Oy. Just... oy.

Chapter warnings: Slight yaoi, eyeballs, blood, intruduction to the bastard who started all of this.

"We can't just leave them there… we have to go back for everyone else!" Finland yelled at his 'husband'.

Sweden shook his head in disagreement. "No, I won't see you harmed." The taller blonde responded calmly before wrapping his arms around the shorter.

"Please Sweden… if you really love me, you'll go back." Finland said, his head low and his voice hoarse from yelling.

"… No… I love you to much to see you die." The stern faced man told his love, who struggled to get out of his grasp. Finland started kicking and screaming, his arms held down. "…Think of the children Finny." Said country stopped all movement for a minute. "…Where will Sealand and Latvia go if we shouldn't return? If we do go back, and we meet our fate, who will protect them?"

Finland slowly calmed down, falling limp. "You're right…" He slowly said before there was a knocking on their door. The two looked at each other with questioning eyes.

They opened the door, revealing a distressed Spain. "Have you seen Romano? I realize now what a fool I have been. I need to set things right." Sweden and Finland looked at eachother, a silent conversation between them.

Finland cleared his throat. "… About Romano…"

The three men walked down the hall with caution. Canada pressed against Prussia, burying his face in his chest. "Prussia… don't look at the bucket."

But, like the fool he was, he did the opposite of what he was told. In a bucket near the wall was a large amount of blood, overfilling and dripping down the sides. Although the real part that made the ex-country want to bend over and hurl was the one floating violet eyeball which seemed to be watching them.

Prussia looked at Matthew, and noticed that both his eyes were intact. "…It's Russia's… isn't it?"

"Sure is~!" a voice came from the hallway. Italy was standing near the end, a bloody hatchet in his hand. A loud stomping noise came from upstairs, getting closer and closer to the stairs by the minute. The steps were slow though.

Italy looked up and the ceiling with a frightened look on his face before pointing to a door. "Quickly, hide in there!" he whispered before pushing them into a closet. The three looked at him questioningly before putting a finger to his lips. "Shh~" he said quietly before carefully shutting the door.

"Anybody on this floor?"

"I didn't see anyone Fratello."

"You better not be lying to me. You know what happened the last time you tried to disobey me."

"… yes brother."

"Come on, America!" England hissed between his teeth. "Hurry up!" The taller out of the two countries quietly yet quickly made his way up the stairs to the attic.

England slowly pushed the key in the lock and opened the small door. He stepped into the large room covered in boxes. There was another door to their left, and a wall of boxes to their right.

A sudden stomping noise came bounding up the stairs. The two looked at each other before diving into the boxes. America's breathing grew loud and ragged. England slowly rolled his eyes before bringing his lips to America's. The other's blue eyes widened, staring back into the determined green ones.

The door slammed opened and America squeezed his eyes shut. If he was going to die, he didn't want to see it happen.

The door slowly, but eventually shut again. The two separated, America looking at England with confusion in his eyes. England shrugged, replying the American's silent question. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

America glared, but didn't object. For if it weren't for England's quick thinking, he wouldn't be alive.

Sorry FrUk fans. NOT TODAY, but maybe later, in another fiction. They can be a side pairing or something. :)

Also, the question of the chapter: Is Italy evil or not?