***Germany p.o.v*** "Germany, Germany wake up, the flight to Death City is going to leave in 4 hours and you like to take your time with waking up!" I roll over and look at the bright caramel eyes on that sweet face of his "Italy, relax its not that late and I DO NOT take very long to get ready." i sit up and glance around, yep, in my home, the usual smell of hair gel and garlic, the garlic scent thanks to Italy. "Germany I don't want to be late to a world meeting that my great friend is hosting after all, He IS the guy that helped me with getting your soul back into your body and making sure you don't end up dead." I couldn't help but nod, understanding why he didn't want to be late.

(In kids house)

As, the sun rose on that cool morning, Kid felt a certain, change in the air like something was going to go horribly wrong. Nevertheless, Kid will be kid and so he headed into the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Girls, breakfast is ready, I don't want to be late today!" Kid hollered, sooner rather than later, patty came squealing into the dining room. "KID I LOVE WHEN YOU MAKE BREAKFAST!" She quickly seated herself down and began banging the butt of her spoon and fork on the table. "Liz, where are you, your belgian waffles are ready" kid looked up a bit of worry in his sharp yellow eyes "Liz!" he couldn't shake the feeling of something was wrong, so he headed up to her room, pausing to straiten a photo of when the gang went to the Bahamas for a weekend. As he turned and looked down to the floor…blood, and lots of it. As he began to poke around he made note and checked Liz's room.

***kid p.o.v.*** so, her sheets are bloody...wait...AWWW COME ON DAMN IT! I run to check the calender, yep it was that horrid time of month, too bad, its a pool party...no matter, she can just wear a tampon..i...think...wait is that photo hummm...IT IS TILTING 100,000 of a millimeter (carefully tilts it) ahh, perfect. Okay I should best go get the D.W.M.A court yard prepared.

(time skip cause im superrrrr lazy XP hehe flame me later)

***Italy P.O.V.***

As I watched the crowds of people pushing in a seemingly invisible streams like strings of spaghetti in a bowl, Germany glanced back and with a quiet whisper said "Italy, we are being followed, stay close." As the word 'followed' left his lips a tingle of fear went down my spine "~ve~ I knew I felt like I was being watched, maybe its the ghost of the pasta i ate last night." As we neared the gates, the chairs lined up like eggs in a carton. I turned on my Ipod and played the audio book 'the Italian in the German home'. Maybe I should tell Germany about how I feel, maybe not. So I picked the easy, cowardly move, I text him. (Germany, can i ask you a question?) I slumped back in my chair, a mixture of relief and stress pounding my head. Flight 46, boarding now! I heard the intercom buzz, "Germany that's us...Germany!" I began poking his sholder, trying to wake him up from his dream.

***Germany P.O.V***

"Ja, Italy, what is it...ah, o-okay."