There's no answer to my call. I can't help, but to feel something bad has happened to Romana. No If something bad happened she would come in retreating. She just... didn't hear me. I bend down and and examine the plate.

Obtained: Ceramic Shard

"There doesn't seem to be anything else here to rook at." I leave the room. I poke my head out to see if anyone is out there. No one is in the hall. My heart rate quickens. Was what Romana said to us true. Are we all going to die? No, I just shouldn't have shown Romana Ao Oni I'm sure she'd be fine if I didn't.

"Oi, Japan! Come on I need to show you something!" A familiar voice calls. I turn slowly and see something red smeared across her forehead. One hand clasped to her head the one not covered in blood grabs my wrist and pulls me along. I can tell she is holding back a lot of pain while she drags me a long.

"Romana, you can let go of my wrist. It hurts a little," I tell her. She quickly lets go and I struggle to keep up with her pace.

"Look Japan," Romana whispers. I follow Romana's gaze to a huge gray thing. "It didn't notice me and it was moving kind of slow so I came to get you. Would you care to explain what the fu-" I clasp my hand over her mouth. It walks into the back room and Romana pokes me with a sheathed dagger. "See look who's not crazy," She whispers.

"The knife defeats the purpose of that sentence."

Romana shrugs and plays with the knife. Where did she get a knife? She came in with a gun, right? "When your part of the mafia you get very good at... hiding... things," Romana says searching or the right words.

"What kind of things?" I back away from Romana by a few steps. She gives me a devilish grin and shoves the blade in her bag.

"Oh, you know mafia things..." She trails off. My eyes widen in horror at how calmly she can just go around saying that. What did she hide? Dead bodies? Her brothers never mess with knives like that.

Romana's POV

While I was walking I found this awesome knife. I mean sure it has some of my blood on it, but whatever. Well I mean it could have gone better because of the damn knife my forehead will probably scar. My curl is really bothering me with all the blood it's covered in. How the hell can I bleed so much? I think we should try to find the others, but I don't feel safe doing anything in this house without everyone together. "Romana let's look in the rooms upstairs." I nod. Why argue with Japan at this point, but I wish I could go wash my hair. I guess I should wait. Though maybe we should split up. I know Ameriko's horror movies say we shouldn't but I think it's the best idea in all honesty.

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The present time loop

"So, that's what we did," I murmur my eyes unable to look at the others. "I left her. I never guessed... I never guessed it would be my fault that she... that she," I can't seem to get the words out anymore.

"What, mi niƱa?" Spain asks touching my shoulder lightly.

"Ju-just let me continue," I mutter.

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Maybe I shouldn't have just left Japan like that. She doesn't deserve it... to wonder all alone, but how can I not want to see everyone else. Even if it means my death. Why should it matter anyway? When it comes down to it who even cares if I survive? Spain, but she can learn to forget her 'daughter'.

I must have began wondering awhile ago. I think it's been two or three hours by now and I forgot which room we left Veneziana and potato bitch in. So, I did something stupid considering my nightmares I decided to explore the house a little on my own. I made my way down to the first floor and heard a shout. I began to follow where it lead me.

The sight wasn't pretty. Japan her beautiful kimono is soaked in blood. A thought hit me This is my fault. I'm too blame for this. If I hadn't left her she wouldn't be hurt as badly. I kneel by her body an can feel the salt liquid threatening to spill down my face. I may lose someone in front of my own eyes. Or is she already gone. "Ja-Japan? Are you... Are you alive?" I choke out.

"Hai," She mutters, "Roma-Romana... Can you tell everyone... That I'm sorry." I blink back tears. I was losing her. We may not be close, but she's my ally I don't want to lose her.

"I will, I'll find them for you. I'll make sure they know," I assure her.

"Thank you... Do-don't cry... I ran into the others ealier... the ones we left... by...by the door... they are beginning to for... forget I-I came he-here," I can here the strain in her voice.

"You can still make it Japan. You can't... you can't give up yet!" I shout. I don't want to lose her. I want everyone to make it out alive. I promised Veneziana we would make it out of here! I won't give up yet!

"I," She coughs a little, "I don't think we can do anything... You're bag... it... it doesn't have... enough medical supplies..." I finally look at her face. It's covered in blood. Her dulling eyes looking weakly up at me as her head rests in my lap.

"No! I won't let you die! No!" I scream. A hand lands on my shoulder an I flinch waiting for my death.

"She's not going to make it Romana, give up," A voice sneers as I turned to face the person who touched my shoulder.

"What are yah looking at, Roma?" America asks not acknowledging the Japanese girl dying in front of me.

"Go with her Romana... I'm... Sor-" Japan is cut off by death. I can barely stop myself from crying.

"Dude, why is your dress covered in blood?" The American inquires.

"A little accident," I hiss.

America's eyebrows furrow and she stares at my face. She pushes my bangs up and gasps, "Romana, you're forehead is covered in dry blood!"

"I know that you idiot!" I scream, "I just don't have enough to wrap my head!"

"I'm taking you to my groups base," She decides, "England, France, Prussia, and Canada should be there."