Japan had clutched his gut and fallen onto the floor. China tried to help him, but Germany and Canada had to get him out of the light. The plane shook and shuddered, then completely dropped several hundred feet. When it was over, Japan was sitting on the floor, and he looked impassive.

"Are you alright, aru?" Japan got up. "I am..fine." Germany and Canada grudgingly accepted that, but China didn't, not for a second. Japan actually seemed more withdrawn than before, on the ride home.

Everyone was shocked again. They thought it would be Germany. "Vey are just picking randomly, so it could be anyone," Germany said. He frowned. "Where's Prussia? We haven't heard from him."

When no one could remember him leaving or anything, he set off in search of his brother.

The now human countries were now vulnerable, so they were confined to a room. To China's silent disliking, for Japan was like his little brother, Japan was taken down there. "Okay, we need to figure this out fast, before everyone is human, and we can't defend ourselves," said Romano, who was actually not that rude at the moment. As hard as that is to believe.

Britain started mixing the ingredients, along with a few of his own. Purple mist snaked from the sides of the bowl and it didn't smell like anything. It bubble, and swirled slightly on it's own.

It had to sit for a day. "Really? Ugh, so inconveniant, damn bastardo," Romano muttered. "Aw, Romano, don't be upset," said Spain, as he pulled a very unhappy Romano in for a hug. "You stupid bastardo! Let me go! Get your fucking hands off me!"

While that was going on, Germany had to babysit Italy as he made pasta.

Meanwhile, in the 'safe' room, Switzerland, Japan, Russia, and America were all together. And they let Switzerland keep his gun. He again kept loading and reloading it.

America kept wanting to talk, though he didn't end up talking very much, Japan attempted to meditate, and Russia occasionally said somethig about brutaly destroying those who did this to Mother Russia.

The countries that were turned human started to pile up. China, Lichtenstein, Hungary, Austria, Poland, Germany, and France all became human. It was a political mess, and soon, some of the countries, demanded to be let out.

"Come on, let us out," France pleaded. Italy bit his lip. "But….I….um…." He really wanted to, for he could hang with Germany, but scary Britain had told him not to.

Germany pushed France aside. "Italy." On the other side, Italy recognized Germany's voice. "I know you vant to open the door, but don't open it, ok?" He nodded. "Okay, Germany!" he said, feeling better.

France glared at him. "Sacre bleu! We were almost out!" Germany gave him a look. "They don't need us getting in their vay, so we will stay here." France pouted. Switzerland loaded his gun, and aimed at France, sick of his whining. France yelped and dove behind Germany, who grumbled, and walked away.

America was trying to persuade Japan to eat a candy bar. "Dude, it's awesome, try it!" Japan pursed his lips, and cautiously took the chocolate, putting it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. America beamed. "Awesome, right?" Japan grimaced. "It's so pungant and sweet!"

China smiled to himself. He had been forced to eat one of America's candy bars when they were stuck on an island. He gagged at the memory. When France taunted Austria, Hungary hit him over the head with her frying pan. France rubbed his head. "Oh, moi beautiful head!" he sobbed. "Oh, enough with your vanity, Frnace," Austria said, cleaning his glasses. France glared at him.

"If you weren't so ugly, you would understand the beautifulness of moi," he retorted. The frying pan made a miraculous return.

The Baltic all turned, and Finland too. Sweden got angry when they took his 'wife' away, but he said nothing. Soon, Romano, Spain, Italy, and Britain turned. Britain was furious. Romano was lethal. Soon, there were too many nations jammed in one room, so they let them have free rein of the house. Then the only countries left were Iceland, Sweden, and Canada.

They were forced to set up shop in Britain pentagram room, but only Germany, Japan, Britain, China, America, and Russia were allowed inside. Britain completed the potion for the spell, and was ready to use it. "Ready?" He recieved nods.

He was about to when there was a massive boom. The room shook. "Vat was that?" Then the doors burst open to reveal an enourmous number of men, tall and strong, with huge guns. It was lethal to the human nations. They fired, hitting Russia and Japan, and China grabbed Japan, dragging him off to the side.

America grabbed Russia, dodging the rain of bullets. Russia seemed not hurt, but puzzled by how weak he got. But he did know he was hit, mostly by the blood spreading rapidly across his chest.

The remaining countries fought the intruders, at least the strong human ones and the still not human nations. America sat in a small corner, Russia part way on his lap, struggling to stay consious.

Japan was still alert, clutching his katana, but he was too much in shock to do anything with it. China had him behind an overturned table, and was trying to stop the bleeding in Japan's ribs. He inhaled sharply as China pressed down.

Two gun men found America using Russia's scarf as a bandage. He looked at them, and he was scared. Britain knew he wouldn't get there in time. "Aoyui kadji vzuiya!" A bright wall of light cut the room in half, forcing the men to the other side, and the nations on the other.

China supported Japan, who was getting weaker, and was able to get him out the door Britain created. Canada seemed numb, but quickly ushered everyone outside. Britain had to drag him away from an already gone Russia.

Outside, Britain sealed the wall behind them. He seemed tired out. Germany's eyes widened. "Italy!" They realized everyone else was still inside. "Oh my God," Canada whispered, his eyes getting moist.

Meanwhile, China just tried to keep Japan alive. The men filed out of the building, and combed the surrounding ground, and thanks to Britain, they remained invisible. After they left, they cautiously went inside, terrified of what they would find.

And what they found was heart wrenching.

Bodies. Hungary, Austria, Poland, Estonia, and others. Sweden was caring for Finland, though blood was seeping from a gunshot wound in his shoulder. Germany found Italy shaking violently in a corner, and crying, his clothes were stained with blood. He was unharmed. Germany comforted him as best he could.

Romano was suprisingly supporting a fallen Spain. But Spain was gone, and Romano looked at him in disbelief. He looked up at him, and his eyes were a little moist. "He...he took the bullet for me," he said, as if he never would have believed it. That's when the shaking Italy, and all the other countries saw the blood all over Romano.

He looked down at Spain, then at his terrified little brother, then grabbed a gun, pulling the trigger at his temple. Italy screamed his name, diving after him, but Germany held him while Italy screamed and cried.

They were the only ones left. Even little Sealand was gone. They cried. They all broke down and cried right there. Italy ran out of the room, and Germany went after him. There was a light patter, and everyone looked for the source, only to see that it was Japan's blood hitting the floor.

China took action, taking Japan into a room and lifting him onto the table, much to Japan's pain. He ordered needle and thread, and washed peices of fabric, exchanging them for the ones soaked in blood. Japan had gone pale, but he still hung on.

America frowned. "Why? Why turn us human? Why kill us?!" Canada gasped. The remaining few looked at him. He looked right back. "Don't you see?" Blank stares. "They turned you human to make you weak, then they send those men to eliminate you. They are trying to destroy the countries." Britain nodded in agreement. "But who? Hmm. Who isn't here?"

"Prussia," Iceland offered, but quickly cowered under Germany. "You think my brother did this?" he snarled. America shrugged. "Doubtful. He doesn't have a grudge against anyone." Germany visibly relaxed at the sound of agreeing murmurs.

Then everyone froze. "Belarus," someone whispered.