There's a bit more swearing in this chapter than usual, just a warning. :)

"Fuck!" England shouted as he sat up in shock from suddenly being soaked by the falling rain. France hadn't woke, just rolled over and pulled his jacket over his shoulder. Russia looked up silently at the sky. "Fuck! Where the hell did that come from?" England stood up and looked around the camp, seeing Prussia and Hungary and looking at them in confusion. He was about to ask where Austria was when he remembered the cannon that had gone off late the last night before he had fallen asleep. That explained all of that.

Prussia looked at England with distaste towards the rain, before standing up and pulling Hungary to her feet, refusing to let her stay laying on the ground to get soaked and muddy. "I guess it's a good thing we have these tents." Prussia said, leading Hungary to one and having her sit down. She was still in shock from Austria dying. Russia had moved of his own accord to one of the tents for shelter before curling back up onto his side.

England kicked France awake, and the first thing the latter did was look at England angrily and mutter, "Wasn't dumping water on me enough?" Before realizing that it was raining. "Oh." He muttered, getting to his feet as well and looking at the other nations.

"I do hope this rain stops soon." England muttered, looking at the sky, but it was grey and covered in clouds, and honestly, weather didn't really seem to make sense in the arena anyway, so it was probably useless anyway. "We should move all of the supplies to that thing." He said, pointing at the cornucopia. "Especially any food we have and wood. Medicine as well."

"There is no food." France said.

"And no medicine." England realized with a sigh. If they would have had medicine, then China probably wouldn't have died. "Alright then, wood. Any of it, into there. We need to keep things dry."

"Wood won't do us any good if it's pouring down rain anyway." Prussia muttered, leaning down to pick up a pile of sticks regardless. "If this rain doesn't let up, I'm going out to find West."

England nodded, and France shrugged. "Alright." England said, glancing over towards Hungary who was curled up on her side in one of the tents. "Hey, Prussia? Is Hungary doing alright?"

Prussia shook his head. "No. Austria… Him dying wasn't good. He wasn't supposed to die."

"None of us were."

"I know." Prussia said, tossing the pile of sticks into the cornucopia. "But Austria and Hungary were supposed to get out of there. We were talking and the monsters got to Austria before I could distract them. It was supposed to be me dying."

"No one is supposed to be dying." France said, his voice raw. "We're all supposed to be alive and not here. But here we are. Everyone's lost someone." All of them had been friends in some way, and so every single one of the deaths was agonizing, but everyone had lost someone close to them as well. For England, America. For France it was Canada and Seychelles. Hungary had lost Austria. Prussia had as well, no matter how much he denied Austria not meaning anything to him. Russia had lost China. It was a bloody mess, this game, and it was only going to get bloodier.

"Everyone's going to lose everyone." Prussia spat, tossing more wood into the cornucopia. "They won't let us out until all of us are dead except one. I'm going to find West and then I'm going to die, because I can't take this fucking game anymore. It's been too long, and there's no point. Whether we live or die, it's going to hurt. If we live, we're going to be miserable, and if we die, then we're dead. I just need to find West first."

"Then go." England said, looking at Prussia. "Find him." He could understand where the Germanic nation was coming from. It had been a little too long to still be in the arena and fighting for life. There was no food left, and now they were all going to either drown or die of hypothermia because of the rain.

"I can't leave-"

"We'll watch her." France said. "Go. Find your brother."

Prussia swallowed hard, looking at both of them and then to Hungary. "Right." He said, nodding before walking over to the tent and crouching down beside Hungary. She didn't look at him, but he grabbed her hand regardless and squeezed it. "Hey. I'm going to find West. See you on the other side. Alright?"

She didn't respond, only looked at him blankly. Prussia nodded and let go of her hand, kissing her forehead quickly before standing up, pulling on a raincoat that didn't fit right, and leaving the camp, wandering into the forest.

Switzerland slipped on the slick rock again, falling and scraping his arm on the sharp stone. "Damn it!" He shouted, falling into sitting with defeat. The mountain had been hard to navigate when it was dry, but now in the rain, was impossible. He was bruised and bleeding and his clothing was soaked through and absolutely exhausted. Liechtenstein was dead and since he had left the cornucopia, five more people had died as well. At least this time, they weren't by his hand.

He wondered how they died. Had one of the other nations killed them? Had they starved? Been attacked by animals? There was hundreds of possibilities and Switzerland felt like he needed to know. Surely he couldn't have been the only one with blood on his hands, right? There was Italy, of course, but he had no proof of that. Someone else had to have snapped. Right? It hadn't been just him. It was the place that was driving them to kill each other. It wasn't just Switzerland. It couldn't be just Switzerland.

Right?

He groaned as he looked at the gash on his arm, which wasn't bleeding as badly as it felt. It looked a lot worse because of the rain.

He took another glance at the mountain and sighed. What was up there anyway? There was no point to keep trying to climb the mountain. Surely it was easier to climb down than it was to climb up. Besides, he had no food and no goal, and he hadn't had much sleep in the past days either.

Not that any of the others would want him around either. He had killed so many people. He couldn't even figure out what had driven him to do it. It had been to protect Liechtenstein, right? He just needed her safe. But now she was dead. Why was she dead? Oh. He had killed her. Right. But that hadn't been his fault. He was going crazy. It was the arena. It was the water or the food. Maybe it had been to protect her as well.

Who was he kidding? He had done it because he was insane and a murderer. He didn't deserve to rest or get food or be dry. He had killed her. He had killed her when she was who he was trying to protect. He was a murderer and he didn't deserve any of that. The other nations would have every right to kill him, he decided. And there was no way in hell he was going to keep climbing that mountain.

Switzerland sighed and stayed resting for a moment longer before standing and starting the trek down the mountain.

The rain had caught them by surprise. They had no shelter, and now all of their firewood was soaked and they were trekking through the forest in an attempt to find any sort of shelter. Or food. Both were important. They hadn't eaten for at least 2 days now, and the rain wasn't helping with energy. It was only making them cold and more tired and less willing to keep moving.

Japan wasn't saying anything, but Germany could tell he was exhausted and wouldn't last much longer by foot. Italy wasn't giving any hints as to how he was feeling, but Germany knew him well enough to know that he was probably starving. He was Italy after all.

And Germany was tired and hungry as well, and he just wanted to be out of the rain and someplace warm with some good food and some beer to forget this entire mess.

The closest thing they found to shelter was under the thick fir trees, close to the trunks, huddling together. Which they had stopped to do, because Japan was shivering and Italy was looking pale and Germany was cold. They were soaked, and they had no way to start a fire in this weather. There was no food.

"At least we'll stay hydrated." Germany muttered, trying to lighten the situation. He had set out their water bottles to fill with rain water. It was the only good thing from the sudden change in weather.

They fell asleep like that, huddled together against the tree, in the middle of the afternoon. Germany woke a few hours later in shock, shivering. They were going to get hypothermia like this. They wouldn't be able to move. They had to get moving to warm up. Japan sounded like he was having trouble breathing already. "Italy. Japan." Germany said, shaking the two awake. They couldn't die like this. Not after all they had been through. Hypothermia wasn't ideal. Nothing was ideal. But they couldn't die huddled under a tree in the rain.

Italy opened his eyes sleepily and then coughed. "Germany?" He muttered, shivering. Japan shuffled next to him and wheezed, then broke out into a loud series of coughs, shivering as well.

"We have to get moving. Or we'll freeze to death."

"Oh." Italy said softly. Germany picked up their now full water bottles and handed one to each of the other men. Japan took a shaky sip and nodded slowly.

"Freezing would be bad." He said, taking a few small steps. "But, may we rest just a bit longer?" He asked with a sigh, clearly exhausted. His slightly labored breathes weren't a good sign either.

"No." Germany said to Japan sternly. "We have to move. Get our blood moving and warm up." Japan nodded weakly and Germany nodded in reply and then set off moving, looking once again for better shelter and anything that they could eat. They needed warmth and energy. Germany didn't even want to move anymore. He just wanted to give up. But he couldn't let Japan and Italy down like that. They had to keep moving. They had to find food. They had to find shelter.

So that was what Germany was going to do.

Switzerland has returned! Nothing really exciting yet.

But the next chapter is going to be exciting.

As always, thanks for the reviews and favorites and whatnot. They make me so happy!

I have the rest of this story planned out... So I am going to finish it very soon. Once I'm not so busy. (Or I'll just procrastinate with school, which is more likely.)

Uh...

Question for today: Who do you think will die next? Who is your favorite character in this story so far and who is your least favorite?

Alrighty. See y'all soon! :D