Wow you guys. Thank you so much for everything. I haven't updated in seven months but this story is still getting reviews and followers. I really appreciate that!

So, school is out… I finished my freshman year of High school… I also got better at writing.

I'm going to attempt to continue this… But first, I'm going to reply to questions in reviews:

HawaiianLily: Yes. I will, it's going to be one of the main parts.

Italylover21: I have some plans for Italy, so they will start in this chapter!

That was easy!

Okay: GO!


Germany and Japan hadn't been able to find Italy at all and they had been looking the entire day until the heat and exhaustion got to them. "We shouldn't have packed…" Germany grumbled, "It took too long and we lost track of him."

"Germany, Italy will be okay." Japan said, trying to reassure his friend. Germany only shook his head, and sat down in a slump, burying his face in his hands.

It was silent while they rested, and then Japan went to go find some food- the last of theirs had disappeared somehow. "He won't be okay." Germany muttered. "He can't even tie his own shoelaces… Something killed Greece and Romano, how can he defend himself against that?" The blond nation swore and then stood up, looking for Japan. "Japan! Let's go!" He said- even though he was exhausted. He just couldn't bare to wait around while Italy was in danger.

When Japan returned, empty handed, Germany wasted no time in getting the both of them going again. They spent the rest of the afternoon searching and then continued to trek through the forest through the rest of the night with no luck of finding their friend.


Liechtenstein's fish trap hadn't worked nearly as well as she had hoped. She had managed to catch one fish, but when she went to kill it, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She gave up on fishing.

When it became clear to her that Switzerland wasn't going to be coming back, she packed what she could carry and what she needed, and started walking down the stream. Maybe she could find someone else- someone that could help her get food and find her brother.

So she headed towards the place where they had all split off from.

Her journey was quicker than she had remembered it- but when the sun was beginning to set, she found herself at a campsite with Lithuania, Poland, Sealand and Latvia. They were cooking fish, and gladly welcomed her and let her have food.

She felt bad just taking their food, but they seemed to have plenty, but she made sure to help in any way possible. Lithuania had her and Sealand begin to work on making a net from some rope that they had. Sealand couldn't focus though, and was just playing around with the rope while the female nation worked on tying the rope together into knots.

She was glad that she had found someplace to stay, but she missed her brother and hoped that he would be able to find her.


The French-speaking nations were having a much easier time with food now. Seychelles had come across a huge patch of berries and edible plants nearby. They were all wondering how they hadn't noticed them before, but they were happy now. Not only that, but they had been able to set traps and small animals were being caught.

It seemed a bit too easy, but none of them even thought twice about it.


Despite the almost constant arguing (and headaches), Prussia, Austria and Hungary were doing fairly well. They had moved their campsite a bit so that they were closer to the rabbits that seemed to be living closer to the cornucopia. So they had moved just so it was easier to catch the food and it wasn't as long as a walk there and back.

However, it seemed that the rabbits were moving too, and Hungary figured that they would have to move their campsite once again tomorrow so they could still have food.


America smiled at England as the latter called him a twat and told him not to call him ridiculous nicknames. "Aw, but that's no fun." America whined, but it was clear that we wasn't really annoyed. "So, what brings you here? Realized that you needed a hero?"

"No, you git. I tripped over you because you decided to sleep in the middle of nowhere."

"Oh." America shrugged and yawned, then stood up. "Well, we should stick together." He wasn't concerned about Russia and China anymore. He never really trusted Russia in the first place, but they had disappeared, and he couldn't find them yet. So the American decided that they were either evil or didn't need help. "Y'know, in case you need a hero."

England wasn't entirely thrilled by the idea of staying with America, but he did think that it beat being alone in the forest. At least America wasn't entirely bad company, even if he was annoying.

The two walked into the forest together, silently at first, but then they began to converse and before they knew it, most of the day had passed.


Switzerland was stumbling through the forest, exhausted but refusing to rest at all. He was on the look out for any sign of his sister so he could kill her kidnapper and then leave again.

It seemed so wrong to leave her, but he knew that he had to. He couldn't face her after killing someone, there was no possible way.

He didn't think that he would find her that day, but after the sun had set, he had heard voices- quite a few, and then Liechtenstein's voice. There was no mistaking it.

"Ah- Sealand, could you stop running that around I'm trying to tie this!"

It was defiantly Liechtenstein. The blonde nation ran towards the voice, entering the clearing where they had all been before they had all split off. The only thing he saw at first was his sister, with rope wrapped around her and a net on her lap. They were keeping her trapped.

When Liechtenstein saw Switzerland, she stood up, happy, "Bruder!" She exclaimed, but then Sealand ran the rope around her, accidentally tripping her and making her fall on the ground.

Switzerland didn't realize that the only reason she was wrapped up at all was because Sealand was goofing off- and he charged at the micro-nation. Sealand was confused, and didn't see the knife, so Switzerland stabbed him easily, and then the small boy fell to the ground.

A canon fired.

Latvia saw Sealand fall and ran to him, and Lithuania and Poland ran to stop Switzerland. Lithuania was too late to save Latvia.

A canon fired.

Poland and Lithuania could see that they couldn't just talk Switzerland out of it. Poland turned to tell Liechtenstein to run.

A canon fired.

Lithuania threw himself at Switzerland with a sharp rock in his hand.

A canon fired.


Italy went where his feet took him. He didn't pay attention, he just ran. Germany and Japan were chasing after him, looking, and he knew that, but he didn't want them around at the moment.

He just wanted to find whoever had killed Romano. Italy was long since due for a siesta, and he was hungry and didn't have any supplies, so it was mostly adrenalin that kept him moving forward. He ran, trying to find any sign of Romano or his killer.

Italy didn't stop until he ran into Spain. He wouldn't of stopped either, but he had tripped over the green-eyed man and fell face first, and just didn't have the energy to get up again.

Spain was a mess; mud covered his face and his eyes were red and puffy from crying all morning. He was just curled into a ball on the ground, softly muttering, "I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry… Roma, I'm sorry," over and over again.

Spain didn't even seem to register that Italy had tripped over him or that he was lying on the ground as well. Italy did however notice Spain, and glared at him for a moment while he tried to push himself up to a sitting position.

At first, Italy was worried and sad by Spain's condition. He figured that Spain had found out that Romano was dead just like he had, and was going to offer to cuddle or hug the Spaniard. But then something in the Italian's head snapped and his thought's completely flipped. Spain was saying that he was sorry to Romano, and he had been the one who had went with Romano when they had all split off.

It was clear to Italy then, that it had to be Spain who killed Romano. "You bastard." Italy spat as he stood up on shaky legs, then walked over to Spain. "I'll never forgive you!" Spain didn't even register Italy's shouting and he didn't respond when the latter began kicking Spain.

Spain was simply too numb and destitute.

He wasn't in pain at all. Spain remained emotionless until the last moment, when his vision cleared and he saw Romano's face.

When the canon fired, he had a smile on his face.


Sorry that there was no Sweden, Finland, Russia or China in this chapter. I couldn't fit them in… They're okay though.

Sorry about Spain… I hadn't planned to kill him yet, but I couldn't bear to have him so upset for so long. Now he's with Romano. 3

And about everyone else… I'm so sorry! Ahhh, I feel so terrible! D:

I love you all, you are amazing!

I don't have much planned for the rest of the summer, so I promise that I will work more on this!