At an unknown time of the day...
Inside of a forest clearing...
-...It's arr my faurt…-Japan whispered in sadness, as he was sitting before a makeshift grave and intensively looking at it. -...It's arr my faurt that you are dead now...If not for me...You wourd have been stirr arive...
Japan was sad...
He was depressed...
...
He felt a huge amount of guilt...
Surfacing inside of him...
-...G-gomenasai, Chugoku-san...-Japan whispered, as he started crying. It was arr his faurt...If onry he was stronger...-...I-if onry I was stronger...I-I courd have stopped Kuro...A-and you wourdn't have to...S-sacrifice yourserf for me...
-...Little Yaponia, we have to go now!-Russia said in fake happiness, as he slowly walked to the grave. He was sad about little Kitay's death, lonely because he was separated from his family and mad about the life and death situation they were dragged into...But, he had to ignore it...He had a promise to keep after all...-We have to find the exit and get out of here!
There was silence for a few seconds...
-...I won't go...-Japan said in a quiet voice, still looking at the grave before him. He courdn't go...Not now...What was the use in him riving anyway...? When arr he does is hurt peopre who care about him...? When he even gets them kirred…?-...I wirr stay here...With Chugoku-san...
There were a few seconds of silence...
-...No, you won't...-Russia said in a dismissive voice, as he hoisted Japan up, put him on his back like a sack of potatoes and started to walk towards the forest.-...You are going, whatever you like it or not.
Japan was shocked...
He couldn't understand it...
...
Why was Roshia-san so adamant about them going together...?
-...Put me down, Roshia-san.-Japan said in a slightly annoyed voice, as he tried to squirm out of Russia's grasp.-I said that I don't want to go, so you can't make me...
-I can't do that, little Yaponiya.-Russia said in a serious tone, as he slowed down.-You remember about my promise to little Kitay, don't you...?
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Russia just continued walking...
Ignoring the reaction of the other nation...
...
Other thoughts assaulted his mind...
Thoughts he wanted to ignore...
But couldn't...
...
How long have they been in this wretched place...?
...
When did all this nightmarish situation even start?