Thirteen days later...

Lukas sighed in relief as the lights turned on again. They had survived another night. He turned back to the bed, where Tino and Emil were still asleep. The faint trace of a smile crossed Norway's face for a moment as he looked down at his little brother. He was so cute when he slept. Sighing, he slowly shook the two awake. It was fairly easy to wake Finland, and he got up without much arguing. Of course, he complained about the lack of coffee, but Norway couldn't blame him much for that. He was suffering from coffee withdrawal as well.

Iceland was harder to wake up. He kept swatting the elder nations' hands away, mumbling something like "Five more minutes," and then going back to sleep. Lukas estimated it took roughly half an hour to get him up, and that was a new record.

When all three were up, they returned to what they had been doing the past few days. Wandering aimlessly about, looking for the other Nordics, bickering (this was mostly between Norway and Iceland), complaining, and trying not to die.

Fortunately, this place had a seemingly infinite supply of fresh Swedish meatballs. That was about the only good thing- well, in Lukas and Tino's opinions. Emil liked when he got the last guard shift, because he got to spend some quality time with the refrigerators before the others woke up. That was still only two good things about being here, though.

"This place seems to go on forever," mumbled Lukas.

Emil nodded in agreement. "I think that's because it does. This is hopeless. We'll be lucky to find any trace of your boyfriends, dead or alive."

"He is not my boyfriend!" Norway protested.

"Mathias and Lukey, sitting in a tree, K-"

"We'll never find them!" Tino interrupted, on the verge of tears. "I'll lose Ruotsi forever and it's all my fault for running off!"

That was another common thing. At least several times a day, either Iceland or Finland would lose hope and break down in tears, and the other two would have to comfort him. All of them were breaking, to varying degrees. Even Norway would, at night, when everyone else was asleep, throw his emotionless facade aside and let a few tears fall. Once, Finland had woken up during this, but he was so shocked to see cold, calculating, stoic Lukas crying, that he wrote it off as hallucinations (from sleep paralysis or madness, he didn't want to know) and went back to sleep.

Lukas sighed, pausing to tightly hug the Finn, stroking his hair. That usually helped him calm down. "It's not your fault, Tino. I would have run off, too. Besides, Sweden is the one who brought us here, right?"

Finland nodded, sniffling and wiping away a tear. Emil gently rubbed his back, shrugging. "We've been doing a good job surviving together, haven't we? I mean, maybe Dan and Svi found each other. Maybe they're working together-"

"-for once," Norway interrupted.

"-to survive, too. Maybe they're looking for us. We'll find them eventually, Fin. I promise."

"Not really something that you can guaruntee-"

"Shut up, Nore, I'm trying to help!"

"Whoops. Yeah, I promise to at least try and find them."

Tino simply nodded, pulling himself away from the taller nations. "Alright... you're right. We can't give up! We have to find Berwald!"

"And Mathias," added Iceland.

"That idiot's probably going to get us killed."

"And Mathias," Iceland repeated, refraining from punching his brother in the face.

"Whatever." Norway rolled his eyes, grabbing the younger nations' hands and leading them deeper into the IKEA.

A/N: I'm so, so sorry this is late! Stuff happened and I couldn't get on my computer to write, but I'm back! I hope you understand! As compensation for the wait, I've written two chapters today! Oh, and happy Easter to those of you who celebrate, but have a good day anyway if you don't.