Norway 5:02 AM

Sealand brightened on seeing that Kugelmugel wasn't shivering anymore, as he leaned against Sweden. He'd been shaking horribly for the past hour or so, and his lips were blue…

But then he frowned. Kugelmugel's lips were still clearly blue.

"Papa Sweden! Kugelmugel's stopped shaking!"

Sweden came awake with a jolt, having dozed off. Kugelmugel slumped forward in his arms. That was when Sweden's gaze became scary intense, as he turned Kugelmugel over, looking at his undisturbed face. He shook him, saying, "Hey! Hey! K'gmugel?!"

No response.

That was when things truly got scary to Sealand, because Sweden laid Kugelmugel down on the ground and began to forcefully push down Kugelmugel's chest; it looked like he was trying to break his ribcage.

"Papa Sweden? Papa Sweden, please, stop, you're going to hurt him!" Sealand's cry easily woke up most of the group. England came over to his side, saying, "What do you need me to do?"

Sweden's eyes were wide, as he continued to push into Kugelmugel's chest. "Get help."

"We can't," England said, but his voice was calm. He knew how to handle an emergency situation. "Wait, wake up Norway! See if he knows how close we are; we can send the fastest ones ahead!"

Sealand could see Finland waking up Norway, no time for pleasantries as he said, "Where are we? Where's the nearest inhabited place?"

"So many kilometers," Norway groaned, blinking owlishly. He was taking deep breaths through his teeth, as he tried to focus. "I-I don't know how many; is someone dying? Is someone else dead?"

"Yes," Finland said, "We need to know which direction to go in!"

"South-south-east," Norway said.

"I'll go!" Poland volunteered, a determined look in his eye.

"Come on!" Germany said, on his feet. He took off in the direction specified, and Poland was quickly on his heels.

Sweden kept pumping away.

Kugelmugel's face didn't move in the slightest.

Sealand cried into Iceland, who clutched him with shaking hands.

China 5:35 AM

Russia, of all people, had been Israel's protector the rest of the night. Not that most people felt all that comfortable going back to sleep, but by the time the sun streamed over the land, no more incidents had happened.

Hong Kong held tightly to Macau's arm, as Saudi Arabia's body was fully visible in the light of the morning. His face was not easy to make out, and his skull was definitely cracked.

Everyone rose as China called out, "It's time to get up! We can't waste time if we're going to make it."

That was when Hong Kong spotted Mongolia still laying on the ground. He sighed, and let go of Macau and headed over to him. "Hey, Mongolia. It's time to go."

Mongolia's eyelashes seemed to flutter, but it looked like he was fighting to open them.

North Korea appeared at Hong Kong's side. "He must have taken a savage blow. It wasn't fair to him to put him in charge of watching Israel."

The first sound out of Mongolia's mouth was a moan. His eyes slowly cracked open, and he began to push against the ground.

"China, something's wrong with Mongolia!" Hong Kong called to the front of the group.

China came over, but Russia got there first. He was already kneeling down by the downed nation's side, ever so gently untying the fabric leg around his head, and then even more carefully turning his head so that he could get a look at the wound.

"What is it? What do you see?" China asked, leaning forward.

Russia made a tsk noise, saying, "It could be internal damage. Hear his breathing? It's irregular. He can't get up, let alone walk."

"We'll have to kill him," North Korea said solemnly, like they were suggesting putting down a pet.

"What the hell?" Hong Kong demanded, gaping at North Korea.

"Ah, no, no, comrade, he has a chance for survival," Russia said, rewrapping the leg around his head.

"The only person here who could carry him is you," China said, looking at Russia pointedly.

"Mongolia is one of my dearest comrades," Russia replied, giving China a look like he couldn't possibly understand. "I will carry him."

Hong Kong stared a moment, saying, "I thought Mongolia hated almost everybody…"

"No, no, he hates crowds; there's a large difference," Russia explained, and North Korea was already helping get Mongolia on Russia's back. "But he does hate China."

"Yes, everyone here knows that," China said irritably.

Russia pinched China's cheek like he was a child, smiling and saying, "You have always been jealous since he chose me over you repeatedly."

"I am not jealous!" China snapped, running his hand through his hair and realizing the mess it was in, if the way he speedily redid his ponytail was any indication.

Russia had Mongolia firmly on his back, and he began to walk. "Comrade Mongolia does not have all day. We must keep going." Mongolia's head leaned on Russia's shoulder like a baby's; his eyes were shut.

Israel came storming over. "Aren't you going to do anything about those attempted murderers? They all ganged up on me in the middle of the night!"

"Just stay out of their way!" China snapped, throwing his hands up in the air. He walked at double his usual pace to get to the front of the group.

Hong Kong looked apologetically at Israel. "You should hang around South Korea, Macau, and I. South Korea's pretty strong."

"Yeah, fine," Israel sighed, though it didn't look like he released any tension at all. He walked forward, and was brought into their group.

South Korea grinned at him, and he got a growl in response. "Fine, fine, just trying to lighten the mood," South Korea muttered.

Canada 6:00 AM

"Canada!" The voice was all too familiar, and Canada nearly fell out of the tree climbing down.

"America!" He could see his neighbor standing at the bottom of the tree. His head had caked blood in his hair, and he was missing his glasses.

"Wow, thank god you're okay. Those guys are freakishly bloodthirsty-"

Canada slapped America across the face, yelling at him, "You killed someone! What the fucking hell do you expect?!"

Stunned, America stared at him for a few minutes, then said in a somewhat pitiful voice, "I really didn't mean. God, you have to know I didn't want to kill anyone!"

Canada glared at him, and another flare of anger went through him- along with a chill of fear. "They have Molossia. Oh god, I couldn't save him-"

"Oh my god, no. They can't- they won't- Canada, we have to do something!" America said, pure panic on his face.

"I know. I know, don't you think I know? But there's two of us and around twenty of them!" Canada said, burying his face in his hands.

That was when there was a scream.

"Mol!" America gasped, apparently instantly recognizing the voice. He ran in the direction, and Canada followed after.

They ran, whipping through the forest, until they reached a clearing. That was when America stopped, and Canada ran into him.

Ahead of them, there was the group of other nations, one of the smaller nations stripped of his pant legs. Molossia knelt in the dirt, face down, arms tied behind him.

In his hands, Mexico held a large rock.

"America! I know you're out there!" he shouted, and America shrunk back into the foliage. Canada was breathing lightly, like he was afraid they would pick up on that and kill them both.

"What do I do?" America said, a frightened look on his face as he turned to Canada.

"I don't know," Canada said, an icy snake seeming to settle in his stomach.

"America! This is what happens to dirty gringos who murder children!" Mexico shouted again, raising the rock above his head.

Molossia let out a terrified sob, pleading, "Please, America, please-"

"NO!" America screamed, running out. But Mexico brought down the rock on Molossia's head. It was instant death, Molossia crumbling to the ground.

Canada ran after America, grabbing his arm and getting dragged along. "America, it's too late, run, for god's sake, RUN!"

The whole group was already starting to run towards them. America stopped in his tracks and stared for about two seconds at Molossia's still form. Then, clearly sobbing, he ran in the opposite direction. Canada took off after him.

/AN/ Whew! This is so much fun to write. I hope y'all are enjoying it.