After they finished eating, Feli showed the brothers exactly where his friends went missing. "I know this is it because Peter gave all of us directions on where Francis went missing." he stated as the brothers took pictures of the area.

"Alright," Dean stated as he returned to Feli standing as far from the location as possible. "let's go back to the motel and do more research."

"Aspetta... Cosa [Wait... What]?" Feli asked, shocked. "Aren't you guys going to search for my friends?!"

Sam eyed him. "Feliciano, you have to understand that your friends are probably somewhere we would only be able to see if we were victims."

Suddenly, Feliciano exploded and grabbed Sam's shirt in his fists. "No! You understand that my friends ARE the WORLD! LITERALLY!" All he caught was Sam's confused look before Dean hit him upside the head with the handle of the gun he kept in his jacket.

The younger brother eyed the Italian laying on the ground out cold. "Hey, Dean," he started as the older brother flopped him on his shoulder. "Did you get what he meant when he said, my friends are the world literally?"

"I say he's sick in the head."

"Also," Sam continued, "when he talked about two of his friends, it sounded like he almost said France and America before he cut himself off."

"The first friend he talked about was named Francis." Dean reasoned. "That's really easy to mix up, and he was probably about to say American, but changed his mind and said his name."

Questions nagged at the back of Sam's head. What did Feliciano mean? Is Feliciano even his real name? Why would he slip up like that when he talked about his friends? When they got to the motel room, Dean left to get some chips as Sam did more research, not on the case, but on Feliciano.

He pulled up Feliciano Vargas on name search, but the pictures that came up were of people who looked nothing like the man passed out on Sam's bed. He tried looking up famous Italian men. Since Feli (if that even was his name) said that he and his friends were important to the world, then they should be famous, but again, nothing.

Sam thought long and hard. Maybe something would come up if I type in all his friends names. He thought as he typed up all the names he remembered. Feliciano, Arthur, Francis, Ivan, Kiku, Alfred, and Ludwig were all he remembered, and something came up...from WW2. It showed a picture of the bushy eyebrowed blond pointing a gun at Feli, who waved a white flag. The blond had an English uniform, and Feli had an Italian uniform. It wasn't photo shopped, it was actual photographic evidence that Feliciano and his friends weren't human.

When Dean came back, Sam eagerly showed him the picture and explained it's time frame. The older brother in turn took some holy water and poured it on Feli's hand, surprised when he didn't hear any sizzle sound, see smoke, or a painful reaction from the Italian, he just kept sleeping.

"Okay," Dean stated. "so, he's not a demon, but he's not human either."

Sam eyed the sleeping Italian and smiled a little. "We don't have anything to worry about." he stated. "According to the picture, he's not big on offence, and if you look through his bag," He picked up the black bag from the floor and dumped it. "All that's in it are white flags and pictures, no weapons of any kind."

Dean was stumped. "...Well...maybe he wouldn't NEED weapons!" he stated as he violently shook Feli. "Wake up!" he yelled in his ear, but it was like Feli was deaf or something. He just kept on sleeping. "If you don't wake up, I'll SHOOT YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"

"Mi alzo! Mi alzo! Non mi spari Germania! [I'm up! I'm up! Don't shoot me Germany!]" he zipped up from the bed. He looked around at where he was and face palmed. "Did you just hear that?" he asked as the brothers nodded. "La Germania sta per uccidermi. [Germany is going to kill me]"

Sam was the only one who could build up the will to talk. "What is your real name?" he asked.

"I already told you," Feli stated. "Feliciano Vargas."

The younger brother held up the picture of Feli with the annoyed blond and expressionless black haired man. "Who are these people?" he asked.

Feli looked at the picture and smiled. "That's me, Ludwig, and Kiku." he stated.

"Stop playing with us!" Dean comanded. "You're caught red handed! What are you, and what are your friends?!"

The Italian sighed in defeat. "I surrender." he sighed as he took one of his flags and waved it. "My friends almost always call my Italy Venciano." he sighed defeated, then pointed to the picture. "The blond in that picture is Germany, and the other man is Japan." Sam kept on presenting the different pictures in the bag as Italy named countries. When he was done, he explained, "My friends and I are personified countries, even my fratello, Romano, is just the southern half of Italy. We represent the citizens of our territory."

"So, you're immortal?" Dean asked as Italy shook his head.

"Not really." he answered. "Yes, my friends and I don't age anymore, but we can still die if our country is defeated...like Grandpa Rome and Holy Rome."

Sam tried to translate what Italy said into what he remembered from history. "Grandpa Rome and Holy Rome? You mean the Roman Empire and Holy Roman Empire?"

Feli nodded. "I hadn't seen Holy Rome since he left for war, and Grandpa Rome is limited to what he can do since he was reduced to the City of Rome."

Dean started to look pissed. "If that's the only way you and your friends can die, then what are you so worried about?"

"If we don't return to their respective land within a year, we slowly turn human, meaning we would start to age, and be just as vulnerable to a gun as everyone else. The only one in my group of friends that isn't vulnerable to that is America, but he can still be injured from whatever it is that has him, he just lasts longer and won't age." he answered. "France's year is nearly up. If I ignore them like you're suggesting, then one by one, they'll slowly and painfully turn human. After that, it's only a matter of time before they die of human causes like bleeds, beaten, starvation, dehydration, I could go on and on. Not to mention, once this ghost either has me already, or notices that there are no more countries to wander there, she'll start taking humans."

Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "He has a point, Dean."

The seven captured countries sat in the concrete room. "Who is left?" France asked, blood accenting his silver streaked gold hair and wrinkles starting to appear on his face.

"I'm not sure if anyone's left." England sulked, all life escaped from his deep and dark eyes and his voice getting heavier and deeper like an older man with blood dribbling over his caved in cheeks. "We're doomed."

"Why not Russia just break door down?" China asked, his voice getting deeper and more shakier with every word. "He always has pipe in coat."

"I can't even lift the pipe anymore." Russia stated. "It's like my strength took a vacation."

"If even Russia is getting weaker," Canada noted, his hands blue with his veins starting to pop out. "alors nous sommes vraiment perdus. [then we really are doomed.]"

"You are all forgetting two possibilities." Japan stated as he tried to rub the soar joints in his hands. "There is still Germany-san and Italy-kun."

As soon as that was said, the door opened and they heard a large body fall down the stone steps. When they heard a deep voice muttering German, they knew who it was. "Or maybe not." Russia stated.

Germany weakly crawled in the main room and looked around, trying to focus his eyes in the darkness. "What is this place?" he asked.

"Dude, welcome to the party!" America pretended to laugh with his usual bubbly voice slowly dying and his eyes noticeably darker.

"Yes," France agreed bitterly. "Welcome to the party. Maintenant, nous allons tous mourir [Now, we're all going to die]!"

"No! We're not!" Japan exclaimed. "There is still Italy-kun. You know he will come."

"Yeah," China sighed. "We're doomed."