Sorry this took so long! I'll explain more in the AN at the bottom. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

( continues from last chapter and with River Clan)

The three nations and two River Clan cats heard a voice from acrossed the Territories shouting "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~"
"What was that?" Switzerland said, snapping his attention away from fishing. Some River Clan cats had taken them down to the lake this morning to teach them how to fish. Switzerland had noticed how the lake seemed to be drying up little by little. Was that why the cats were so scrawny?
"Aw Man! It scared away all the fish!" Swampheart said, glaring at the water, now void of fish. Switzerland sighed. Really? Is that all they care about? Fish? They wouldn't even bother looking for whoever made that shout? Granted he probably wouldn't have either if the person wasn't passed his borders. Maybe these cats weren't too different from them.
"Aren't we going to go looking for the person- I mean CAT who made that noise?" Spain asked, "They might need our ayuda!"
"I agree with Spain-OH CRAP MY FISH!" France said, a fish slipped out of his paws. "Stupid paws! I miss my beautiful thumbs..." he muttered staring at his paws.
The River Clan cats gave the two Latin influenced nations strange looks. "Yeah...well anyways...that sounded like it was coming from Wind Clan. They can deal with their own problems." Swampheart said, "Besides, we have to catch more fish if we're ever going to have enough for the whole Clan! All you three managed to catch collectively are two gudgeons and a few minnows!"
The three nations looked a bit embarrassed after her last statement. Their pile was pretty meager, but in their defense the two River Clan cats didn't catch much either. The five cats got back to fishing.
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At the end of the day, group got back to camp having not much more to show for more fish than earlier than a large bleak and another small fish that wouldn't feed more than a single cat. Switzerland saw the tiny fresh kill pile and sighed. There probably wasn't going to be enough for every cat. It reminded him of when he was young and his people struggled to grow enough to eat as well. He was lucky he could turn to banking to get out of his situation. These cats weren't so lucky.
He was ready to put the food on the small pile of fish in the center of the camp, but the two other nations were looking around wildly for something. "Um... I don't mean to be rude but where's the grill?" France said, laughing nervously. Switzerland stared at him. He couldn't be serious could he?
"Yeah! You guys have a grill right? Or a stove. Either will do, but come on amigos! I mean, how are we going to eat this pescado?" Spain said just as nervously.
The River Clan cats gave them looks of confusion. "What's a grill?" Swampheart said. Both of the nervous nations started to look panicked.
"Oh come on!" Switzerland said, "You didn't honestly think that they had anyway of cooking things!"
France sighed. "Non. I did doubt they would, but I hoped whatever dropped us off here would have been kind enough to give us a way to actually ENJOY our food." France said bowing his head in defeat. Spain had the same look on his face.
"Is anyone going to explain what a grill is?"
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After much whining on France's part and several threats from Switzerland, Switzerland got France to eat one of the raw fish. Spain didn't eat anything, but his excuse was he wanted to make sure the kits got fed. Another fishing party came bringing a few more fish, but not much more. Leopardstar came out of her den with one of the medicine cats behind her. She noticed how small the fresh kill pile was and turned towards one of the cats that just came back from fishing with a worried look. "Is this all you could find?" she asked.
"Sorry Leopardstar, but I'm afraid so." the warrior said, "The lake is drying up, so the fish are moving to deeper waters. Also other clans have started trying to fish in the lake."
An angry look grew on Leopardstar's face. "What did you say?!" she growled.
"Other clans are starting to fish too." the warrior repeated sheepishly.
Leopardstar's fur bristled. "That's our prey! They know that River Clan only eats fish! What are they trying to do, starve us?!" she said angrily, "That's it! They'll get one warning at the next gathering! If they continue to steal our only prey, then they will feel our claws!" Leopardstar skulked back over to the shade her den, anger and distrust towards the other clans filling her mind, emotions that would soon be warped into paranoia and rage.
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(In the mountains)
A few of the tribe cats were taking Sweden and Finland out to hunt. Lithuania was back in the cave. He decided he wanted to learn about the different mountain herbs from Stonteller. A cave guard and a prey hunter had taken the two Nordic nations out to learn how to catch eagles. Sweden was to become a cave guard while Finland was to become a prey hunter.
Finland was surprised when he learned that the mountain cats hunted eagles. The prospect of hunting the large and dangerous creatures frightened him a bit, but he had seen and fought far worse when he had to in all the wars he had been through. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of what America might think if he found out these cats hunted eagles. Oh the poor young nation would be petrified.
As they came to a valley where eagles liked to hunt, the four cats saw something in the distance. There were a few cats that looked like they were fighting. "What do you think is going on over there?" Finland asked.
The cave guard turned to look where Finland was focused and gasped. "The outsiders! They're attacking Night!" he said. He and the the prey hunter bolted off in the direction of the fight and the two nations tailed behind.
As they got closer, they saw Night was badly hurt and out numbered. She was huddled over a piece of prey, protecting it from the rouge cats. "Stop!" Finland shouted. The outsiders looked up to see the four cats. The prey hunter and cave guard attacked two of the cats, allowing Night to sneak away. One of the rogues quickly snatched the prey as she got up.
"Hey!" Finland said, "Give that back! She caught that, not you. It's hers!"
The ginger tabby Tom that took the prey laughed. "Why should we do what you say? You tribe cats don't even bother protecting your so called borders. We can hunt and take whatever we want!" he said. The other rogues nodded in agreement. The ginger striped Tom smirked proudly but then felt a dark shadow fall on him.
He turned to see Sweden glaring down at him with merciless eyes. " 'Re 'ou s're 'bout th't?" (Are you sure about that) he asked in his monotone voice, glare getting darker.
The ginger Tom shivered and gulped trying to stand his ground, but he caved in fear. "OK OK! We're sorry! You can keep the prey!" he said frightened. Then he and the other rouges bolted off. Sweden and Finland watched them run while the tribe cats stared at Sweden in awe.
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To be continued...

ok guys, I am really really really really (100 reallys later) really sorry for making you wait so long! I have been very busy with other fanfics, and just life in general. School is hard and I'm looking for a job right now so I have some money when finally go off to collage. But also, sadly, I'm not as obsessed with hetalia as I once was, making it harder to write this. I've also had a lot of writers block in general for my fics. Don't worry though. I will continue to work on this. Chapters are just going to take a while to put up. I don't know if I'm ever going to finish this fic, but I'll try for you guys. I love all of you guys and all the support you have given me. :) you guys are literally THE BEST! Sorry for any spelling errors. If you find them, feel free to let me know and I'll try to fix them. Thank you all so much!

some translations:

pescado = dead/cooked fish

amigos = friends

ayuda = help