Norway breathed heavily as they stopped at the edge of the trees.
He turned to look back at the buildings, who's windows were cracked and covered in ice.
The high-pitched scream had died a few seconds ago and the sounds and made Norway's heart twist.
No one saw how Russia gasped in air, his step faltering as ice seemed to explode in his chest.
Norway bristled with anger.
Germany and England were already talking about God know's what.
"Why the hell did you leave him there?" Norway growled.
Germany sighed. He had more or less been expecting this. He turned around to face the angry brother. "We have to get out. Iceland was about to lose it, and that also provided us with an escape."
Norway nodded, face calm. Russia sighed to himself and slightly cringe. China blinked, looking at Norway, then at Germany. He put his hands up and walked away, muttering about not wanting to get involved.
Norway turned to the side, then swung, punching Germany in the face.
Germany grunted and drew back. His nose was bleeding, and he pinched it to stem the flow of blood.
He looked back to Norway, who was breathing heavily. "I don't regret leaving," he said.
Norway looked furious, but Russia restrained him and murmured softly in his ear, and within seconds Norway stopped struggling and listened to what he had to say.
He calmed down, then wrenched himself out of Russia's hold and stalked away, head bowed.
There was a choked off cry and a gurgle. Japan slid to the ground, his hands fisting in the dead grass, before ripping the blades out and pressing his fists to his head in a vain effort of relieving the pain.
The whimpering and panted harshly as stabbing pain blinded him and made him feel sick and he was sure that he was going to puke at any moment.
He saw a light. It was warm and soft, but it was there. Muted voices echoed around the room, but he could not turn to look at them. Suddenly, streaks of pink and purple came from the light.
One moment he could see clearly, the next the colors were blurring together and everything went dark.
Throbbing. He felt sick and his head was throbbing. Japan realized his was pressing against his head and his eyes were squeezed shut. He opened them gingerly, the bright light sending fresh waves of pain through his skull.
China was kneeling in front of him, brown eyes meeting brown.
Hurts...I saw light...and heard voices...but nothing more.
China explained what Japan saw, for Japan couldn't really find a way to explain it.
After deciding it would be best to try and find shelter, they high-tailed it out of there.
Prussia frowned momentarily. "Japan, didn't you see what happened to Iceland? I mean, wasn't it your vision?"
Japan paused, then nodded once before a firm grip grabbed the hem of his jacket and slammed him against a tree, knocking the wind out of him.
Norway looked at him through a hardened gaze. "You knew."
Japan looked up at him. "I knew it would happen, just not when or where," he said breathlessly.
China shoved Norway off. "We need to work together, aru!"
Norway exhaled, his eyes shutting before opening again. "Right. Sorry."
Japan bowed his head. "It's alright."
When Norway walked on, he seemed sad.
China looked Japan up and down for injuries before ushering him on with the others.
He wants to run back, to go after his brother. But he's scared. Scared he won't be there or he'll be dead.
China found Russia, whose gaze flickered from him to Norway pointedly.
A groan pierced the air and Finland's eyes opened. His frowned, then blushed red. "Um, Sweden? Can..can you put me down?"
Sweden obliged. Finland staggered before regaining his footing. He looked around at the others. "What happened?"
Prussia laughed. "You slept through everything." America grinned.
Finland cocked his head in confusion.
"We were captured by some general who told us some woman made us have powers, but he have us all chained up and you drugged, so we broke out and left," England supplied.
Finland nodded, searching the group with his eyes.
"Where's Iceland?"
Silence.
"He got left behind," Norway murmured.
"What does that mean?"
A few countries didn't make eye contact with him.
"He lost control of his power and he had us leave so when he lost it, we could use the chance to escape," England said. Norway snorted.
"Really? It looked like he was breaking down and we abandoned him to me."
England sighed.
"Look we need to keep going," Germany said.
"You're the one who made us leave!" Norway yelled.
Finland looked between.
"Perhaps, we should wait until we find shelter," Japan suggested.
"He's right," Prussia said.
"Germany? Why is everyone fighting?"
"Even after we do find shelter, you're going to brush it off like it didn't happen! We left him there!"
"Stop."
"Why? Hmm? He's my brother."
"We know."
"Guys-"
"You against me too?"
"No. I'm just wondering why we aren't going back if either of them happened."
Can he just be quiet?
Ugh, not again.
I feel guilty
"He's got a point."
True.
Really?
"You too?"
America bristled. "Stop!" he yelled.
There were cries of pain and everyone winced, a few nations sinking to their knees or needing support.
America winced, bring up a hand to massage his throat.
Everyone was looking at him.
He raised an eyebrow.
You really want me to keep talking?
"Preferably not, aru."
America nodded.
They need to stop arguing! We need to find a house or something, but it would be helpful if we didn't kill each other first.
China nodded and explained what America wanted to say.
They obliged, keeping chatter to a minimum as they walked on.
England tapped America on the shoulder.
He turned, eyebrows raised in a question.
"You have blood on the side of your mouth," he said softly.
America frowned nervously as he wiped the corner of his mouth to find a little red smear.
He stared at it before swallowing and nodding his thanks.