Chapter 1

Antonio could see nothing, smell nothing and he felt the odd sensation of weightlessness. The only feeling he was aware of was a feeling of warmth that seemed like it was clinging to him and felt comforting. Suddenly he was aware of his surroundings, he could still see nothing, but he could feel the floor, and something wet? Oh God! It was Francis. He was drooling on him. Antonio tried to push the sleeping Francis off him, but he wouldn't budge. Antonio used all his strength and eventually managed to push Francis off of him, unfortunately he had a lot of strength and the y both ended up tumbling out of a closet. Francis suddenly awoke after hitting the floor,
"Ow Antonio, you're so mean!" he cried quietly, they didn't know where they were, so they thought it best to keep their voices down.

In fact, they soon discovered, they had been in the closet in the conference room they had been in moments ago. It was empty, except Gilbert sitting in the corner of the room crying, with Gilbird circling his head screaming, "PIYO!"

Spain shouted, "Hola mi amigo!" making Gilbert look up to see Francis and Antonio standing there as if nothing had happened. Gilbert immediately got to his feet and started wiping away his tears before saying, "Hey guys, I was totally not crying there, and where have you guys been? Not like the awesome me cares or anything." Francis and Antonio knew that when Gilbert got emotional he would try to hide it, and from experience they knew it wasn't best to ask questions or try to comfort him. So Antonio shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, mi amigo. One minute I was here and the next I was in the closet," Spain gestured at said closet and a fireball suddenly shot from his hand, which engulfed the closet in flames. Antonio panicked and ran over to the closet waving his arms around frantically trying to think of a way to put out the flames. That's when his clothes caught fire.

Francis and Gilbert watched, mouths agape, wondering what the hell to make of it.

"Shouldn't we help him, Mon ami?" France said, turning to face Gilbert. Gilbert sighed and then shrugged, before picking up a candlestick and proceeding to basically beat the crap out of Antonio with it. He thought it would help put the flames out.
"What the hell Gilbert! We're supposed to be helping Antonio, not beating the shit out of him!" Francis yelled at the idiotic Prussian. Antonio had been yelling about it burning the entire time, but now he was screaming at Gilbert to stop.

"Well I don't see you doing anything to help," Gilbert said smugly.

"If you're going to hit him, use something that may actually put out the fire," France said, inwardly sighing. He picked up a chair and joined Gilbert in hitting Antonio.

Antonio soon lost consciousness, fainting from the pain of burning and being hit by candlesticks and chairs. Gilbert then saw the fire extinguisher where he had been sitting earlier (not crying damn it!) and he ran over to it and doused Antonio in the white foam putting all the flames out.

There wasn't much left od Antonio's clothing. His trousers, for the majority, were gone, his red waistcoat had been turned to ashes and most of his sunshine yellow shirt had been incinerated, thankfully his tomato boxers hadn't been touched by the flames. He was covered in burns, but thankfully as he was a nation they would heal pretty quickly.

Gilbert then covered the door in the foam as well. They had managed to save the room, but where the closet had been there was now a gaping, charred hole in the wall.

Gilbert and Francis had no other choice but to wait for their Spanish friend to awaken before he told him how he was able to shoot fireballs from his hand. Unfortunately they were going to have to make themselves comfortable, it was going to take a while… Antonio was out cold.