Gone Camping

Chapter Ten

England had just gotten back from breakfast at his favorite restaurant. He had to eat alone because nobody was available. He walked into his house and set his jacket neatly on a coat rack beside the door and walked into his living room.

"This day seems too….. empty."

He walked out of the living room and into the kitchen where he kept his calendar that Japan had gotten him for Christmas last year.

"I could have sworn me and America had things to do…" he said as he turned the pages to the correct month. When he arrived at the correct month, July, he was disappointed to see the whole entire day empty.

"Well that is very unfortunate." England said as he picked up the calendar to put it away. Then he walked over to his couch in the living room and sat down. He was uncomfortable for some reason and felt like it had to do with America. He leaned forward and thought for a couple of second, and then he reached for his phone and dialed his favorite number. He waited for a couple of seconds with the phone on speaker only to hear the dial ringing.

"Bloody hell, why won't you pick up!"

"Hey what's up dude can't talk."

"Well find some time because I have been worried sick! You were supposed to come home yesterday!" England yelled into the phone.

"Well I can explain, somebody went missing so we had to go out to find them-"

"Somebody went missing! That's it obviously you and your bloody friends can't handle a simple camping trip so I'm coming out there to get you there is no way you are spending five days out there with no food and wild bears and... and…"

"England, were lost."

England's eyes widened as he stared at the phone in pure shock.

"W-what?" But it was too late because by the time England answered America had already hung up.

England jumped up from the coach and ran to the door, forgetting o grab his coat, but that was the least of his worries.

…

"Dude England just called. He said he was coming." America said, stepping over a branch.

America, Russia, Spain, Germany, Italy, Romano, Prussia, and France were walking through the forest, trying to find there way back to the trailer.

"Why the hell did the perverted bastard have to come with us?!" Romano yelled as he slumped his way up a small hill.

"I didn't invite him. I guess he just tagged along. And did you say Englandwas coming?" Spain said.

"Ve, does that mean were saved?!" Italy said on the back of Germany, who had to carry Italy after only five minutes of trying to find there way back to the trailer.

It was about ten thirty in the morning so at least they were lost at a time of day when I won't be getting dark any time soon. They had been walking for an hour or so and they were about ready to accept that they were lost, which Romano already knew from the start.

"I don't know Italy, if he is capable of finding us, he still might not be able to find his way back…wait! America, didn't you say you had a map?!" Germany said turning his head towards America at the front of the pack.

"Ya! It's right in here." America said, taking his bag off of his bag and setting it on a small bolder a couple of yards beside him. He dug around in a small pocket on the side of his bag until he pulled out a folded up map.

"I half expected you to pull out a computer or something." Prussia said as he walked up to America to help him with the map. America opened the folded map and put his face close to the paper, lifting his glasses up to read better. He examined the map for a while then lifted his head from the paper with a confused look on his face.

"I can't find it on the map!"

Prussia sparked a look of confusion and peeked over America's shoulder to take a look.

"Step aside peoples me and Gilbird will get us out of here." Prussia said looking up at his yellow bird flying around the map.

"Since when did that bird get here?" Spain asked to nobody specific.

Prussia snatched the map from America's hands and put it up to his face. Then, after only one second of looking at the map his face shot to and very surprised look.

"You found the way, da?" Russia said out of nowhere.

But there was no answer, just a surprised look and Prussia standing there staring at the map.

"God damn it it's taking too long! Let me see that!" Romano yelled grabbing the map.

"… God damn it America this is a fucking map of your stupid ass country! Why the hell did you think this would show us where the hell we are you bastard?!" Romano yelled as he tried to pounce on America only to get stopped when Prussia pulled him back into his arms. Romano squirmed and swat at Prussia's arms trying to get free to attack who was now in his eyes his mortal enemy.

"Dude…. Calm down England is coming." America said looking at Romano struggle against Prussia's strength.

"Germany were all going to die!" Italy yelled squeezing Germany's neck harder than before.

"Settle down Italy we will be fine. The trailer has to be somewhere around here…" Germany reassured Italy, who was starting to cut off circulation.

"God damn it! Nobody is going to find us!" Romano yelled before finally throwing himself out of Prussia's arms.

Then everybody heard a ringtone singing something about hamburgers, causing everybody to turn there heads towards America, who had already taken out his phone and answered.

"Hey dude…ya were out here…..but… England please we can find our way back…what...fine, be careful… please…..bye."

America shoved his phone back in his pocket, picked up is bag, and walked away without saying a word. The others, not speaking either, followed him on through the forest again.

It had been about two hours of walking through the forest, gathering leaves and pine needles in there hair, until they finally, but surprisingly, found him.

"E-England!" America ran up to England, who had been walking in there direction, and threw himself into England's arms, ignoring the fact that the other nations were watching. They stood there for a couple of second than England let go and backed away from America.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Follow me!" England said with a smile on his face that he had not had for a couple of days.

"Ve Germany! We're saved!" Italy yelled happily.

"It has been a while since you started walking England, so that means we are very far away from trailer, da? Russia said walking towards England.

"We better be fucking close! I'm about ready to pass out!" Romano complained.

"And my clothes are getting awfully dirty. I can't afford this! I have to get out of this filthy forest!" France exclaimed as a hint of hope shined in his eyes.

"Don't worry guys. I have been waiting out in the trailer forever than just a couple of minutes ago I came to get you. You guys must have been really lucky heading in this direction." England said while walking them back to safety. Then, within minutes they saw the trail, the same one that emerged them in forest when they first came here.

"Shouldn't we go back to get our stuff?" Spain asked, seeing the opening to the campsite they had been to.

"I got China and Japan to help me get your stuff while I went looking for you." England said walking out onto the trail that lead them back to the trailer.

Finally, all of the once lost nations felt that they were finally safe. They were saved.

~Thanks for reading and sorry that I have not been uploading for a while, Microsoft is my worst enemy. I will be writing for soon, this is definitely not the last chapter but the story is almost over.

~France's fencing sword CAN KILL!

~Ciao!