Alright back to the present. Yeah, so J is sick. Yup I am sick, throat is like dying and such, so I am sorry this wasnt up earlier.

When Erika opened her eyes in the morning she felt her surrounding unfamiliar. She also felt a small pain in her right knee. It ached a bit in an unfamiliar way. There was no sunshine filtering through the bunker underground. Her pain made her wonder if she was being attacked. Maybe she had only slept strangely, when she was younger she used to do that and hurt her neck. Vash had told her she had to sleep on her back or her stomach from then on.

She blinked and sat up. Her usual frilly pajamas were replaced with an oversized uniform that Alfred had provided in each of the rooms. It was much too big for her. She breathed out and folded up the sleeves gently, making sure that each fold was even to the next.

It sure wasn't a normal morning, but it felt like it would be rather normal. She heard a brief knock at her door and then someone stepped in.

"Erika!" She heard before turning so she could see in the bed. "Mrs. Liz! I didn't see you at the meeting!" She said rather enthusiastically. She hopped out of bed and slowly curtsied though she really hadn't the need, she wasn't wearing a skirt or a dress even, and Elizabeta hated it when she did that.

"Oh don't be so polite!" She said in her thick accent,"How are you feeling Erika? I know that Europe is getting pretty badly bombed. Have they hit you yet?" The small blond shook her head, her bob was at many different angles and this seemed to bother her older friend. Hungary walked to the drawers and sifted through until she found a comb.

She then focused her attention back on the young girl. "Oh yes I am fine miss- I mean Liz, I am worried for big brother though…" She tailed off then breathing out softly and then attempting to brush the ruffles out of the greenish jumpsuit.

"Ah, there is no need to be worried for him Lichty! He is big and strong and the entire world is working together to try and fix this problem."

"Mrs. Liz…"

"I have told you a thousand times not to call me that! Call me Liz!"

"Oh.. Liz…

the Hungarians attention was suddenly shift to the little girl with a peak of interest at her pause in words, sure the little girl was quiet and well mannered, but she looked half disturbed. "What is it?'

"How many countries have been taken by this enemy?"

Elizabeta paused her eyes taking a serious note,"I suppose you deserve to know," She started,"We are missing China. We are missing France. England has been gone since day one. We are missing some of the baltics. We are missing...Russia," She seemed to pause there,"That blond one that looks like America, Cana-something, he's dead… Latvia's body was found as well, you know before he vanished…" She then massaged her temples,"Austria is alright, Prussia is surprisingly alright, and so is your brother. So I wouldn't worry." She said but her tone was rather grim,"I guess it is good that we have only two deaths…" She said softly,"But when they say they have had the power to abduct Russia… that scares me...'

Erika nodded and then slowly reached out her hand to hold the others,"Me too."

Arthur had no idea how long he had been standing there. Watching and waiting for Alfred to calm himself. Of course he wasn't going to get in between him and his punching bag. now that was just dangerous. He seemed to be in some sort of training room. It was American whatever it was.

He kept punching hole in all of the punching bags he was using so he had to keep tearing them down and putting new ones up. Which was even worse than punching the broken one. He huffed with every bag he had to throw in the pile of discarded ones.

He wasn't sure how many he had been beating but by it seemed to have become an impressive pile.

"Great job Alfred. Now if you would like to stop pouting and become part of the solution, that would be greatly appreciated!" Alfred whipped around, he knew that voice, those words, that slang. He had this look in his eyes that brightened them instantly. Maybe with a little bit of confusion or something of the sort.

"England!" He yelled before ditching the bag completely and then running to the Brit. He didn't look any different from his usual. He had angry eyes though. They were dark blue, instead of their usual light cheery blue color. He wasn't smiling or laughing either.

He grabbed Arthur and picked him up pulling him into a hug. He swung him back and forth then feeling an eternal glee in his heart. "Oh my god. You're alright-" "Not really! You're crushing my ribs!"

He set him down quickly smiling so hard, Arthur wasn't sure if that was natural"You're tearing up, America. You are supposed to be strong," The Englishman said with a chuckle. He then began to wipe away the American's tears in a brother like way.

"You scared the crap out of me! I was so scared you weren't coming back! I thought that you were dead like Matt-," He could hardly even finish his sentence without crying. "What?! What are you talking about Alfred?" He asked.

Alfred's gaze looked to him with rapid tears forming and spilling down his cheeks. "He's dead-. He died-." Arthur's eyes widened as he watched the American slowly breaking then shattering right in front of his very eyes. He slowly wrapped his arms around Alfred.

They said nothing for a few minutes. There was no noise but sobbing from the American and a painful silence from Arthur himself. How can a country die? Are they under attack? Are we under attack? All of this makes my head hurt. God, he is really crying. How did this happen? Why can't I remember if there is an attack. Shouldn't I feel it? It would hurt if I was getting bombed. He's trembling. I should have him sit. Wow, this feels as it did back then. I never thought that he was open like this?

He slowly rubbed Alfred's back and began to lead him back over toward some of the fallen bags. The fuller bags would make lovely seating for them. After kicking one he sat Alfred down, who basically collapsed. "Calm down. It is going to be alright."

"Now that you're back. It will be…" Alfred whispered resting his chin on the smaller mans shoulder. "About that. Where exactly have I been? I remember the last meeting, but that is all I remember…" Alfred looked down. "I don't know where you came from… Didn't you swash and buckle your way back here? You know, on your own?"

Arthur offered a shrug.

Then they began to shake. It wasn't just the two of them, the entire room was shaking. "Arthur I think this is an earthquake! We need to get above ground immediately!"

"Where are we if we are not above ground! We are in a bunker! Did you remember anything about coming down here?" Arthur blinked trying his hardest not to fall over," Alfred I don't remember how I got here-!" He started to yell above the noise.

But then he felt something. Something grabbed his ankle and drug him down on the mats below. He let out a cry as Alfred shouted something, He was trying to fight off this thing, but he was miserably failing to get its grip off.

He felt it slowly enveloping him. Its cold, wet mass seemed to envelop him. He felt his lower body grabbed by a force pulling him the other way with a massive amount of strength. "I won't let you go England!" Was the words shouted above the noise.

He felt fear spike through him. No he couldn't let whatever this was get Alfred too. He had to protect that crying boy he had hugged moments ago. "Alfred! Let me go! This isn't real!" He yelled, somehow those words came to mind. This wet unknown slime couldn't be real. He couldn't remember how he even got into the room, this had to be some sort of dream, or it had to be something.

"What are you talking about?! It has to be real!" He shouted.

If this is a dream. Then Alfred isn't real, but he is acting like he would. Well, mayeb minus the crying but who knows?! It must be real! If I have no idea of all of the things he is speaking of? Of Matthew dying? That cannot be real, right? I just have to let him fall into sleep or jolt awake. What am I talking about? He can't be the real Alfred. This is so bloody hard!

Snapping out of his thoughts the Brit inhaled sharply,"Alfred! Let go! Just do it! It is just a dream!" He looked into the American's eyes and saw the fear and pain. "I can't! I don't want to lose you again!" Arthur then did something he probably shouldn't have,"I'll come back tomorrow night! Since this is a dream! Just be careful!" "But England-!" "Let go!"

With a disdainful look in his eyes he did. He let himself sinking into the gross mass of whatever this thing was. He looked up seeing Alfred once more before everthing went black.

Funny, how things work out…

Francis sighed as he woke, breathing in and out he groggily checked around his areas. "Oi...Mon dieu…" he started to complain as he was beginning to sit up. It was rather confusing because something was clinging to him, he looked down and felt like his tired memory served for once.

He saw the messy haired Brit hugging him tightly, it seemed like he was some sort of teddy bear, that Arthur was hugging tightly in his sleep. He then took a deep breath and ran his hand through the Brit's hair. He had gotten Arthur dressed in some dress pants and a white long sleeved shirt. Arthur had needed help to tie the tie. Arthur hadn't wanted to change out of his outfit so he had just fallen asleep in it.

He smiled at the memory, it was funny when Arthur actually needed him. Well it was amusing, not exactly funny, deep down, it was rather painful.

He slowly caressed Arthur's cheeks as the Brit began to shuffle around in his sleep. He shivered and then shook his head,"Nnghhh…" He would mumble every once and a while, Francis then began to gently stroke his hair as Arthur's death grip around him tightened. He let out another little whimper. His brows furrowed and then he grit his teeth. He began to shake his head again.

At this Francis began to get worried. Maybe he should wake Arthur up, was that bad luck? Waking someone from a dream? Well Arthur looked like he was having a nightmare. He gently began to shake Arthur's shoulder. "Arthur wake up…" He whispered trailing off, the smaller blond shuffled and then shook his head again. "Arthur!" He said feeling the worry accumulate and begin to beat loudly in his chest. Arthur's eyes flashed open and the most frightening thing happened.

Arthur's eyes were normal for a moment but shaking in fear. Then the pupil shrank so small, Arthur's eyes had none for a minute, they they grew so large that they overtook the entire eye, dark and black they made his genuine boy-ish look eerie. Francis would have honestly cringed away from what had just happened to Arthur's eyes, if the Brit hadn't grabbed his bare chest and buried his face in it.

Francis took a moment and then sighed shaking his head. He slowly relaxed and began to stroke Arthur's hair."You gave me a fright little one… Did you have a bad dream?" He asked. He was expecting for the littler man to be crying from how badly he was shaking but he didn't hear a sniffle. There was only a neutral shrug from the Brit.

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but again his tongue was lame from Amelia's spell. He made some sort of squeaking sound of neutrality and then began to relax. He almost looked asleep again.

Francis sighed and then began to slowly lay Arthur down. He might as well get some sleep. He wanted to do some exploring of this place. Find what secrets she held. Will Arthur be alright here? It doesn't seem like she is to use him for any sort of half-assed attack. I wonder who else is here with me. There has to be someone else. She would not just go for me. I do not even know this woman.

He sighed and slowly got up going to the closet and throwing a collared shirt on and some black pants. He left the Brit there, but not before covering him up. He would be safe in here right, that girl had come into his room but once.

He sighed and then walked out of the room. He inspected the surroundings and there was one person in the halls, but she was dressed like a maid, she had the same emotionless expression that Arthur had. Her eyes were fully black. She was only vacuuming the floor.

Francis rubbed his temples and then simply walked past her attraction no attention. She didn't seem to stray from her task. Just vacuuming and staring off into no where. Francis was a very attractive man, most women would have noticed, hell even the straight men looked at him in awe, he was sculpted from the gods.

He walked down the corridor and looked at the walls which were framed with photographs and old, very old paintings. They looked well kept, one that stood out was a laughing little girl. She seemed familiar and her cheeks were raised in a smile. Further on with the picture there was a boy running to her. Now he may have been wrong, but that little boy looked much like a young Alfred.

It was probably an American. They all looked the same to him.

Shrugging it off he began to try doors which assumed to all be locked at the moment. He had nothing to pick the lock as of now, but he would probably not be able to pick the lock. A hair pin would make it much easier for him to snoop around.

He sighed and looked around at the scanned the hall with curious eyes. He soon put his hand on another knob and tried to twist it open. He was worried that the girl was watching him. But what did he have to lose? He froze,

I could always lose Arthur…

That made him feel a little tingle of terror trickle through chest. He breathed out and shook his head, he had to try, he knew that Arthur was not a child in needing of protecting…

He knew that…

The thought of losing the Brit was more than unbearable. He just wanted life to go back to the way that it ought to be. Where Arthur was yelling at him, and he would bother him with his sexy talk. Maybe Alfred would be in the background munching on a burger whilst the quieter nation above him would be attempting to get his brothers attention.

Francis lips upturned into a smile as he imagined the scene in his head.

Then there would be that Germanic bastard yelling, yelling at someone, maybe his brother, oh Gilbert would be going wild over this. He chuckled holding onto the door knob. He would tell me I should just take advantage of Arthur… but the truth is I could never force my love on him… Whom else would be there? Oh there would be the polite little Japan. He would bow and talk softly, and who else maybe my dear Monaco would be there… maybe…

A silent tear glistened down his cheek as he imagined it. He was just staring there at that door knob. He missed how things used to be, sure they werent perfect, but they were nice. He had liked them how they were.

He took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his hand.

There was a sudden clap of footsteps behind him and jumped, he gave a short gasp and looked behind him.

"Oh Arthur you gave me quite the fright!" The Brit's empty eyes glared at him, they were narrowed and his hands were curled up into fists. "Di-s-o-b-e-y-O-r-d-e-r-s!" He said in a near robotic voice. He gasped and then lunged forward.

What? What has happened?

He didn't feel himself hit the floor, but he was sure he was laying on the floor. He felt the need to fight but something was keeping him from doing so. He felt a pressure on his neck, like something was wrapped around it.

He blinked his eyes a few times. He heard something in the distance,

Click

Click

He then gasped softly, struggling for air and trying to get himself up. He looked up with swollen and bloodshot eyes to see that he was being choked by the person whom he was trying to save. "A-r-t-h-u-r!" His swollen voice cried out,"En-g-lan-d?!"

He then felt the grip on his throat begin to lessen.

It didn't matter though, he was fading like a flickering flame, from consciousness.

"Why do you make me hurt you?"

The question floated around for a short while in his mind, until it just disappeared.

Infact, everything started to dip away.

Then it was black.

Yeah so I am kind of better now. Yey! ANywho so I am just gonna like leave this here. So have fun with it…

Love you all

-J