"I still can't believe you two did that," Arthur said judgmentally as he looked between to two men walking slightly in front of him.

"Well we fucking did," Allen answered sound quite pleased with himself.

"But did you really have to resort to blowing up the house, and where did you even get a bomb from?" Arthur question quite perplexed over the whole situation.

"Who said we had a bomb," Allen smiled and brought his bat up to rest on the back of his neck.

"What?" Was all Arthur could say.

"Aw, just don't mind your pretty pink shirt about it," Allen playfully responded.

"Why you-"

"We did it to slow Luciano down," James interrupted.

"Slow him down?" Arthur was slightly insecure about that answer. If Allen and James wanted to slow someone down perhaps tying someone up would have been a better choice rather than setting someone's house to explode. He also felt that there was something that they weren't telling him. If Luciano was such a threat and that strong of a person how come he wasn't right on Germany's tail or Allen and James for a fact, there was quite a large gap of time from when they would have reached the house to where he had been with Germany at the time.

"He's the fucking spawn of Lucifer, why do you think his name is so similar," Allen laughed.

"I very much doubt that," Arthur said quite disbelieving under his breath.

"Dude, what the fuck," Allen stopped in his tracks. He took his bat down from the back of his neck and let his arms fall to his side while giving Arthur a different look.

"What?" Arthur looked back at him being quite startled as if himself forgot what he had just said.

"Really? Yours shits all over the place what are you on your peri- Da fuck man?" Allen had started before James smacked him in the smack of the head.

"Don't be sexist," James retorted as he then used his fateful hockey stick as a leaning post.

"How the fuck was that sexist, he's a man," Allen argued back as he was tempted to kick the stick, hopefully causing his brother to fall.

"It was still degrading towards women," James with a hint of hostility in his voice, like a warning as he glared back as he seemed to know exactly what Allen had been thinking of doing.

"Excuse me, but what did you mean by 'shits all over the place'?" Arthur accusingly said turning Allen's attention back to him.

"Have you been bashed in the head again?" This caused Arthur to wince at certain memories, "Your moods all over the place one moment your quite then angry with me and then worried about me, you're not making any fucking sense," Allen explained in his 'oh so nicely way.'

"I'm sorry but the past few days have sent me through hell I think I should be able to react the way I- where the hell are we," Arthur suddenly said as the started to look around their surroundings.

"Don't go changing the subject- oh shit where the hell are we?" Allen joined in with the confusion as he too started to observe their surroundings. Everything was different, the open field and border of the forest they were once at where nowhere in sight despite not having walked that far.

"Most probably Spain," James said looking off into one direction.

"And how did you work that out, Sherlock?" Allen spat quite angrily because how on earth could they have just reached Spain from Germany's place in just a few minutes on foot, especially with another country between the borders.

"Well the Sagrada Família church is a bit of a giveaway," James answered not even turning his attention towards his brother. The church was standing quite prominently in sight with its large spires pointed towards the sky.

"Well would you fucking look at that, were in Spain," Allen started quite optimistically, "HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET TO SPAIN!" He suddenly shouted as he began to assault the ground with his bat, "and since when do you know about Spanish landmarks and shit?"

"We haven't been walking that long, it truly is impossible for us to be here, especially in the middle of a city" Arthur stared dumbfounded.

"Ooh what happen to the anger," Allen sneered as he started to kick chunks of dirt off his bat.

"Look who changing mood now," Arthur scoffed back becoming quite irritated.

"There it is," Allen crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"ALLEN!" He shouted back as they then both started throwing insults at each other.

"So, do you know how we ended up here?" James questioned the tall man who had been following them and standing silence the entire time.

"Nine," Germany replied watching the two men shout at each other.

"Well then," James huffed, "have a name other than Germany?"

Germany stared at the man for a moment in his current position he felt quite powerless, he had been attacked, healed then inclined to blindly follow an enemy and two others he had no real information on.

"Ludwig," he finally said.

"Okay, I'm James," he held his hand out in the act of friendliness, but Ludwig made no sign of movement, "that's fine, you've been through some stuff," James took his hand away and accepted the other man's silence.

"You're a fucking hormonal head case," Allen swore through the conversation.

"Well, you're a mouldy walnut!" Arthur shouted back.

"Your insults fucking suck," Allen responded with a peal of laughter.

"I know," Arthur replied suddenly looking like a kicked puppy as tears started to gather at the corners of his eyes.

"Wait are you sad, where the fuck did that come from," Allen begun to panic being confused at the reaction.

"I don't know," Arthur tucked his arms into his chest and took a few steps back with his head bowed towards the ground.

"Are you crying?" Allen put his hands out gesturing his confused state leaving his bat to fall to the ground.

"No," Arthur weakly answered.

"Yes you are, your fucking crying," Allen called bullshit, "what do we do?" he then asked turning to James.

"Don't look at me," James retorted not even looking like he was surprised at the crying man.

Ludwig just looked lost.

"Where are all the people?" Arthur suddenly asked completely over his little outburst of sadness as he looked towards the empty city.

"What the fuck!" Allen shouted back at him no understanding the older man's current emotions.

"There's someone over there," Ludwig pointed out towards the city only to see someone slowly wondering around looking lost themselves. They were too far away to get any details of the person, but they didn't look out of place with the city.

"Holy shit I forgot you were here," Allen admitted in shock even though he had turned to look at the German before when questions James.

"Should we go over there?" Arthur asked as he whipped his face free of tears.

"Sure," James agreed.

"HEY, FUCKER OVER HERE!" Allen shouted trying the get the person's attention which then lead to James smacking him in the back of the head with his hockey stick. The shout though did grab the other person's attention as they then started to make their way towards the group in what seem like a light jog.

Allen bent down and pick up his discarded bat as the group finally stepped out of the grasslands and into the city. Slowly the other person was getting closer, and more of their appearance could be seen. He had tanned skin close to the same shade of Allens and brown hair and was wearing a light brown military suit.

"No," Arthur breathed out stopping in his tracks.

"Huh?" Allen turned to him seeing the hesitation. The man was only a few meters away from them now as he also stopped for a second before putting one arm in the air and waving it as he started jogging again.

"Ola, America, England, Germany is that you?" The man called out.

"Andres?" Allen asked quizzically.

"Not exactly," Arthur answered.

"Hey everyone what's going on?" Spain asked as if he were completely oblivious to the city being empty and that not everyone around him right now were out of the ordinary for him.

"Don't be-" Arthur started but was pushed aside by James.

"You're in another dimension, him and me," he gestured towards himself and Allen, "are not the same countries that you know, he's an emotional wreck, and I honestly don't have any idea where he came from," James pointed towards Ludwig.

"Thank you, James," Arthur reluctantly thanked him.

"Yeah, what is your name anyway?" Allen asked not cautioning himself at all.

"Huh?" Spain looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Would somebody keep track," James said tiredly as he once again used his hockey stick as an armrest with his head leaning on top.

"Of fucking what?" Allen asked back turning to him.

"Allen your just making things worst," Arthur stated.

"How?" Allen looked defeated

"Ahh… Guys" Spain anxiously said as he looked up to the sky but only Ludwig followed his line of sight.

"Just stop speaking and let me work this out?" Arthur was still talking to Allen and took no notice of Spain.

"Fuck no," Allen replied.

"Well, would you look at that," James said sounding sarcastically astonished as he also looked towards the sky.

"At what?" Arthur was frustrated at having two conversations going at the same time but as he saw Spain, Ludwig and James looking up he couldn't help but look up with Allen then following suit.

Above all of them, the sky had started to swirl with streaks of orange and pink colours which was much different to the light blue they had minutes ago but was it? None of them had actually paid close attention to it. There were no clouds, they had all disappeared. They then noticed that there was no breeze, the trees didn't move, and there was no sign of any animals.

"WHEN THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN?"

...people still read this?