Author's note: This will be all based on HetaOni, an interpretation on a possible ending. Changing Chapter 17 a bit for this. lol So read on for feels. Written from America's POV.

Chapter One:Run, And Don't Look Back

I remember several different beginnings into this cursed place. Coming with Japan and France, With the Allies, and so much more...so many different beginnings...and endings, too. Every time the escape was right in front of us, someone would die. Sometimes, it was all of us. Occasionally, only one. And the one that still hurts...is this one

"How many fingers...am I holding up...?" I asked slowly, raising my hand up to England. Two fingers were held before him, and I heard him take a deep breath, his eyes focused elsewhere...I hoped.

But I was wrong.

"I'm sorry, America...I can...no longer see..."

Anger swelled in my chest. I was shaking, and trying to hold back sobs. I was making fists, and pacing slightly in front of him. England was starting to get nervous, his thick brow furrowed with worry. It was hard to see as it was, having lost my glasses not that long ago. I wanted to scream at him, to make him understand how angry I was. How could he?! Using so much power in one go! Ignoring me telling him to stop! A gentleman doesn't need to save the hero! I needed to scream at him, but looking at his empty green eyes, his worried expression...thick brows curved upwards and blood matting his blonde hair...his green military uniform tattered from fighting the Thing trying to kill us...I couldn't do it.

"Hey...you will get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that..." came my weak, halfhearted joking voice. I barely registered myself speaking, and I watched England's lips twitch. He was trying not to laugh! England's hand came up to his mouth, and I felt my anger slowly ebb away.

"You git...that's not funny. We should join the others..." he replied, an air of calmness escaping him. He smiled softly, and I lifted him as Japan and Germany came out of the side room to the basement library we were in. Italy hung in Germany's arms, looking like a rag doll. His eyes were open, frozen on the ceiling, and I felt my core grow cold. Blood was coming down from Italy's mouth, and Germany was shaking terribly. Canada quickly took Italy from him, leading us all to the safe room, and Germany seemed stiff.

"Hey...uh...Ludwig, right? That was the human name you chose...right?" I asked, slowing so I was walking by him. Germany jumped; his steel blue eyes full of a childlike sense of...abandonment? I couldn't read it well. "Well...I'm pretty sure Fe...Feli, I think...will be okay!" I tried to sound optimistic, but his head hung. I winced, England clinging tightly to me. Silence washed over the group.

And the Thing appeared.

"To the bathroom!" Canada cried, running up the stairs of the basement. We all began running after him, darting down the corner and into the bathroom down the hall. It was crowded with all of us standing there, but we could hear the steps fade. We let out a relaxed sigh, and left the room, making our way quickly to the safe room on the second floor.

Once in, I set England down on one bed, and Canada set Italy on the other. Japan and Prussia were trying to talk to Germany, who seemed to not hear either of them, and I grit my teeth. This wasn't right. Was Italy dead? Did we fail again? Where was his brother, and Spain? What about the countries outside?! I grit my teeth, and knelt to England.

Canada was talking to France close by, Russia leaving the room with China. I heard a passing conversation about the portal to the past closing, and realised that Spain and Romano were trapped, I gripped my head with one hand, and began to laugh weakly. A second hand landed on my head, and I stopped laughing to look up at England.

He was sitting up, his spellbook and the journal in his hands. I was about to yell at him for grabbing the journal from Italy, and he placed them both in my hands. "Alfred, you need to go back. Save us all. I know you can do it. You bloody idiot, don't stop running. You can't save us all by fighting, but you can by running. So go, run out there. Find the Thing. Make it lead you out of here. I can feel Feliciano, he's alive. But his weak soul is going to let the Thing in here. So go; be a hero. Get the Thing away from here. And don't stop running." England said in a soft voice, one that reminded me of the past. I nodded, and slowly stood, heart racing.

"Go."

I put the books in my jacket, walking to the door. Canada and France joined by my side as I explained what England told me, walking down the stairs and into the hallway of the second floor. We stood outside the door, and I looked between them both.

"He wants you to bait the creature into letting you out?!" Canada hissed, and I looked away. Canada set his hands on my shoulders, staring at me. His purple eyes held an anger I've never seen before, and his normally soft voice shook with anger and fear. France glanced around nervously.

"Mattie, what choice do we have?! How do we know that this won't work?! Have we ever gotten this far before?!" I hissed back, and Canada stepped back. He glanced off to the side, and I pulled him into a hug. "Let's run together, Mattie. Like when we were younger. Pretend it's a game of tag." I had my hands on his head, holding his head to mine. "Come on. Let's go. Just you and I, Mattie. Running with the buffalo, through the plains." His eyes widened, and he stared at me.

"...okay." he whispered, and I grinned wide. He held my hands, and stood taller. "Okay. Let's run."

France grinned at us, his eyes blazing with determination, and we all began to run.