Note: Please, please review? I see that all these people are viewing this, but I have no clue if you guys are enjoying this, or if you hate it, or if you have any constructive criticism or thoughts... thanks :)

"Hahahahahahaha!" Alfred laughed as Kiku and Arthur made their way out of the cabin. "You guys are like, totally late!" He held out the boards and skis he had rented prior to the trip. "This one's yours, Artie!"

"Thanks," England groused. He took the snowboard from Alfred and tucked it under his arm. "Say, America…" he hesitated. The American gave him a curious look.

"Yeah, dude?" he asked, and Arthur shook his head.

"Never mind," he murmured, deep in thought.

"I'm going to kick your ass, Alfred," Gilbert sneered, brandishing his custom-made snowboard menacingly at the American nation.

"Ha, right," Alfred snickered, wielding his own American flag patterned board in challenge.

"Aiyaah," China muttered, placing his head in his palms. "Again with the fighting, aru?" Ivan smiled at him.

"Da," he agreed, holding up his board with one effortless hand.

"Can we go now?" Romano snapped. "It's getting late, you bastards."

"Ve~ you're right, fratello," Feli said with a dreamy, closed-eye smile. "Let's go!"

"Everyone got everything?" Alfred asked cheerfully, and the nations murmured in agreement. "Good! Follow me, guys!" The group trudged through the snow behind the American in a single file line. England grumbled to himself as he stomped through the snow. He was certain he had felt some sort of… presence… in the cabin, no matter what Japan said. He frowned absently, wandering along. Something was definitely amiss. There was something wrong with that place, and he was going to find out-

"Ow!" Francis yelped as Arthur stumbled into him. "Watch where you're going, idiot!"

"Sorry," the Englishman muttered distractedly, taking a step back.

"What's wrong with you?" France asked, looking mildly concerned. England batted his hand.

"Nothing, nothing," he said, and the stylish Frenchman raised his eyebrows before turning back to the trail. Arthur shook his head. He was being ridiculous. With a lighter heart, the blonde followed his friends just as something rustled in the holly bushes by where he had stood moments before.