During Prussia's time last chapter, he was not really feeling the awesome. He has Japan's words swimming in his head, trying to deny them. He's in pain from Japan's scratches, believing in Japan's words. With everything that has happened, he can't ignore anything. Not even the dried blood going down the shower drain. As the burning pain at his sides become ignorable he thinks of the stupid things he said to Russia. Those thoughts make him uncomfortable. But that's not the only uncomfortable thing. His thoughts keep going to the necklace he picked up. The one that has a strange calling attached to it.

Turning off my stall shower head I push aside my thoughts. I'm getting a headache from thinking about the basement and Russia. Taking a deep breath I open my stall and walk into the hot mist. The humidity gave more warmth then I had the first time I woke up. Looking around, I find a large, broken mirror. Walking to It, I turn right. My scab is still there, black and red. Same with the other side. Sighing, I look around for a towel. A shower head turns off while I search.

Checking the sinks, I don't know what I'm feeling but I just got scared. Turning around I see Russia. I give a little squeak-squawk sound as I look up. His red eyes just stare as the only sounds in the room were showers. I hug myself, awaiting some kind of scolding. Instead he gives me a smile. It's pretty silent until another shower head goes off.

Britain steps out of his stall, glistening in the bright artificial lights. I look pass Russia to give a look. An opportunity arises and I walk around and away from Russia's staring match. Britain looks around, probably looking for his own towel.

"Prussia, have you seen any towels?" he asks.

"Nope," I frown, taking a look around myself. What am I thinking? I know that this place isn't a hotel but seriously, there should be towels. I groan at my impending doom, the thought of everyone being nude. We'll have to air dry before wearing our used clothes. Britain himself sighs.

"We have a problem on our hands."

"Yes we do."

"And you'll be the one to announce it." I look at him. Which one? The fact that everyone has hot abs or that there are…nope. Not thinking of it now. We just need to know about the towels. Yes, nothing but towels. I walk to the middle of the spacious room.

"Guys! Hey! There are no towels, I repeat. No towels," I yell, gaining multiple groans and sounds of annoyance. Except France, he's making the most happiest noises of all. Which scares me because I can feel him bouncing in his stall. But then there're the sounds Japan's making. I don't even know what it sounds like. It's some cross between a dying cat in heat and a crying bear. I stare at Japan's stall, which is a big mistake.

France's stall flies open! In only a few seconds, he almost hits me at full vampire force. Luckily he misses and hits the wall. Almost hitting a mirror too. Turning around I began to laugh, gaining a glare from France and Britain. Russia laughs along, which I think causes two more showers to stop.

Another shower opens! The next person out punches on my back, causing me to fall. The laughing man on my back is Spain, and I'm not happy. He's now hugging me. Causing my sides to burn as he constricts me.

"Spain! Get off me!" I breathed, struggling. I need help as unawesome as it is. I need France, who's looking down upon us. When the chance opens I stare at him. With my right arm I make grabbing motions.

"I… I need help. Get Spain off me!" I plea. France laughs like he didn't even hit the wall. Isn't he in some kind of pain? Whatever, as long as he helps me. I'll ask vampire and werewolf questions later. I keep trying to attract France. It's not really working until a small puddle of blood becomes noticeable. Britain sees the blood too, prompting him to his bag. Alarmed, France comes over and attempts to peel Spain off me. Another person assists him, but I don't know who.

Freedom, after around five minutes of frustration. Yes, I have my awesome lungs back! I stay on the ground to breathe, smiling. As I relax, I hear everyone's footsteps. I guess everyone's out of their stall. I have another headache which I ignore.

"So...are you alright?" Germany questions. I simply give him a thumbs up. I stretch but instantly stop myself as my sides burn like fire. Subconsciously I touch them, just to see how much I'm bleeding. Looking at my hands, they aren't covered in too much blood…

"Stay still!" Britain calls from his bag. I turn to see him bolting at me. And then without warning he clamps his hands on my wounds, covered in a dark red sludge. At first it felt nice. A very warm sensation, causing me to relax. I'm guessing that this stuff is supposed to heal me. But I wonder why Britain isn't using his magic for this. He could heal those other people and us when we were in the basement. Actually, why didn't he heal my deep wounds in the basement? The only things that got healed were scrapes and sudden claw marks. Whatever the reason, I like the warmth of the red sludge. I can feel it doing it's job as it sinks in. Britain lets go of my sides and takes a step back. A delighted smile stares at me. Thinking that the red stuff is going to awesomely heal in the way it is, I move a little.

"Stop moving," Britain demands. I do as he says as I feel stiff. Watching Britain's face, his smile turns into a smug smirk. A weird discomfort is at my sides. I take a look and I find the stuff turning into some type of gelatin. I'm becoming unsure if this red stuff is supposed to help me.

"Britain, what's going on?" I question. He lights up as my sides sting.

"The stuff I put on your sides is called Red Herb Fire Mush. I took five red herbs and water and mixed it with my hands. I slowly fed it fire magic as the water dissolved the wheat-like plant. What should be happening at the moment is the fire aspect beginning. The herb itself makes a warm feeling while the fire aspect disinfects and attaches to your wound. Which will feel like your sides are burning. Australia describes it as a torture with fire ants that were instructed to bite the wound and nothing but the wound." Britain, that's some scary, unawesome shit. The stuff's burning my sides now. I hug myself.

"Tell me, why the fuck you didn't tell me this earlier? Also, why aren't you using just magic? Your magic sometimes feels awesome," I angrily question. Britain puts his hands on his hips.

"I'm tired and hungry. Also, healing magic alone can't heal an old wound. Not only that but you'll gain scars, like Germany's arm."

"What?" Germany whispered.

"Your arm won't heal like it normally does. It took awhile, but I've figured it out. We no longer heal as nations." Like I haven't heard that before. Oh, God my sides burn! I keep a fake composure as I listen to everyone's reactions.

"That makes sense," France says aloud.

"But we'll still be able to heal, right?" Germany questions, rubbing his right unbound arm. I take a look, ignoring the fire ant torture. Britain looks at him like he's kidding.

"We can still heal, it's just changed to match our race. Vampires can't scar, werewolves heal faster than humans, and humans are human. It's simple, really," he states to Germany. Italy walks to Germany's arm and takes a look. He whispers about the three marks on his arm. Germany whispers in response which causes Italy to 'Ve' happily. I aww as my sides feel like rusty knives are slicing away. I let a tear or two out.

"Prussia, your body's skin is doing something. Are you ok?" Russia asks, getting closer to me. I look at him.

"I'm f-fine," I answer, hiding my pain.

"Your body's turning pink. It's so strange because your white skin isn't as white as before," He chirped, smiling at me. France laughs and I can tell what's coming. Romano walks to where Japan is and keeps an eye on us like a hawk. Italy follows him.

"Russia, do you know the name of what his body's doing?" France suggestively asks. I don't need a sex joke, they're getting old on your tongue Mr. Fancy. I squint at him and shake my head no.

"No, I don't know. What's the name?"

"This is what I call a sex flush!" France sings. He walks to me and pokes my face. I try to bite his finger.

"Shut up!" I bite again. He just keeps laughing. Russia on the other hand seems embarrassed. He walks away. I sigh and give in to temptation. I stop hugging myself and touch my sides. Taking a glance, I walk to the mirrors. What I see… are scars. I scared? Britain said I would but...I didn't think they would be this noticeable. I run a hand over them, feeling the groves. Italy comes up beside me, curious and worried.

"Are you ok?" Italy asked. I stop touching my sides and pay attention.

"I'm...alright. There's nothing to worry about," I smile. The one thing I don't like seeing is a worried Italy. He smiles, gives a 'Ve' and hops back to Romano. I take a breath and find that the pain is gone. With relief I give a hum. I take a look at what everyone's doing.

Italy and Romano are standing and having a conversation. They're whispering but I think Germany can hear it. Germany's standing at a sink, arms crossed, and staring intently at Romano. I walk to Britain, whose starting at France. They're both exchanging silent words. I walk by the to see Russia and...Canada. Yep, that's the guy's name. The awesome maple person. The two seem to be getting along. I really don't know what to do. We're all here, we're safe, what should we do? I'll ask my awesome brother. He normally has an idea when there seems like nothing. I could look at that necklace beforehand. Maybe I should give it to Italy now. Oh! I love my awesome thinking!

I briskly walk to the clothes pile and find my bag. kneeling, I take out the wonderful necklace and take a look. It's nice and purple, and shiny. I can't wait! But I stop myself from getting up. This is my Italy. It has to be my Italy. What Japan said is wrong until there's proof, so, this awesome Italy is the one and only! I have a skip in my step as I walk to them.

"Hello, Italy," I grin.

"Hello to you too!" Italy smiles. Romano's attention is now on me and me alone.

"Italy, while down in the basement I found a beautiful necklace. Would you like to try it?

"No thank you." What? You like trying things, why not the necklace?

"But it looks nice, why not?"

"I personally believe you should give that to a pretty girl." Italy, why you do this! Come on!

"We haven't seen too many women around. Come on, try it on."

"Oh, Oh! Better idea!" He takes the long, silver chain and unclips it. He does something to it before putting the tight rings of chain over my head. He then finishes it off by clipping it together. I feel the necklace, hanging like it has two chains attached to it. It's not too tight, giving space for my neck. I smirk and look up at the man I love.

"Wow! It looks awesome on you." He bounces. I giggle at the joy.

"Yes! It makes your red-ish eyes pop."

"Thanks Italy! I still think that it would look better on you."

"Well then, I'll prove you wrong!" Italy excitedly grabs my hand and walks me to the mirrors. He points out everything he says.

"See, the silver chain matches your hair. Then the purple gem, like I said, makes your eyes pop!" I find it nice to see Italy happy. I guess I can wear the necklace. Italy giggles and walks to Germany. I watch him, just looking happy, down to the way that he walks. Now I just need to talk to Germany.

"Brother! We need to do something. What should we do?" I ask. He takes a moment, then that moment turned into a minute. He finally gets an idea.

"We could have a meeting. We don't really have a course of action for our situation. Considering that everyone's here, we can start one," Germany answers, still looking stern. I nod. It takes a while to round up everyone. But there's a problem. There's the challenge of getting Japan out of his stall.

"Come on Japan!" I encourage. I knock more lightly on his sall door.

"No."

"We're going to have a meeting, I would like to see your face."

"I can still speak here."

"I would rather see you in our oval."

"I would rather not see everyone butt nude." I internally yell at how stubborn he is. I sigh my frustration, knock again, and repeat. I just keep doing that until he comes out, if he comes out...