Here is the next chapter! Hope you guys are enjoying it~

Clanking noises where heard as Antarctica fiddled with the heating system. "Stupid American, I blame him for this. Wanting to go inside and just have the meeting in the crap base instead of the base with all of my stuff AND a heating system that WORKS!" he growled. But maybe it was his own fault, he was the one who lost track of the days and decided to stand outside of his base where they could see him. He sighed, "Maybe after this they'll never want to come back... there goes my chance at having friends for the first time in my existance."

"That's not true." A voice shocked Antarctica back to reality and he turned to face the voice. It was Italy. "We're still friends!" That cheery grin appearing on his face.

"Why are you here Italy? You should be inside and not out here in the cold."

"Vee~ But I wanted to help and keep you company! You looked sad that you had to go outside."

"I wasn't sad about going outside," he said attending back to the heater. "Just sad that this meeting isn't going how I planned. I wanted it to go well, so you guys might come to like my homeland." After reagusting some screws Antarctica placed the cover back on the system. "There. Now hopefully that should work atleast for an hour. Come on-" He turned to see where Italy was. "Italy?" he wasn't there. Antarctica spun around when a faint little laugh was heard. "Italy!"

Italy was standing near the edge of the ice, following a pengiun, and trying to walk like it too. "Vee~ They're so cute~!" he giggled and turned to see Antarctica looking at him. "Hey Antarctica! These things are so cute! Can I have one? Oh wait, can I have two?" He shouted back to the continant while jumping up in the air, followed by returning his attention to the penguin who then leapt into the water with Italy leaning over the edge. "Aww, he swam away. Wonder where he could have gone?"

"Italy! Get away from the edge!" Antarctica shouted while running towards Italy in hopes that he would listen. "ITALY!" This last shout was heard inside the base, with the instant reaction from Germany running outside slowly followed by the others.

"Italy?" The german asked and looked towards Italy who (despite what he was being told) was at the water's edge, and Antarctica running towards him.

"Vee?" Italy turned around and looked at everyone who was now outside. "Hey guys~ After the meeting do you think we could make pasta?" He looked at Antarctica who was running towards him yelling something, but Italy could not hear. "I wonder what's wrong?" Oblivious to the Italian, a dark shadow was swimming benieth the ice, but Antarctica saw it.

"Italy! Bloody run!" he yelled and continued to run towards him, but soon slipped and fell onto his stomach sliding to a stop.

"Antarctica!" Italy yelled and took a step forward, hearing something he wish he hadn't. Crack. The italian looked down towards his feet and saw a large crack appear beneith his boot, and moved it back a step. Which lead him closer to the water's edge. The shadow got closer and started to pick up it's pace towards the italian. "I can't walk forward! The ice might crack!" He cried back to the continant.

The other nations started to make their way over, slowly, fearing that the ice might crack under them, not realising that they are safe. "Italy!" Germany called back, "Just wait there! I'll come and get you!" and he continued to walk carefully towards him.

Antarctica tried to get back up onto his feet again. "NO! JUST RUN!" he cried again and started to run again. This little event started to confuse Italy. Run or stay? What was he to do? Suddenly, he felt a strange chill and something in the back of his mind to run. But it was too late. As Italy turned his head, the shadow leapt from the water just missing Italy but taking out the ice underneith him. A killer whale. Before he could even step forward, Italy was knocked into the water. The freezing cold water.

The countries then went into overdrive and ignored their safety and bolted towards where the Italian was, but not before Antarctica was there. Italy swam up to the surface for air but not before he saw the whale once again heading for him. Antarctica reached over the edge and begged Italy to just swim and reach for him. The whale was once again trying to get Italy but Antarctica was determind. Ripping off his jacket and pludged into the water, grabbing Italy and throwing him out of the water, but not before the whale grabbed a hold of Antarctica's leg. He yelled and against his own will, kicked the beast forcing it to let him go.

Antarctica hoisted himself out and limped over to Italy and tried to pick him up, while Italy was violently shivering. "Germany!" Antarctica called just as he sprinted over to him. "Quick, t-take him inside and I'll make sure h-he doesn't freeze." Germany nodded and sprinted back towards the base along with half of the G8. Antarctica reluctently picked up his jacket and limped as fast as he could back to the base. But luckily the Brit was there to lend a hand along with the Canadian.

Well there you go, I wrote about 3 or 4 chapters today so I'll try and upload them. Next chapter will test my knowledge on freezing and stuff. Well, I've lived in -2 degree temperatures for almost my whole life, so I should know.