A/N: Yes I am now invading the Hetalia world! This story is so epic even America will be jealous!

Ch. 1

China ran like he never ran before. He was being chased by a gun-wielding maniac, who was having way too much fun with a machine gun. He managed to deflect some of the bullets with his famous Wok, but was hit in leg, arm, left shoulder blade and back. The Asian stumbled, picked himself back up and continued running/limping. His vision blurred. His thoughts muddled together. He could barely hear the gun going off. Then he tripped over a stray tree root and fell. China felt someone turn him over just as his eyes closed.

"Hey, dudes! Are we there yet?" America's loud, obnoxious voice rang through the forest. Britain rolled his eyes.

"Bloody hell. We'll get there when we get there!"

"How long will that be?" America asked.

"We'rr be there in thirty minutes," the calm voice of Japan said. "You must be patient, though I think it is time for a break."

They sat down and took out bags of Chex Mix, scones and rice balls. A short time later, the trio continued to their location. America started complaining again, but was suddenly cut off. Off in the distance, the nations heard a loud, thunderous crack that was all to familiar with them: gunfire. Japan unsheathed his katana and ran toward the direction the shot was heard. Britain and America ran after him, calling his name out.

"Hey Japan! Wait up!" Britain shouted.

He lost sight of his Japanese friend but continued in the direction he was going. The blonde stopped to catch his breath. He looked around trying to spot either Japan or America.

"Guys, where are you?" he called.

"I'm over here," Japan responded. "Prease hurry."

Britain did as he was told and succeded in finding Japan. When Japan looked up at his friend, the former pirate saw worry, confusion, sorrow and anger in the Asian's eyes. Then green eyes met the orange and scarlet body on the ground. "China!"

The nation was at his friend's side in an instant. Blood had pooled around China from the bullet wounds and was seeping through the make-shaft bandage Japan had made. Britain shifted through his things, pulling any kind of cloth he had and wrapped them around the wounded nation. Xiongmao tried to wake his owner up, but failed to do so. America showed up a few moments later, completely out of breath.

"There you guys are," he huffed. "I thought I had gotten lost. Whatcha doin?"

He didn't get an answer. He didn't need one. Seeing China's blood seeping through Japan's and Britain's clothes they had wrapped around him was his answer. The usually loud blonde ripped off his bomber jacket and tore in half, then wrapped it around the brunette. Silently, Japan scooped China up and rushed off. Britain grabbed Xiongmao while America got the bloody katana and dented Wok before following their friend.

So, whaddya think? Not bad huh? I was going to publish this over the summer, but I decided not to. R&R! =^..^=