Hello. I am now on my summer holidays so hopefully I will be able to update more often. I an really sorry there is a lot of speaking in this chapter but it is slightly longer than the last, like very slightly. There is four new people in this chapter and I am really sorry if they are OCC, sometimes they can be hard to write.

Update: This chapter is not much longer than it was before but I really didn't know how to change it and it took so long. Damn writers block. So the updates have been going slow but I'm now back on track so they shouldn't take to long from now on.

I do not own hetalia or any of the characters in this story.

Gilbert's POV

The recent events kept playing over and over again in my head. It was like I was stuck in an endless cycle. After each time it finished I would just see darkness for a while, then it would just start all over again. It was like someone was making me watch it over and over again so I could see if I could of doe something different. I don't even know if I'm alive, after a ship cracks in two what are the odds that someone like me will survive, a person who gets severely ill from just a cold. A person who broke their ankle after jumping off the second step up on a flight of stairs. If something happened to West and somehow I managed to survive, I know it won't only be Roderichwho blames me. I know I could of got to him before the ship sank. Even if he is still alive he probably hates me, I couldn't protect him like a big bruder should. I have never really protected him.

All I could hear was the sound of the ocean and the rustling of tropical trees. Birds calling each other from different places all around. No screams or violent waves. No thunder or cries of pain. Wait. Was that all a dream? Did I fall asleep on a beach with West.? Did any of that even happen? The American and his strange friend. Did my brian make all of that up? No it can't be a dream. I remember everything so well, in dreams I can never remeber everything that happened.

"West?"

"Sorry mate, I'm not very good with directions," an unfamiliar voice replied. Who the hell is that?

I slowly opened my eyes, just to quickly shut them again from the blinding rays of the sun. I tried to open them again, this time succeeding, to see a clear blue sky directly above me. I looked to my right to see a red haired man sitting next to me. The thing was, his hair wasn't relly ginger but more like bright blood red. He ws facing out to the ocean but I could tell he knew I was looking at him. Who is he? Where's West?

"Who are you?" I asked.

He turned his head and looked me directly in the eyes. His lean face and thin lips made him look very serious, his emerald eyes looked like they could pierce thought metal. And then he smiled. Which changed everything. His eyes glittered and he suddenly looked like the nicest person in the world.

"Alistair Kirkland, that's ma name," his voice strong with a Scottish accent.

"You can call me Gil."

"Short for Gilbert?"

I nodded. "Where are we?"

"Not too sure. Some random island, I guess."

"We're you on the ship Alistair?"

"Just call me Al, and yeah I was, do you have any idea what happened?"

"The ship got struck by lightning, normally when a ship gets struck nothing happens, it doesn't even make a dent," I muttered still slightly shocked.

"Guess that's different this time. See, I think I fell asleep in the bar and I'm a pretty deep sleeper, so I can't really remember anything happening. Why did you keep saying west anyway?"

"It's the name I have always called my bruder. Not to sure why but I just do."

Alistair stood up, his bones creaking slightly from the lack of movement. "Is that who you came with, your brother I mean?"

"Yeah my little bruder, he has always seemed like my big bruder though. Who did you come with?"

He held out his hand to help me up and I gladly took it because I don't think I would of been able to make it up on my own. "Also ma wee brother. Funny that is, we are both in the same sort of situation and have came with the same sort of people. We should look about for other people or even helpful resources like food." He picked somthing up from the sand beside him and handed it to me. "I found him flying around your head, he's the reason I found you. When I sat beside you, he stopped flying and fell asleep. Must of relised you were not in danger anymore."

I looked at the small yellow bird that was in my hand. "At least I didn't lose you. West would kill me."

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Mathias' POV

I kicked the dirt that lay on the jungle ground just to get dry dirt dust in my eyes. Why did something like this have to happen to me. Not the dirt in my eyes. I wonder where Lukas is at, if he is still alive that is. Wait. What am I saying! Of course he is alive. He grew up with me! Well at least I have found a good space of land that is sheltered by the trees and is close to the ocean. Looks like that is were I will be living for who knows how long.

I heard a loud voice, like the person we yelling and started to move towards the source of the sound. When the voices got louder I saw a large man with pale blond hair gripping the wrist of a smaller man with sliver hair. A man with bight red hair was trying to calm the blond. Yeah, not succeeding

"It was your fault the Alfred and I didn't get to the lifeboats," yelled the blond with a strong Russian accent.

"You could of left," the sliver haired man yelled, squirmed about trying to get him to let go.

"Alfred never leaves people if the look like they are in danger, being the fool he is."

"Why didn't you just leave?"

"What and leave my friend to die?"

"Well I wasn't going to leave my bruder behind."

"Yes now look at the mess we are in, all because of you!" the Russian spat back pushing the smaller man to the ground.

He turned around and walked towards the beach, the red haired man shouted, "You might not get along with him, but we need to work together. You will never survive if you are on your own." Where is that accent from, I reconise it.

The Russian turned around, "If you require my assistance, I will help you but not him." He shouted back and continued to walk towards the beach.

I walked towards the two men who were both now sitting on the ground. They looked up when they heard my footsteps on the jungle ground.

"Who are you?" Asked the red haired man. Scottish that is it. Thats the accent.

"Mathias and you?"

"Alistair and this is Gilbert."

"Who was that man?"

"Gilbert, who was that? What has happend between you two?" Asked Alistair.

"I met him on the boat just before it we went overboard. His friend tried to help me and now he seems to blame the fact that he didn't get on a lifeboat on me," replied Gilbert rubbing his wrist where a red hand print had started to apper.

"So you don't actually know him?" Asked Alistair. Gilbert just shook his head.

Well it looks like I have found some trouble and I'm going to stay because there can't be trouble and not have me involved.

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Tino's POV

Last night at 2:13am the cruise ship 'Second Legend' was struck by lightning. A search is still taking place to find missing people. There was 2,340 people on the ship and so far 1,946 people have been found alive and 127 people have been found dead. Normally when a ship is stuck by lightning it will not suffer severe damage, so it is unknown why the ship sunk from the lightning strike. Family and friends of the lost have gathered and are waiting for news. Hopefully soon we will have more information on this tradgic event soon.

I sat in the hotel room we were provided watching the news on the cruise ship that two of my best friends were on. I couldn't stay downstairs because that is where most of the other family and friends of the people who were missing were at. I just couldn't. I felt more sorry for the people who lost their brothers or sister or even couisns and I just lost a friend, not a family member. I shouldn't even be here. It wouldn't matter if I wasn't.

"Tino, you in here?" A voice called.

"Yes."

The door opened and my friend Berwald walked in. "Why did you leave? You could of told one of use. We were all worried."

"I'm sorry. I just feel like I shouldn't be here. I'm not family, like you, I'm just a friend."

"I think Lukas and Mathias would disagree with you."

I looked at him, slightly shocked and very confused. "What do you mean? There is nothing I can do to be family with them."

"I mean they see you as family. Even if you are not blood or marriage related. They have known you for almost all their life, they care for you just like any other family member would and you should too."

"I do, I really do care for them. I just hope their safe."

"So do I. I know my little brother Mathias is tough and he is probably looking after Lukas even if he doesn't need it. Thats just how they are. And if they are not looking after each other, they are probaly arguing about somthing."

"Thanks Berwald. They are my family and so are you and Emil. You two better not go running off too."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

I laughed for the first time since we found out about ship. "Probably."

I'm really sorry about the fact that Scotland does not normally act like this in other fanfiction's but I'm Scottish and I wanted to write him how I imagine him to be like. Also I say 'ma' a lot instead of my and stuff, so that is why he says that.

See you though the screen! :)