Well here I'm again with the third part of the story, the fourth may follow sooner since I still have one week off my holiday left. I hope I have enough inspiration to have it done before my holiday ends. It may come later though.

His hair was blowing in the wind, while he was looking straight at the ocean. No birds interrupting the silent sounds off water hitting the rocks. No cars driving around, only people walking silently around. The sky luring at him the blue sky had disappeared long ago making him wonder how it actually looked. Clouds had never shown up again it was just grey, grey off the still unknown substance. He had seen the ship coming, as he had been sitting in the harbour for quite a while now. He had already packed the things he would take with him. It had people staring at him, for holding a gun in his hand even though he had heard from Germany guns didn't work on them. In that case he had a really old sword with him, it looked quite strange. A person with a sword on his back, holding a gun and a backpack in the other hand.

As the ship reached the new coast line only a few people walked out. It had gotten less by the time. The first time the boats were crowded now almost no person. Most off them looked starved and to his idea looked almost like zombies with their with glazed eyes. He hopped off the bank he was sitting and walked towards the opening but he was stopped by a man with a large mustach. He was a bit taller as him and had a muscular build.

"Sir, we don't take anyone to the mainland." His voice was rough and low making it all the more intimidating.

His eye twitched a bit."I'll bloody hell go there, even if I'll have to swim to it!" No one could stop him, even his own government couldn't. Something deep down told him that he had to move away from here. That something was going to happen here that was even more worse as on the mainland.

"Alright calm down sir! You can come with us." The man sighed before he just turned around and curved his back in while his hands went in his pockets. As he stepped on the boat he could see a doll that was left behind, it had been stepped on and it's arm almost hanging half off. He slowly lifted it up and looked closer to the doll, it's dead eyes staring at his with an never ending smile. It's arms hang back and the blue dress was torn. He dropped it again on the ships floor, not giving it a second look. The water was almost as black as ink, the substances had covered the landscape turning it completely black including the water. The water made the ship swing back and forth while it was making it self ready to get off shore.

There were more people on the ship, he soon found a woman with red curly hair and freckles on her cheeks, who tried to keep the ship clean and functioning. She was a lovely lady who had a big heart. The man was the captain, he was rather harsh and would be constantly trying to make it as quiet as possible. She had warned him about that it looked just like a part you would see in a horror movie. Which it was, as he had seen the first houses from which he had the hope that the sea didn't really destroyed everything. He soon saw it were just the roof tops sticking above the water. The tiles laying uneven and some missing. It was a sad seen. The closer he got to the coast the more terrified it looked, houses half flooded, the windows standing open and crack as the wind made them move slowly. One of the houses even didn't have it's roof tops.

It almost looked peaceful. Scratches on the doors and walls. Everyday stuff laying on top off the water, and being pushed away by the boat. "The lost ones..." he could hear the woman sigh "no one from here survived. They were the ones to be first surprised by the creatures." He looked at the woman while grabbing the edge off the boat. He didn't know what to say, he hadn't expected this. He could see the children here play in front off him, people happily with their family. A ball got passed the boat just like how a ball would roll after being kicked. "You hear the craziest stories, like the one about someone killing those creatures." The woman turned away, "everyone knows these creatures can't be killed, it's just to give people some hope." Well if there was someone that was able to kill such creatures, he would find him. But he didn't know if it was even true about the person. He could atleast try, but it would almost be impossible. The continent was big and dangerous and now hard to get from place to place.

It was after three days that they finally could go on land. He now wasn't sure if he even would want to get on land. The man threw a rope around a half dead tree and began to pull the boat to the shore. He could see some figures appearing out off the houses. They began to walk towards the boat as he got out waving to the woman one last time. As he waved someone bumped into him making him almost fall, "Hey, you. Watch were you're go-" the person turned his head over his shoulder and looked him deep in the eyes before he turned himself completely around. "Angleterre?... What are you doing here!" His locks were dirty yet his eyes were still sparkling. His voice was cracking, his ever lasting uniform still on, with some dirt here and there. It was Francis he never thought he would run into him.

Arthur looked up and down, no bag, no weapon and nothing in his pockets. "How are you still alive? You have nothing on you." People pushed themselves past them towards the ship, they were just blocking their way towards safety. Francis surprised look disappeared as he looked down "luck... Which others didn't have. Spain was just gone I started searching for him but he was just gone. No blood, not even a small note or any trace that he's still alive." Well he now knew he didn't have to go to Spain, he was propably dead anyway. "I didn't survive without any scars." His hand became visible, his pink and index finger were missing. It looked painful as the bone was still visible, but they could atleast handle more pain as normal people.

"Leave go with me to your country there's it atleast safe." Arthur shook his head, as he placed his bag pack on his back. "No, I'm determined to find the other ones or atleast I hope I'll find them." He saw Francis look around him. "It's not worth it they're propably dead." Arthur could have believed him but something told him that they're still alive. Not all off them but some. "I'll go no matter what you say."

"Hey, you.." Francis looked around seeing shipper was yelling at him, "yeah, you in the blue coat, leave with us or stay with crazy eyebrows!" Arthur felt insulted and started to shake his fist "Look at yourself with your mustach!" England turned towards France desparate, "don't leave me, I don't want to loose you..." Francis looked some time between England and the boat, he swallowed. England grabbed his sleeve when Francis took one step back. "Please... don't leave, come with me..."

"Alright I'm coming with you, I'm atleast able to use such a sword." It made anger boil up in him, who did he think he was. He was talking against the the bloody United Kingdom, if someone knows how to use a sword it was him. "You bloody wanker! I'm way better as you with a sword. A potato could even beat you!" As they started to argue, the shipsman made the ship loose and the ship slowly began to drift off. He didn't want to get involved into this.

Tino didn't know how long he had driven, but when he stopped he saw by the text that he was in Norway. Peter was shivering in the back, no other word had left him besides 'Sweden'. A village appeared in his vision, it wasn't that far, maybe that was the village where Lukas lived. He had stopped at a tank station, he had to get out off the car to tank it. Since the fuel tank was almost empty. He reached for his safety belt when he heard Sealand starting to scream "Don't get out off the car, I don't want to loose you like Sweden!" He gave a small smile back. It almost wasn't visible just his corner got a bit up. He saw the tears stream down his cheeks, his hand reached out for Peter who grabbed it hard not letting him go. "Peter... I'll be fine." He didn't let go off Finland's hand, too scared off what had happened at their home. The place where he thought he was safe, where nothing would happen and could forever live with Finland and Sweden. "Peter let go." His voice got a bit more demanding making Sealand swallow, but his little hand still held Finland's hand tight. "NO, never!"

"It will only take few minutes...and if I don't go out we'll be stuck here." He felt Peter's hand started to loosen around his. "Come back fast, please..." Finland's hand slit away from his, while the other one opened the door. He nodded "I will." His first foot got out off the car, making the snow crack under it, showing the whitness off the snow. He was going to make it quick, this was not the place where he wanted to be. He actually didn't want to be anywhere, just at his for the high tone home safe from all the danger. His hand shivered a bit off the cold that was known for this area. His grabbed the tub for the kind off fuel they needed opened the opening to the tank. The fuel started to stream out off the tub as he heard a crack in the woods behind him. His head turned around, there was nothing visible. Those creatures had so much advantage with their colour that no one would see them until it was to late. He started to lean from one feet to the other one. He heard something crack again, his eyes went to the right. It was getting closer. "Come on, hurry up." He whispered, one hand grabbed towards his door so if something came out he could straight away get back in the car. When he heard a crack again, some relieve was felt in him, it was just a deer. Wait, if a deer has survived here, than there couldn't be any off those gaint creatures. His hand left the door handle.

His tank was full. Making him put the tub away in the rack. He saw Peter looking scared at him as he began to walk towards to the tank station's shop. His hands went on the window hitting it to get his attention back. But he knew the creatures weren't here and they hadn't eaten in a really long time. He hoped there were still some protein or candybars at the shop off the tankstation. It wasn't the most healthiest but atleast there was some energy in those. The door cracked while it was opened. No one had been here, everything still laid on the place it was supposed to lay. There had been animals inside since some off the fruit had bite marks in them. But those weren't fresh anymore, making a rotting smell fill the whole station. He putted his fingers on his nose as he walked towards the shelf where the candybars laid on. He looked some time before he grabbed all the grain cookies, those atleast had something healthy in them. He also grabbed some fruitbars and a couple off water bottles before he left the shop. He saw Peter looking at him still as scared as before. He sat himself inside and threw a water bottle with a grain cookie at Peter. He was able to catch it, he looked confused at Tino.

"Eat up, you must be hungry." Tino himself opened one off the packages before he took a big bite off it. They hadn't eaten for two days so this was something his stomach was happy with. The cookies were surprisingly good, they didn't tast bland but a sweet taste was on them. He heard the package crack behind him meaning Peter had opened it. He already did the car keys in the lock turning the motor on, the tank was full meaning he had precisely poured enough fuel in the tank. The car made growling sounds as the engine started to turn. He heard satisfied sounds behind him. Well atleast someone was enjoying his food. He opened the bottle and drank some big gulps. He took a deep breath and whipped the excess water off his mouth. He could hear Peter drink in one go, since they hadn't drunken something in one day. They had found one bottle in the car the other day but nothing more. He did his seatbelt on again and slowly started to drive the car from the tankstation. The town really wasn't that far away anymore. The car started to accelerate "Where are we going to?" That was right he hadn't told Peter where they were going to. "To Norway's house, if I can find it."

"I hope they're alright." He looked back in the mirror towards him, Peter was eating his last cookie. "Me too..." Peter made a fist to crumble the paper up before he putted in a side shelf off the car door. Tino drove slowly not wanting to make any sound. In his heart he hoped the rest was okay and that only Sweden was missing. His heart wouldn't be able to handle it if one off the others was gone or dead. He wanted to have them in his arms and never let go off them again. It was silent in the car making the cracking off snow hearable.

As they drove through the streets, Tino even went slower. Sure to not miss the slightest movements. It was dead silent the streets, too silent for Tino's likings. He recognised some parts off this town so he was in the town Lukas lived in. So maybe he would find the house that was easily recognizable with the blue and white strips. Nothing was on the streets and the houses just stood there silent, no person sitting behind the windows. Tino turned the car to the right, his heart sank when he saw the door off Lukas's house open. Had that creature already been here, since there was no blood or any footsteps. No lines off the claws. Right after he parked the car he opened the door, grabbed his gun and ran out off it straight to the front door. He left Peter behind who also stepped out following Tino. Tino stopped at the door, he now saw that that the door just and on the bottom hinge. Everything was thrown off the walls. The cupboards being thrown on the floor, papers laying across the floor. There was no blood but he still didn't like this. Peter was now standing beside him, looking the same as him.

Something had happened and Tino didn't like the feeling he had about this. He swallowed hard before he stepped inside over one off the cupboards. He walked through the hallway and in the living room which looked exactly the same. Everything was off the wall, shards of glass laying across the room. The cabinets had been pulled open and everything pulled out. It looked like someone has been here and searching for a specific thing since the most valuable stuff still was there. Peter walked closely to him, his hands holding tight onto his trousers as he opened a door slowly. He had his gun loaded and pointing quick through the room. Nothing was there. Tino was too scared to say anything, scared that such a creature or something else would come around the corner. He slowly walked further, past the writing desk. He felt Peter tremble beside his leg. But suddenly he heard something, it wasn't the sound off something breaking or someone walking, but soft incomprehensible mumbling. There was a door to another room, it sounded like it came out off that room. He looked at Peter before he grabbed his hand tight and opened the door.

They saw a person laying on the floor, with his back towards them, his legs pulled against his chest and his head in between them. The hands were in his blond hair. "No...no...no" he kept repeating it. Tino didn't know what to do, but he slowly laid his hand on the person's shoulder. Making the person flinch before he turned his head around. "Denmark!? What happened?"

"People... breaking... I hide... they searching... throwing things..." He couldn't bring it out in normal sentences. It was the shock off what had happened. "Mathais calm down, it's me, Tino and Peter." Mathais's eyes darted in all directions. His whole body was shivering, "Lukas... gone, no idea where." It was fear that made Mathais unable to speak properly, his hands clenched on Tino's jacket.

"They... back... away... here." He heard Denmark's uneven breaths and some the fear in his eyes, "They back... for me, get away." His speech got better but was still not understandable. But he wouldn't leave him behind here. Out off the sudden Mathais hugged him before he began to sob on his shoulder "I...w-worried about you, thought you died, thought I... alone." Tears began to stream down his face, Tino hugged him back, tears started to stream down his cheeks as well. Denmark was alive, but where was Norway. "Mathais, where's Lukas?" Denmark began to sob harder and grabbed Tino's jacket in between his fingers.

Peter didn't recognise Mathais anymore, his normally loud, happy self, wasn't there anymore. It was now the completely opposite. "He gone, no trace, just gone." Tino tried to comfort Mathais but the sound off glass breaking made him rise up. The same was with Mathais who rolled himself again in a little ball. He could hear the sound off foot steps breaking the furniture that laid on the floor. It weren't humans, humans would be much more quieter. The footsteps didn't come there way, but went to the hallway and up the stairs. "We have to get out off here, now and get away." He started to pull on Denmark's jacket, who didn't make any movement to get up. Peter started to pull on the end off his jacket in faded attempts to pull him up. "Stand up Denmark!" Tino mumbled, he got no reaction back. So he just pulled Denmark up onto his feet. He could hear the steps right above him.

It was searching something. He slowly began to walk out off the room with both Peter and Denmark holding his hands. When they were in the second room the accadentially stepped in some glass. The sound off breaking wood was heard, before a dust cloud blinded filled the room but the silhouette was clear for Tino it was such a creature. It had fallen straight through the ceiling they were they were just a moment ago. Denmark looked over his shoulder. His eyes widening as the dust began to settle down and Peter almost beginning to scream. At this point Tino began to run, pulling them with him, to the living room and jumping over the cabinets and tables.

They could hear the creature breaking to wall to get in the other room. It began to growl as it broke the wall making the opening bigger. As they were in the hallway the creature almost had them, the door opening had saved them. Denmark was in complete shock, he had never seen such creature and didn't want to see it again. They jumped through the front door and straight to the car. Opening the doors and getting inside. Quickly doing the seatbelts on. Tino was trying to get the engine running as the creature broke through the front door and stormed right at them. Panic was in all off them. As the car started Tino pushed as hard as he could on the gas pedal making the car accelerate fast and driving away. The creature grabbed out and just barely missed the bumper. There got more distance between them and the creature, but Tino just kept going at full speed.

Denmark was shivering beside him in the front seat, while he looked at the creature that began to disappear in the distance. "W-what's t-that?" He stuttered, Peter was sitting behind them and was almost crying. "I don't know," his hands went around the steering wheel and pinching it a bit, "but it was the one that got Sweden." Denmark looked at him, "so Sweden is no more." Tino kept his gaze straight towards the road and nodded "he sacrificed himself for us."

A frown appeared on Denmark's face another person he knew wasn't there anymore. Even though they didn't get along that well, he still felt something heavy in his heart. "What had happened in Norway's house?" Mathais turned his head to the backseat where Peter sat. He saw the fear spread across Peter's face. "A big group off people broke in. I could just hide in time." The creature had disappeared from the horizon, it made Tino slow down a bit. "Why were they in Norway's house?"

"They were searching for something, but I don't know for what. The only sentence that I could hear from where I was hiding was. They aren't here anymore let's search somewhere else."

"Alright put your feet here on the peddles. I'll hold onto you." Liechtenstein grabbed the steering wheel and set her feet on the peddles. Her arms shaking as she tried to hold the steering wheel straight. She felt Abel's hand on her back slowly pushing her forward, while the other held onto her arm. He was slowly running with her as she moved further. She had never driven a bike before and this was her third day trying to do it. "You can try to pedal now..." It almost sounded like someone said it through a microphone. The helmet was the cause off it.

Abel lowered himself a bit, his head coming closer to hers. Her feet slowly began to push the peddles making her go a bit faster. "You're doing great." His hands slowly let go off her, she was still shaking a bit, but she didn't fall. She couldn't believe it, she was cycling, slow but she was cycling. Abel was running with her for in case if she would fall. She had gotten an helmet from him special for cycling. Her grip on the steering wheel became better and she was shaking less. Abel stopped running. "Try turning." She hardened her grip on the steer before slowly turning around, she almost fell, but caught herself with her left feet. That was something she had work on together with cycling a bit faster. She remembered Abel telling that she had to learn to bicycle fast if they wanted to move fast through places and have a bigger chance to escape such a creature. "Good job for the second time," he walked towards her "I'm sure you'll be able to bicycle in no time and be pretty fast too." She looked up and a small smile formed on her face, Abel wasn't really from the compliments so he really meant this.

"Let's try it again." He got behind her again and started to push her, she putted her feet on the pedals and started to pedal a bit faster as the first time, her grip on the steering wheel was now almost without shivering. She began to have the idea she was getting more used to sitting on a bike. So when Abel let go she peddled a bit further before turning to the left and cycling back to him. He was stunned, never had he seen someone learning to ride a bike that fast. It wasn't the most gracefull but she was doing it. She was laughing a bit when she got past him, and turning around, coming back past his other side. The speed was the only thing she would need to work on. After all this was her third day trying to cycle.

They were close to the Austrian border when Abel said that she was going to learn bicycling here. Both off them weren't really talkers so most off the time walking had been silent. Abel holding his bike in one hand. After a while of walking she had grabbed his hand for support, his hand pressed tightly shut around hers. Just like Basch did. He really wasn't from the words but rather physical support. She knew why, it had to do with his sister. Having to deal with your own loss is already hard enough and having someone that needed a shoulder to cry on was too much. But he would let her cry and he would pet her back as a sign off affection.

"Let's get you some better clothes. The dress will be inconvenient, if you'll have to run." They were getting some supplies in the centre off a small town. She looked at Abel, he was right, her dress could get stuck on something if she had to run. It had come to Abel's mind when he saw a clothing store across the street. "Okay, Mr. Netherlands." He grabbed her small hand and pulled her over to the clothing store. He turned his head back and looked at her.

"Don't call me Mr. Netherlands, Abel is fine."

She nodded in response, before turning her gaze to the shop, wondering what sort off clothes she would need. Maybe some boy jeans, since those are a lot stronger than the jeans for girls. She looked up at Abel, of course only seeing the helmet with the glass up. He had the goggles on and a mouth mask. She realised she didn't really know anything off him besides that he used to have a big harbour in his country. Off course that was all gone now.

"Godverdomme... The door is locked." She didn't understand the first word, but it propably was a curse word. Abel let go off her hand and grabbed a brick that was laying loose on the streets and threw it through the glass door. It made her squeak off surprise while she covered her eyes. It splintered in thousands off glass shards before the glass fell out. It sure was loud, the one thing Abel didn't want to be. Abel had to have the idea it was safe here to do such a thing "If there's no entrance make an entrance by yourself." He whipped the dirt off his hands before he helped Elise inside. As suspected he walked to the men's section. All those women's clothing was far to thin and easily ripped. She didn't know where to look or where to start. Normally Basch would choose her clothing. Now she had to do it herself.

"Let's try this." Abel held the smallest size off pants he could find in the teenage boy section with an army green Jacket and Black T-shirt and gave it to her. The green was to camouflage her a bit. How had he found clothing so fast? She took the clothing off him and walked with him towards the changing rooms. He stayed close to her for safety reasons of course. She walked into one of the changing rooms and closed the curtains. Abel turned himself around looking to the broken glass door. Sure that nothing would enter this shop without him knowing. And if something would come in he could grab his gun or the claw in less than three seconds.

He took the helmet off and did it under his arm, there was no need to keep it on in the shop. The air was still clean in this room and he wouldn't fall in here. His hand was fumbling with the end off his jacket, his urge to smoke had started to kick in a few days ago. He always had it when he had several failed attempts to stop. This was his longest period off without time smoking anything and this time his attempt wouldn't fail. Afterall the world run out off cigarettes soon so why try to smoke anyway. He turned around when he heard the curtain open. Liechtenstein was standing there the shirt and jacket were a bit to long. Off what he could see the pants were the right size. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes, I'm just not used to wearing jeans." She still wasn't used to see Abel with his hair down even though she had already seen it for the three days he had been in their home. It was because she had only seen pictures off them and in all off them he had his hair spiked up. For the time outside he had been wearing the helmet. "Let's remove the price tags." She folded the clothing such way Abel could cut through the strings that kept the price tags on it. He was using the Swiss army knife.

"I have something to complete this. Close your eyes." Elise hesitated but closed her eyes. She could hear Abel downing his backpack off and going through it. It was silent as she heard Abel stepping closer to her. Elise felt something being set on her head. "You can open them again." She saw Abel stepping back, from her and closing the bag again. Her hands slowly went to her head and felt something soft. She turned herself around and saw the white hat she was familiar to. It was her brother's hat. "He wanted me to take it with me for you." Tears began to stream down het cheeks. She atleast had something off her brother with her now. "Thank you" she looked up seeing a small smile on Abel's lips "No problem." His head was pointing towards the exit. "We'll leave again, I'm sure one off those creatures has heard this." She nodded in response. He looked back at her before he did the helmet on again. She followed him outside and back to their bikes.

Their journey to Austria's house was rather hard. They had to go over the mountains with a bike and have the luck to not get lost. They all knew the way a bit where which country was but when inside the country they could lose the way easily. Another problem was that they couldn't go over the main roads anymore. Scavengers and thieves were on them, not afraid to kill a person over a good bag with food. Abel was almost killed that way when he was close to the Swiss border.

"Let's find a place to sleep, it's getting dark." They had covered almost 50 kilometres off roads that day and Elise couldn't be happier as you could be in such position. They were on the top off one off the mountains they had to get over. A typical Alpien House stood there, it looked like nothing had been here yet. The windows being small meaning it had to break more as an window to get to them. The sun made the wooden outside walls blink and shine even though there was a small layer off volcanic ash on it. What would be still in the air for the many years to come. "Let's use that house. The windows are small, meaning it can't come in easily." Elise was too tired to react and got off her bike just like Abel did. The bikes were set against the wall and Abel opened the door lightly holding the claw in his left hand. You never could be to careful in this new world, that might be his home forever, if he survived long enough to see that happen. "Are you left-handed?" Abel looked back at Elise, "yeah, but I was forced to right with my right hand since the ink that was used than would be smudged." That explained the pointy handwriting he had, she had seen it in the letters he sent to her brother. But only if you looked really close you could see the shivers the hand had made to write those letters. He lifted the bikes in the hallway, not wanting them to be stolen after all you never knew of dangerous people were around. The other reason was to leave no tracks to their hiding places for the "witte dood". Elise felt her Eyes beginning to feel heavy, if she hasn't been in this situation she would right away go to sleep. Abel slowly walked in with Elise following him.

The wood cracked with the steps they set, no danger was spotted yet. "So can you also write with your left hand?" Abel looked a bit frustrated back "This is not the moment to ask these questions." He pushed one off the doors open and walked into what appeared to be a living room. It only was dirty and a mess. Everything laid across the floor and food stains that weren't that old were in the carpet. Someone lives here or lived here, "we have to be quiet, someone might be here or will come back.'' Emtpy bottles of alcohol layed on the floor, standing on the tables. There came smoke off a sigaret that was pushed in a ashtray laying on the floor that if he was right. Looked like it had been thrown off the table.

If he was right it likely had happened a few minutes ago and you could never know if the person was good willed or bad. An urge to leave this house grew inside off him, but it became dark outside meaning it wouldn't be safe anymore, this house would be safer even if a serial killer lived here. A package off sigarets laid on a cabinet close to him, his hand went to grab it, but half way he stopped. Smoking was bad, he knew that and had never cared about that even his sister couldn't make him stop. It is bad for yourself and people around you. He looked at Elise, he sighed hard His hand going in a fist before he pulled his arm back with his other arm. He had promised to protect her from any danger and take care off her. He would keep her safe even if it meant giving up smoking.

He grabbed one off her wrist and walked further silently, passing all the dirty stuff on the ground. The living room was connected to a kitchen where a half eaten meal stood on the table the damp still came from it. There was no sign of live, the ground floor was safe. Yet he had a bad feeling about this house. "Liech, stay close by me." He lowered his claw and did it again on his belt and held the gun in his hand. He walked to the hallway again. Opening a closed door, it was a small room full of goods. No danger here either. The last door on the ground floor was a innocent toilet.

The stairs cracked under his feet as he slowly walked up. A certain aura hang there that he stopped walking and freezed on the stairs "Elise stay down, I'll have a look quickly." She didn't follow him on the stairs and went to the room where the goods were in. He continued walking up the stairs. The sense got worse when he was on the hallway, the first door he opened was a bathroom. Nothing was wrong. Another door was a child's bedroom with the toys still laying on the ground.

It had to be the last room. His hand trembled as he opened it. The sight made him drop his gun, a person had hanged himself there. It wasn't long ago since the skin still had his pink glow over it. He didn't want to enter the room, but a small book got his attention it layed a couple off feet away from the door. He slowly walked in and grabbing the book before he walked out and closed the door behind him. He opened the book, making a picture fall out off it. He bend down to grab it, as he turned it around he saw three people smiling. A woman with blond hair and brown eyes, a male with brown hair and blue eyes and a small child with brown hair and blue eyes. He could see dried up tear drops on the picture.

He turned the page seeing small written down texts and decided to read through it maybe some information as in there.

Day 1

I don't know what happened, our tv doesn't work for some reason and I can't reach my lovely wife, I hope she's okay.

He turned a few more pages as it started to get harder to read it.

Day 20

I'm surviving on bread and some old cans off food. The outside world scares me. It's black all black, I haven't left the house since the first day and haven't heard anything from Maria or the day care my little boy is. I'm slowly loosing hope..

He quickly got to the last page off the book.

Day 6?

I had my last meal that my lovely Maria used to make me. I've seen weird horrifying creatures through the windows. It almost look like they came from a sci-fi universe. Luckily it didn't see me. But it wouldn't really have mattered if they had seen me. Since this is the last time I'll be writing in this dairy. I don't have any hope anymore that my wife and son are still on this planet, I hope I'll see them again in heaven...

I'm sorry for them if they still were.

Love David

Son, husband and father

He felt the chills run down his spine. The creatures had arrived before them. This poor man lost his family and ended his own life out the sake of lost hope and sadness. This could have been him. If he had given up hope, it could have been him hanging there. But he had the promise to himself to live for his siblings and for Switzerland. To which he had made the promise to keep Liechtenstein safe, if he would end his live, he'll break these promises and he never broke a promise. He wanted to keep it that way.

He closed the book and laid it down in front off the door. As he walked down the stairs he didn't see Elise in the hallway. He looked around and in the end finding her in the cupboard under the stairs sleeping. She must have been tired, he sighed a small smile formed on his lips "Thanks to you I'm still alive." He sat himself besides her and locked the door from the inside. This was the only room in the house where it was safe to make some light and not get noticed. But he wouldn't stay up much longer, he would only eat something before he would go to sleep himself. He wanted to leave when it was light again, wasting no useful time they could use to travel. He did the backpack off and ate the last piece out off an opened container, it were beans, Elise didn't like them anyway. It wasn't much later that he also fell asleep.

He woke up from something that was clutching his right arm. He grabbed the flashlight and lightened the room. Seeing Liechtenstein holding onto his arm like it was a plush toy. That was a thing he didn't have to worry about anymore. Her head leaned against his shoulder and was breathing softly. How was he going to do something, since he didn't want to wake her up yet. She needed all the sleep she could get, she was a child after all.

Well leaving a bit later couldn't me that bad? He himself could need the the extra sleep. No, no those creatures are here, they have to move on. The sooner in Austria the better.

"Liech, Liech wake up. We have to go further." He said it soft while he softly pushed her a bit with his shoulder. Her cheek rubbed against his shoulder as she hugged his arm tighter. She was still sleeping. He sighed, before a small smile came on his face while a tear streamed down his cheek. She just reminded him so much off Bella. But that smile went away fading in a frown before he began to sob. His hand going over his mouth, trying to cover his sobs. They got louder, it was all the sadness he had pushed behind an iron door that now had bursted open. "Bell, I'm sorry I couldn't save you... Please forgive me." His chest was shaking hard.

"Mr. Netherlands, are you alright?" He whipped the tears from his face, before he looked at Elise. "I'm fine Elise, it just got too much for a sec" She could see his red eyes, tears started to well up in her eyes. "It's all my fault isn't it? It's because off me that you cry. Because I remind you of her isn't It?" Abel quickly pulled her close against his chest, hugging her tight. His hand went over the behind off her head. "You only took me with you, because I remind you of her?"

"It isn't your fault, Elise you can't do anything about it and that isn't the only reason. I keep my promises and I made the promise to Basch to keep you safe so I'll do that whatever it costs." His hands held her face up, his gaze met her "I'll never leave you alone." His thumbs whipped her tears off her cheeks. Her hands held his shirt in between her fingers. "Basch wouldn't want to see you like this, show me that beautiful smile." She slowly began to cry a bit softer, her lips turning up a bit with her eyes closed. A soft smile was on Abel's lips. "That's much better," he grabbed a can with cooked red kale up out off his backpack. "Eat this you'll need it."

"Elise are you sure this is his house?" He didn't know it, he really haven't been that often to Austria, but Liechtenstein had spent enough time there to tell him that. "Yes, this is his house, Hungary is here also sometimes." The house looked abandoned. Yet there stood a burning candle in an open window. The door was, not broken open, but just like someone had forgotten to lock it. From what he could see, it was clean and tidy inside. No claw trails were on the floor or in the garden. Still he didn't trust it, letting a door stand open now wasn't the smartest thing to do and Austria was overly proctective off his belongings, he found it out one time he had to visit him. He had to sit on the floor because otherwise he would make his new couch dirty. That was just a bit to extreme for Abel, in the end a couch would end up dirty anyway. But he could understand why, couches are expensive especially his taste off furniture.

"Hello...? Austria...? Hungary...? You in here...?" Abel pushed the door open, with Elise following him in. It looked like nothing had happened, like the whole apocyclapse just had skipped this house. There came no reaction. There was just the silence that was broken by a ticking clock. He slowly stepped in the hall way, looking around him, the paintings ever so silent hanging there. The wooden floor cracked with the steps they took. He lifted the helmet off his head and laid it on a table standing in the middle off the living room. The living room was the same no one in there. They walked around the couch towards the next door. At the moment he wanted to open it he heard a crack. He turned his head to the door where they have come through, a bullet flew past his face only a piece off hair was cut off. The bullet entered to wall leaving a hole in it.

"Austria? What were you thinking!" The gun was still pointed to them, but mainly towards Abel. He was the biggest threat in his eyes. Liechtenstein was standing next to Abel holding tight onto his clothes as she looked at Austria, shivering off fear. "I thought you were robbers, but oh well, why not kill you anyway for interrupting my peace." This wasn't the Austria she remembered. He reloaded the gun and his finger went around the trigger, pointing it at Abel's head. "Run!" Just in time Abel pulled Elise in the other room as the bullet went through the door entry and breaking a window. "This visit sadly had to come to an end, Netherlands." It was soft but he didn't trust it. He straight away ran towards the following room. When he opened the door a bullet just flew over him. Roderreich had estimated his height wrong other wise he wouldn't be standing here. "I thought you were taller than that." He now was happy he that he wasn't any taller. Abel quickly grabbed his own gun off his belt and pointed it towards began to laugh almost devilish.

"What's so funny?" Abel snarled, while he pushed Elise out off the door opening. "I know you Abel, you don't have it in you to shoot me." Abel's hand trembled, he was right. "You even couldn't shoot Spain, the man who you hated the most, it was the perfect moment to end him. The man you wanted to get away from so bad, but you didn't, you spared his miserable soul." He just couldn't do it, shooting Basch was out off sympathy and the human because it was such creature. "I dare you to shoot at me Abel, shoot me so I fall down on the floor in mine own pool of blood." He lowered his arm, why couldn't he just do it, even if Austria was trying to kill him, he just couldn't kill a human without feeling like a murderer. He already felt like one, by ending Basch's life.

"That's what I thought, it's my turn now." He loaded it again and as he pointed to Abel's head, but he lost grip off it. The bullet rotated as it got out off the gun. It was like time had slowed down, as the bullet came his direction. The impact off the bullet was felt, making Abel's face crunch up. The bullet had hit him in his lower leg, it had gone straight through it, just missing the bones. It had made Elise letting a high pitched scream out. The wound the bullet left was big and needed to be taken care off fast.

He wanted to fall on the floor and grab the wound and scream. Instead he grabbed an iron figurine and threw it in Austria's face, before it fell on the ground making a clattering sound. Austria stumbled a bit back as he grabbed towards his face while he groaned. He had no time to loose and he grabbed Elise by her wrist. Biting through his pain as he began to run, pulling her with him. Something was wrong with him, this isn't the Austria he knew from the meetings. They went through the living room, where he snatched his helmet off the table and set it on again.

He could feel the blood soaking his trousers before it began to stream down his leg in his shoe. The wound began to sting before it felt like with every step he took a knife was smashed in his leg, but he kept running. He could hear Austria running their way. They ran down the stairs in front off the entrance as a bullet flew over them again. Luckily their bikes stood against the wall off the house. They got on quickly and started to bycicle for their lives. Austria ran after them "Get back here, you haven't even said good bye." But they got a greater distance with him as he fell down of exhaustion from only running 100 feet (150 metres). They could hear a gun shot but it missed them with 10 feet (3 metres) hitting a street sign instead.

She didn't know for how long they had cycled, but it was getting dark and they still didn't have any place to sleep for the night. She had the idea Abel could fall off his bike any second now and loose his consciousness. "L-let's go into that small house over there." Abel pointed with a shivering arm towards a abandoned house in the middle off a meadow. It was the only choice they had. They got off their bikes and walked the rest towards what now looked more like a shed. It was small and had one small window on the roof top. They sat the bikes inside and closed the door behind them.

At that moment Abel fell down, the pain had gotten to much for him to handle that he lost his concouiness. First on his knees than straight on his stomach. The dust flew through the room. Elise watched in shock, "Abel!" Liechtenstein got to his side, shaking his side, he didn't respond, panic started to spread through her. "Abel! Abel wake up!" She pulled the helmet off his head seeing that his face had become pale. She bend down and put her ear close to Abel's mouth. He was breathing, she sighed. What was she supposed to do? She never had been in such a moment. She looked up and down his body seeing the soaking red trouser leg. Her hands removed it fast seeing the wound that had gotten inflamed. Her fingertips became red off touching the trouser leg. The blood was still streaming out off it, it couldn't heal up by itself. It was too big.

She grabbed the backpack off his back and began to search for the first aid kit he had told her about. It was all the way on the bottom off the bag. Eventually she got it and grabbed a cotton ball out off it and doing some water on it to clean his leg, from all the dried up blood and the blood that was still streaming out off it. The cotton ball had become completely red and brown. After that she grabbed to alcohol bottle. The alcohol was slowly absorbed by the cotton ball and she cleaned the wound througly, hoping the inflammation would become less. The one thing she didn't dare to do was stitching the wound. Sure she had stitched quite a lot and was quite good at it. But stitching up a wound was something she didn't dare to do.

Scared of that it would go wrong or would hurt Abel in the proces of it. But only doing bandages around it wouldn't stop the bleeding. She had to stitch the wound first before bandages could be used. She grabbed a needle and a black thread with shaking hands. She sterilized the needle with some alcohol, before putting the thread through the opening. At the end off the black thread she tied a to be knot so the thread couldn't get loose and open the wound again.

She watched in horror as she quickly poked the needle in the skin a bit under the wound. It went through the gaping opening and came out off his flesh a bit above the wound. It was her luck that Abel was unconscious, so she didn't have to hear his groans off pain or had to deal with a moving leg. She set the needle again underneath the gaping hole and did the same. Making it look like she was writing an N where only in the diagonal was visible off. She did it one more time before she softly pulled the thread completely through the wound. Making the gaping hole on one side disappear, a knot was laid in it, before she cut the remaining thread off. She did the same on the other side. Afterwards some bandages were placed around it, to prevent anymore bloodloss and to protect it against dirt.

She turned him on his back with afford. She was amazed by how long Abel had ignored the wound. She herself would have fallen down right after the shot but he didn't. Elise was exhausted and after cleaning up after herself she fell sleep, close to Abel who was the only source off any kind off heat in the shed.

"E...e...elise...?" Abel's voice cracked not much harder as a normal breath would sound. Liechtenstein turned her head around as she heard coughing coming from the corner she had placed Abel in. Did she hear it right? After all the time he was unconscious, he had woken up. If she has counted the days right, seven days had passed that he hadn't moved or spoken. She was scared that she had lost him, her only mainstay to survive this.

It had been boring alone, with no one to talk with. She did talk to Abel but really didn't get any reaction back as he lay there not moving a muscle. In the end she started watching the small insects that collected small seeds off a workbench.

She ran towards him and set herself on her knees besides him. "Elise..." his hand reached up, which she grabbed in both her hands. His fever was still high she felt it and saw the sweat on his forehead. But that didn't matter he was awake now. "His piano..." Elise bent down closer to Abel's face "it was broken."

"But Austria would never break his Piano." She looked at Abel's half opened eyes. They were red and dried up tears in the corners off them. He tried to say something but his throat was too sore. Elise looked away and grabbed a water bottle and brought it to his lips. Her hand went under his head and pushed it a bit up. Slowly she poured the water in his mouth, Abel glupped it all down. Where after he took a big breath in and pushed himself up, still sitting on the floor. He looked at Elise who was on the same height as him.

"It wasn't him who broke it."

Verdomme: is a dutch curse word which you can translate as god damn it