A/N: A short chapter. Read, and enjoy! Remember, we don't own any characters from Hetalia or Twilight.


Chapter 2: Down

"We're stranded!" cried Peter.

"Dammit it's all your bloody fault you little prick," Arthur huffed. Then he heard a high-pitched, loud feline squeal as if one of the cats was in tremendous pain. Arthur turned around and saw one of the cats trying to push the other off the cliff by prying his claws off the top as he hung over the side.

"HELP ME UP YOU BASTARDS!" Romano cried as he dangled precariously on the edge of the cliff. He bunched up his haunches and scraped his back paws at the side of the cliff trying to catch grip and crawl back to the top. Antonio, the other cat, held Romano in place on the cliff edge with his front two paws.

"Aw, Lovi!" Antonio mewed, "You know I won't pull you up until you confess that you love me and want to be with me and marry me and have all my babies and stay with me forever and ever and ever!"

Then Peter asked, "When did you become a cat? Wait, if everyone becomes a cat, and I don't, does that mean I get to be a country? Rumpelstiltskin, come back! Turn everyone into a cat!"

Arthur turned around and glared at the little micro-nation. "Hmph! I think not! Besides, Rumpels would NEVER do that to a good friend like me!"

"But didn't he just steal your house away?" Edward chimed in.

Arthur glared at him. "He wouldn't have done that if it weren't for you bloody prick!"

Bloody prick . . . oody prick . . . dy prick . . . The sound echoed around the valley and the surrounding rock. The world seemed vast and empty. Maybe that was because no one was doing their job as a nation and everyone was too busy worrying about love or baked goods.

"It was your unicorn I was running from if I remember correctly," Edward reminded England.

"Oh leave poor Gregory out of this! He was just playing a little game. It's not his fault you're a little whiny baby like Sealand over there," England pouted, pointing at Peter who was bent over on the ground looking at bugs crawl into a crevice in the cliff.

With a loud hiss Romano landed back on top of the cliff and pounced onto Spain, wrestling with the other feline.

"Take that you damn bastard!" Romano yowled while batting at him playfully with a paw.

"You can hug me all you want, Lovi! It's okay if I get a little hurt, really!" Spain smiled. Romano extracted his long sharp claws and held a paw up above his head threatening to bring it down in one mighty swipe and knock the poor Spaniard upside the head. His ears flattened down on his head and his eyes narrowed as he readied for attack.

"DIEEEE!" Romano hissed as he brought down his paw.

Spain ducked and hid behind Arthur, who still looked pretty scary from yelling at Edward.

"Or maybe we could take a break from all this romance stuff," he proposed. "If it makes you happy—what makes you happy?"

He crouched behind Arthur's leg as Romano tried to hit him again.

"As for me I like nice, relaxing days and clean kitty litter, and also tomatoes! Do you like tomatoes? My blood looks like tomatoes but don't slice me open! We can work—" Spain shifted again to avoid Romano's paw "—through this!"

Romano grumbled and sat down, shoulders hunched over and slouched. One curl stood out from the rest of his sleek body and twitched in irritation as he grumbled at the other cat.

"F-fine! I don't like you anyways!" Romano turned around and lay down with his head resting on his front paws.

England sighed. Once it seemed like he had calmed down, Edward started their argument again. "You've probably figured out that I'm a vampire by now, Arthur, seeing as you have more knowledge about magic and supernatural creatures than the average human. And from that little . . . display back there with the cat. Although my skin may be rock hard, my insides aren't. I'm not like you; I don't enjoy having sticks shoved up my 'arse' every once in a while, magical or not. It hurts!"

"Yeah, that's right, you like MORE than sticks up your arse, huh you naughty little vamp-kid?" England retorted slyly.

"What do you mean 'up the arse'?" Sealand asked. "That gives me a good idea, by the way. I was going to step on this anthill over here because these stupid creatures are getting boring, but now I want to poke it with a stick. Do you see one?"

"We are not going to look for damn sticks! We are going to figure out how to get out of this damn place and turn me back into a human!" screamed Romano while trying to claw Spain-cat to death.

"I think we should go this way," Peter suggested. He left his place by the ants and started walking purposefully away from the edge of the cliff. "And since I'm the leader, I still say we should look for sticks. I could get a walking stick and pretend I'm old, like England!"

By this point, Arthur had had enough, and he slapped Peter as hard as he could. He had bought the floating house so he could get away from these idiot nations. But, of course, they ended up annoying him anyway. Then the stupid fairy purloined his house!

"Mind your manners Peter! That is no way a proper young gentleman like yourself should act!" England scolded as he rolled up his shirt sleeves and prepared to give the micro-nation a good beating. Peter rubbed his cheek and sprinted on ahead. Previous experience had taught him that when Arthur snapped, it was wise to run.

"Come back here before I decide to make your backside BLEED!" England yelled chasing after the young boy.

"You . . . won't . . . catch . . . me!" the micro-nation panted. But it had been a while since he had been involved in a chase like this, and his breathing was getting harder and harder. He was starting to wonder if his legs were long enough to really outrun the Englishman. When he was about to give up, he saw something on the side of the path. Suddenly he shouted, "I FOUND A STICK!"

Arthur came up behind Peter panting heavily and bent over with hands on knees.

"Th-that's . . . not . . . A STICK!" He heaved out seeing that the stick was in fact a long snake that had started to wind its way around the small boy. Peter was feeling increasingly uneasy.

"Uh-uh, um. . . ." He wanted desperately to shake it off, but he didn't feel comfortable doing so with the snake's beady eyes watching him. The snake continued wrapping itself around Peter increasingly tightening its grip on him. Peter started to panic. "Aaaahh, get this snake off of me! HEELLP!"

No matter how many times he was labeled as "emo," no matter how many times he was chased out of a church, no matter how many times one of his kind killed another or someone made a gay joke about him, Edward would keep striving to prove there was good in him. Hearing the faint cry of "HEELLP!" from down the pathway, he knew this was his chance. There was definitely no hell in "help." So Edward raced towards the direction of the sound and widened his eyes in surprise. He saw Peter being strangled to death by a rainbow boa constrictor. Edward quickly grabbed hold of Peter and tried to pry the snake off of him. But the more he pulled the more the snake tightened its hold on Peter until suddenly it bit the poor boy.

"Be gentle, Edward," England warned. "For that is a magical snake; it could be the last of its kind!"

At that very statement, the snake released its hold and stared directly into the Brit's eyes.

"Why hello there darling!" the snake said in a high far-off voice. "I see you recognize my powers, oui?"

"Well, whatever you are, you made Peter's skin rainbow-colored!" cried Edward.

"If you hadn't been pulling on me so hard, I wouldn't have bitten him," the snake retorted. "Although, I did love the feel of your cool touch."

Arthur squinted his eyes and observed the snake very closely. "You're a twisted sort of beautiful. I think I'm going to hate you."

"Non, you will love me!" the snake said while curling his tail up in a sinister way. "By the way, je m'appelle Francis, et je vais te faire.*"


*My name is Francis, and I'm going to do you.