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As Vilnius cautiously peeked through a window, she gave a short fist pump at the sight of Lithuania fighting Poland. Her brother was winning! He'll finally show that jerk what-

Vilnius squeaked in alarm and ducked from view in fear as Costa Rica nearly crashed against the window, and she trembled a little as she gulped nervously. M-Maybe that's enough spying for now…

Still, she couldn't be happier to see Lithuania okay. Vilnius wished she could go help him or the others, but...

The other nations couldn't know about her, Lithuania would tell her again and again, She had to stay a secret no matter what or until the time was right. If the other nations discovered her, they could try to use her against her brother, and the last thing Vilnius wanted was for Lithuania to end up getting hurt because of her.

Besides, she didn't distract him from Poland...

She wasn't pretty sure what to make of Poland, besides disliking him because her brother hates him, but Vilnius didn't know if she should hate Poland too. Vilnius knew her own history, Poland once took her from her brother, but it was before Vilnius herself was... made. Vilnius didn't get to go through the pain of being separated from Lithuania, but her citizens did, so...

What's she supposed to feel?

Vilnius shook her head and smacked herself, wincing when she did. No, no, stop getting distracted, Vilnius! You're here to rescue Guatemala! This was no time to get lost in your thoughts while he's stuck in there! Focus!

Okay... It wouldn't make sense to let Guatemala be in the same room as the fights, they'd probably keep him somewhere that won't be that easy to reach. The most logical and obvious place they'd keep him would be...

Vilnius looked up, holding her glasses, and blinked. One of those rooms above her, but which one?

She sighed.

Alright… Now to get up there.

Vilnius took off her backpack and after unzipping it began to search for something.

/ / / / /

"Hey, come back here, you speedy little cowards!" Liberia yelled over to the humans before bursting out laughing.

Liberia could honestly say that he was having a blast. While the bombers were off doing their work, since not everyone had magical powers, he and DRC were off causing their own havoc in Algiers. Come on, it wouldn't be nice if they let the humans do all the work, would it?

What's he doing, one might ask? Well, Liberia hijacked the coolest (and undamaged) looking car he could find and now he's going on a thrilling joyride running over various humans!

Now this was the sort of action he was waiting for! Torture was amazing and all, but wreaking havoc like this with no restraints, no limits, no rules was all kinds of fun. It's like the city was his own personal playground. There wasn't any need to hold back, because the goal of this trip wasn't just pleasure, it was to really hurt the nation they're in, and to do that they needed to tear this place apart.

Liberia really didn't know if too much damage would result in Algeria's death, but did he look like someone who cared? Morocco doesn't like her, but it's not like her ever said that he wanted her alive get revenge for annoying him so much.

Oh yeah, in other news, it looked like bringing the escapes back alive wasn't such a big priority anymore. There's still hell to pay, but according to South Africa death was an option if they really wanted to. Still, the six of them had an unspoken agreement that they wanted the runaways to be brought back alive for torture.

Liberia grinned as he swerved the car around a corner, and much to his delight, he found DRC again.

DRC was taking turns using a rifle gun and a rocket launcher, Liberia admired the way he looked. DRC had the look of a real hardened soldier in his eye, one that'll get the dirty job done no matter what with zero remorse, not the slightest bit of hesitation, and the guy didn't even flinch or bat an eye at the explosions and screaming. It's a morbidly fascinating thing to see.

This was nothing to the Democratic Republic of Congo.

Despite the blank look on him, Liberia was sure the new member was enjoying this as much he was.

DRC managed to hear Liberia swerve his car to a stop and looked at him in surprise before settling for a face like what Cameroon gave him whenever he complained about South Africa and Nigeria… in front of South Africa and Nigeria. It was annoying seeing it on Cameroon and it's annoying seeing it on DRC.

"What?!" Liberia demanded.

"…You were driving." DRC deadpanned.

Liberia raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, so?"

"Aren't you supposed to be physically fourteen or fifteen?"

"Yeah, so?"

DRC sighed and went back to aiming his launcher. "…Nevermind."

Liberia rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, smirking. "Who cares about something like that? We're creating chaos! We shouldn't let some stupid rules get in the way of fun. Besides, it was just some harmless terrorizing."

"You could get yourself hurt, especially with how reckless you were driving through the city." DRC said flatly as he focused on a target through his sight, then fired before looking at Liberia unreadably. "What's more, what if one of my projectiles hit you or somewhere near you? I detest committing friendly fire, there's a chance I could have badly injured you."

Liberia quickly covered his ears, and then a few seconds later he heard a muffled explosion while DRC kept staring at him emotionlessly. After it ended, Liberia removed his hands to smile sweetly at DRC.

"Aww, you were worried about me?~" Liberia asked with a sickly-sweet tone. "You really don't have to… I can take care of myself!"

DRC snorted, and showed the slightest hint of a smile. "Perhaps, but in all my interactions with you, the real you, I've noticed that you tend to be very immature."

"I'm a teenager, what'd you expect?" Liberia asked, shrugging, then grinned. "Just get back to shooting while I run over some more people."

/ / / / /

This was probably the most pain Tunisia had ever seen Algeria be in since her civil war.

Algeria was a stern and tough woman, she liked to almost always keep whatever grievances she had and pain she was in to herself, adding to the fact that she didn't let many people get close to her. It was a bad habit of hers, much to Tunisia and anyone else close to his sister's dismay. She was strong, but stubborn.

However right now, it doesn't look like Algeria could hide it.

Tunisia's heart pained at the sight of Algeria writhing in pain as he held her in his arms, made worse by the fact she was crying a bit, it wasn't right. Algeria never cried. He doesn't even remember the last time she did. It just goes to show the pain a nation will go through when their capital's attacked.

Tunisia winced at feeling his sister crushing his hand but didn't comment on it.

"You can't possibly be thinking of leaving me here!" Algeria snapped fiercely before coughing again. "I need to help you stop Morocco! You need me to stop him. I know how he is, now that he finally admitted that he is a demon, and I can stop him. Besides, you can't possibly think that you can defeat all four of them on your own!"

France's expression became more guilt-ridden, and he rested a hand on Algeria's head. "Non, I cannot defeat them by myself, but I believe that I can stop him. Salah, please, you'll just have to trust me. You are in no condition to go."

"You won't be alone, Algeria." Tunisia reassured her, holding her hand. "I'll be here with you."

Algeria scowled up at him tiredly. "No, you will go with Francis, make sure that he doesn't get himself maimed to death."

"And risk him suffering the same fate?" France retorted.

"There's no way I'm going to leave you alone in this state, you're my sister!" Tunisia said firmly, narrowing his eyes. "I'm going to stay here with you whether you like it or not!"

Algeria's eyes widened slightly, and she rubbed them. "If you really want someone to look after me, then why can't Monaco do it?"

Monaco shifted in discomfort, and France frowned. "I'd rather not let Monaco out of my sight. And now before you say anything, I'm choosing to believe that Haiti will keep his promise, so please, Algerie…"

"That's…!" Algeria spat, spewing a bit of blood to the side, much to France's slight chagrin. "You don't understand, I'm not going to allow you to face them alone, I… France?!"

Tunisia saw Algeria become horrified as France pulled Monaco by the hand as they left the car, flinching as his neighbor began shouting at their ex-colonizer. France then turned around winked at them.

"À bientôt!~" France said cheerfully, and left, with Monaco smiling apologetically before following her brother.

Algeria growled and slumped into the seats, not the slightest bit happy with what just happened.

"That fool…" Algeria muttered.

"Well, it is France…" Tunisia pointed out fondly, smiling.

Algeria coughed again, and she cringed at seeing her hand coated in blood. "Still…"

Tunisia gave her a reassuring smile. "Khalida, rest, please."

Algeria narrowed her eyes at Tunisia, but a few moments later she winced and clutched the area of her heart in pain and then she sighed, giving up, much to Tunisia's relief. He wished he could provide some reassuring words, but frankly, it doesn't look like there's anything either of them could do to stop it, so all Tunisia could do was to comfort her with his presence.

Tunisia did understand Algeria's frustration, he felt a little guilty for not going to help France, and he was just as worried as his sister was, but he couldn't leave her. It was a difficult decision, but he. He doubted he'd be much help anyway.

Or at least that's what you're using as an excuse. A small voice in his mind whispered mockingly to Tunisia. You're afraid.

Tunisia frowned and shook his head fervently. No, that wasn't true! He wasn't a coward. He wouldn't use Algeria's condition as an excuse to not face Morocco! He's genuinely worried for her well-being, and no good brother would leave his sister like this all by herself. Morocco had nothing to do with it. Yes, Tunisia was scared of meeting him again, of having that topic brought up again, but it didn't have anything to do with…

…Did it? Was he… really using Algeria as an excuse?

"In my opinion, France was a fool bringing you two and his own little sister here, it wouldn't have made the smallest difference."

That voice just now, the one that spoke with an air of regality and fake politeness, made Tunisia's blood freeze in horror. No, no… please don't let it be…!

Tunisia saw his sister's face contort in shock, much to his dread, and he swallowed and forced himself to turn around, only to feel himself become pale. As he feared, standing several feet from them, with his hands and djellaba stained with fresh blood, smirk plastered on his face with reddish teeth, and eyes filled with delight and cruelty was his brother Morocco, looking ecstatic to see them.

Tunisia could even smell the blood and viscera from Morocco, and it made him want to throw up. That did explain the visible lack of humans in the area, but did Morocco and Cameroon really… all of them by themselves?"

"My dear brother… sister… Finally, the three of us again…" Morocco said happily with a relieved smile, which then became a smirk when his gaze went to their scowling sister. "Khalida, you're looking more awful than usual…"

"Shut it, fajir." Algeria spat, wiping some blood off her mouth. "You know what's happening to my capital, don't you? Of course you do, I can see it in your shit grin."

Morocco made an expression of mock surprise, feigning hurt. "Oh, Algeria, you can't possibly be accusing me of slaughtering your people, my attention is here, thank you very much. No, that would be the work of my fellow Africans."

Algeria widened her eyes. "What?"

"Oh, come on, you can't be that surprised." Morocco scoffed and sneered at them. "It's frustrating how we failed to get you all back. However, fortunately, it occurred to us that there were other ways to punish you."

"You're killing my people for petty revenge?!" Algeria screeched in fury.

"As frustrating you are, Khalida, none of us can't deny that you're strong, your military is proof of that." Morocco smiled and licked some blood of his fingers. "I figured you'd be a problem, so I suggested we'd target you and weaken you by causing carnage."

"How… How could you?" Tunisia said in horror. "Rahim, she's our sister!"

Morocco tilted his head, his expression looking puzzled, before he burst out laughing. "Oh, Malik, you still don't understand? Do I really look like a person who'd care?"

Tunisia flinched at that statement, but Algeria only scoffed. "I figured as much. Now do you see, Malik?! Do you still want to try and reason with him and find out whatever convoluted reason he has for being a demon to understand him?"

"I…" Tunisia trailed off as Morocco laughed merrily.

"You want to understand me? Try to decipher my broken mind and find some answer to the question why? Why, I feel so flattered, Tunisia!" Morocco grinned in delight. "Good luck finding them though."

"It's just… I don't understand, how could you be so…" Tunisia trailed off as a certain thought hit him. "Wait, how come you didn't target me? My capital's alright."

"Why?" Morocco repeated before he swiftly walked forward, with Tunisia reacting too late, and grinned madly as he grabbed the latter's chin in a steel grip. "How could I hurt my precious, much more likeable, brother? I couldn't bear to see you hurt! Besides, I think deep down you know the other reason why."

Before Tunisia could even try to mouth his mouth to respond, Morocco snaked a hand to Tunisia's back and pulled him forward, their lips smashing together.

It took a few seconds for Tunisia to register what was happening, but when he did, he screamed into Morocco's mouth frantically fought to escape his tight grip on the back of his neck or push him away, knowing that Algeria was undoubtedly witnessing this horror happen before her eyes, but Morocco was enjoying this way too much to even consider letting go.

Tunisia, much to his chagrin, could taste the blood in Morocco's mouth. It was metallic, it reeked of death, and he despised that. But still…

Just as he began running out of oxygen, Morocco suddenly pulled away, panting but had a sadistic smirk on his face while Tunisia regained his breath. Tunisia forced himself to look at Algeria, and he did his best not to flinch at her horrified expression.

"Ah, that was nice. Now then, shall we go?" Morocco chuckled as he snatched Tunisia by the collar and gave one last smirk to Algeria. "You must feel so helpless and useless, Algeria, lying there vomiting your bloodied phlegm and unable to do anything… Well, goodbye for now."

Then Morocco started to drag Tunisia, who quickly panicked.

"Fight, and Algeria will find herself in even more pain than she is now." Morocco warned, and his smirk broadened at seeing Tunisia stop. "Good boy, and don't worry, you and I are going to have a long talk."

/ / / / /

Even though Belize was currently stuck in a deadlock with Hong Kong, now that she a little more time to breathe and think about stuff, it was pretty hard to miss seeing Egypt vomit bloody phlegm, and as disgusting that was… really, really, really disgusting… she got worried.

"Hey, brujo!" Belize shouted before grunting at being pushed back a little, but she pushed back.

That Asian asshole Hong Kong's really starting to get on her nerves, whether it's because their fight is practically going nowhere so far or… yeah, it's definitely that. Belize

"Brujo! What's the matter with you?!" Belize shouted angrily before going back to her clash with Hong Kong.

Seriously, what's up with Mister I'm-so-cool-because-I-give-Belize-heart-attacks all of a sudden? He's better not be dying or anything like that! Even though their crew's got the advantage in numbers, they're just doing alright. Belize wasn't sure if it was because a lot of them were rusty and haven't really fought in a conflict in a long while the Order's always practiced, but still, at least they're putting up a good fight.

"Rule number one on the battlefield: don't get distracted." Hong Kong hissed as he kept trying to push.

Belize growled at Hong Kong and they both put a to the deadlock by pulling apart, panting. "You're bloody tough for a city, you know that?"

"I prepared." Hong Kong said simply as he panted.

"Seriously?" Belize asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I had to, if I didn't want to useless in the future attack on England." Hong Kong said as he rubbed his own jaw.

"How? What drugs are you on to nearly crack my jaw?" Belize asked with a snarky tone while rubbing the spot where Hong Kong kneed her.

Hong Kong scowled at her viciously, but then his lips formed a small smirk. "I'm surprised you don't know. And if anything, I think you're the one on drugs."

Belize flinched then quickly glared at him. "Me on drugs?! No way? Look pal, I always stay far away from those gangs, hence one of the reasons I live away from the city, don't mistake me for one of those jerks!"

"Is that so? That's weird, you look like that type of person, and not to mention the corruption in your government…" Hong Kong went on, ignoring Belize's claims, and his smirk grew. "I'm curious, were you once involved with any of those things? Or does your boss just keeps things from you?"

"Hey, at least my air smells nice, I have pretty sights that aren't just a bunch of buildings, and I haven't spent my entire life under someone's boot!"

Hong Kong's smirk vanished, and he snarled. "That'll change soon enough, and when that happens, I won't be a Special Administrative Region anymore. I'll have my independence, I won't be under anyone's rule ever again."

"You and Macau don't look very special to me…" Belize muttered grumpily under her breath.

"And unlike you, I won't have that gweilo's old fossil as my head of state!" Hong Kong growled in seething rage, like he's been holding these feelings for a long while (go figure), and Belize saw pure hatred in his eyes. "I'll be a nation."

"To be honest I don't mind the old broad's title, she can't do jack shit to me and the other Commonwealths, case in point the state of my government. Besides…" Belize smirked, and she snickered mischievously. "It's hilarious seeing that brit pretend that his queen actually has any power over us."

Hong Kong gave a feral grin. "That I can agree with."

"Anyway…" Belize readied herself and scowled. "Let's get this over with."

/ / / / /

Never, in Egypt's life, had he experienced such a horrible sensation in his heart.

Despite the occasions of chaos or riots in the past, he had been fortunate to never have suffered a direct attack or been bombed at Cairo, his capital, his heart, and he thanked Allah for that. He remembered as a young boy seeing the pain his mother suffered after Memphis was taken, and her hoping that he would never go through that sort of pain.

His mother would cry as her fears came true.

The pain was utterly indescribable, he could only explain it as a combination of feeling his heart being fiercely burned, an extremely sharp claw slowly sinking its nails or talons, it somehow tearing itself apart from the inside, along with several other things. To say it hurt would be an astronomical understatement. So much that Egypt wanted to scream in agony, but he couldn't, he literally couldn't.

Blood kept spewing from his mouth as he coughed nearly non-stop. The floor was a mess, his robes were more than likely stained with his own blood, but that didn't concern him right now. That didn't matter.

Because along with the pain he heard them, as if he were there, the horrified screams of his own people.

This wasn't just some attack, or some bombing, his capital was being destroyed.

He felt someone grab his shoulders then turn him around, and Egypt found himself meeting the horrified green orbs of Hungary. The European woman appeared worried, and she shook Egypt a little before mouthing something that he couldn't hear because of the explosions and screams.

Hungary mouthed something again, looking more frantic. Why was she tending to him? She should be fighting Turkey. Why wasn't she fighting Turkey? That's right, she didn't know about Guatemala. Egypt had to tell her. If Turkey had no one to distract him he'll…

Egypt felt bile and blood rise up his throat again, and he managed to muster up enough energy to turn to vomit to the side.

"Wh… What?" Egypt managed to rasp out.

"What's happening to you, Egypt?!" Hungary exclaimed in worry.

"Cairo… I… someone is… destroying my capital… I can… hear the screams of my citizens…" Egypt coughed, unable to speak complete sentences, and then his hands shakily reached to grip Hungary's arms. "What could… is it even… bombs…?"

Hungary's eyes widened. "Your capital? Who's attacking you?"

"Oh, so that's what Chris meant by 'helping out' …Huh, go figure." Turkey remarked in apparent surprise, before smirked. "Leave it to the Africans to come up with something so nasty, that's what you get for pissing them off."

Egypt glared at Turkey. "Who's... responsible for this?"

Turkey snorted and put his hands in his pockets. "The Africans, who else? You didn't really think they'd just leave you alone, did ya? No, those five would die before they accept letting their prey get away."

"What?" Egypt snapped.

Turkey shrugged. "S'what happens when you get on their bad side."

After that remark, Egypt felt ire replace his confusion as he realized something. The Africans were attacking his capital, slowly destroying his heart, demolishing his city, joyfully slaughtering his people and feasted on their corpses as revenge for their nation escaping their grasp. Egypt's people were getting killed to satisfy the Africans' need for revenge.

"They dare go and try to massacre my people?!" Egypt snarled, and suddenly, the pain wasn't so incapacitating.

Then a horrifying realization hit him after he recalled a certain, terrible, detail, something that made his heart stop.

Seychelles!

"Let go." Egypt said coldly to Hungary. "I'm leaving."

"Huh?" Hungary blinked before narrowing her eyes and holding both his hands, much to Egypt's bafflement. "What do you mean you're leaving? You can't just leave at a time like this, Egypt! In case you haven't noticed, we're-"

Egypt scoffed coldly and wrenched his hands away, currently not caring about his impoliteness. "My people are getting slaughtered."

"I-I know! And I understand, I really do, honest!" Hungary exclaimed, and bit her lip. "But can it wait until after we beat Turkey?"

"You should listen to her, Goopy!" Turkey shouted over to them as he waved them goodbye… as he headed towards the stairs.

"No!" Egypt shouted as he hurled lightning towards Turkey, who dashed away from the door.

Egypt will just have to leave it to Anubis.

/ / / / /

This was a mistake.

Seychelles gasped as she heard another bang and pressed her hands against her ears even more, trembling, and buried her face in her knees. She was hiding behind the remainders of a wall, Anubis snuggled close to her in an effort to comfort her. Seychelles shot him a grateful look.

That, the explosions, banging and sometimes even screaming have been going on for a while, too long in Seychelles, and she desperately wanted it to stop.

Mauritius… Mauritius, where's Mauritius? Please come back! Seychelles couldn't take anymore of this, not without him with her. Where did they take Mauritius? Give him back, give him back, give him back!

It came out of nowhere. She, Bahamas and Saint Lucia were just lounging around, either taking a nap or playing a bit with Anubis, when the ground started shaking and an explosion was heard not too far away from where they were. It scared them. Anubis quickly directed them to a safe place to hide. Or at least he did when the three of them finally understood what he was trying to stay.

So three of them plus Anubis were hiding in the house's basement. Seychelles was surprised that Saint Lucia hasn't complained about it, but when the options were hiding here to safety or risk getting crushed or obliterated, complaining would be stupid.

"Is whatever place we go going to end up in us getting in danger?" Saint Lucia cried out in despair as Bahamas hugged her.

That might have been a slight exaggeration, but it was sort of true.

Anubis got the angriest Seychelles' ever seen him, to the point where it was scary. Anubis growled and angrily barked loudly at every explosion and every time the ground shook, he wasn't going to let the Order get away with this. Seychelles wished she could do something instead of just sitting around crying for Mauritius, she wished she could help Egypt somehow…

Egypt… God, she couldn't imagine the pain he must be in right now.

Seychelles made the mistake of wrapping her arms around Anubis just as he started glowing, she wasn't thinking, she didn't think that it'd have that effect! Okay, maybe it was obvious, but it didn't cross her mind that-

Seychelles flinched when Anubis suddenly growled and stood up, appearing alert, then she shrieked when she felt herself get forcefully pulled up by one of her pigtails. Seychelles looked up and paled at the sight of a man wearing a green soccer uniform and mad green eyes grinning down at her.

"Hello~" Nigeria sang gleefully.

/ / / / /

Alright, now Romania was getting really annoyed.

Bulgaria just couldn't stay down. That psychotic little liar gets shot in the leg, he got back on his feet, limping, but still capable of running. He gets shot with lightning? He laughed. And all that only happened if either Romania or Honduras manage to land a proper hit.

Pain clearly meant nothing to Bulgaria, instead he, dare say it, seemed to relish the feeling. Why the hell would he enjoy it? Why? Why, why, why?! Did Bulgaria find all this hilarious? Just how much did Turkey fuck his friend in the head? Whenever he'll get the chance, Romania had every intention of going after Turkey and make him pay for what he did to Bulgaria, and he'll able to make up for not helping his friend.

Maybe if Romania saw the signs, if he noticed that something was odd, then he might've been able to help prevent Bulgaria from becoming who he was today. Bulgaria wouldn't have become Turkey's boy-toy, he'd be Romania's friend.

At this, Romania gritted his teeth in anguish and shot lightning at Bulgaria again, but he only managed to graze him.

"W-Wow…" Bulgaria laughed weakly, stumbling a little, and smiled. "You're a lot angrier than I thought you'd be…"

Romania bared his teeth. "You think?"

"Felix!" Honduras exclaimed in alarm and ran away.

Romania raised a confused eyebrow as he watched her go, then exclaimed loudly in his language when he narrowly dodged a scalpel to the forehead, courtesy of Bulgaria. Growling, Romania lashed out by hurling out a fireball.

Bulgaria giggled, smiling sheepishly as if he made a cute mistake. "Sorry for scaring you, but you really shouldn't take your eyes off your opponent, especially when dealing with someone like… me!~"

Romania scowled furiously. Alright, yes, it was a mistake, but that didn't bother him so much as the fact as the thought that Bulgaria scared him, which wasn't true. Last time Romania checked, he's normally the one who scared the other.

"Nu, nu, first of all, you didn't scare me, Dimitri." Romania began with an annoyed tone, grimacing. "You startled me. I'm the one who's supposed to be scary."

"It's funny how our roles switch, isn't it?" Bulgaria remarked amusedly, arms outstretched as he walked around Romania. "I'm horrifying, right?"

"To be honest, it's more of a 'I'm scared of what you can do' than that." Romania grumbled, and snarled as his hands lit up in flames. "I swear, as soon as I'm done with you, I'm heading right over to that geezer and I'll make him pay, then I'll hang his charred corpse on a-"

Romania found himself cut as he suddenly felt his air restricted. An enraged Bulgaria was choking him.

"You… will… not." Bulgaria balefully growled almost in a non-human like way, his eyes flashing darkly with fury, all friendliness having left him. "Touch him, slander him and so much as even scratch him, and you die."

Instead of struggling, Romania just snarled and lit up his hands again. "He's the… the one who… deserves death."

"I'll kill you with my bare hands if you dare try taking him away from me." Bulgaria spat hatefully, but Romania saw a brief glint of… fear? It doesn't matter. "Kill my beloved… and I'll wring Moldova's neck before your very eyes. Then you'll know the pain of losing a loved one."

Romania was already about to try to hurl a fireball at Bulgaria, but he widened his eyes at what Bulgaria said, and after his brain processed the threat towards his little brother, something in him just snapped.

"Dimitri… you…" Romania rasped out before suddenly hurling sending Bulgaria flying back with a ball of compressed lightning.

There's really no hope for you.

/ / / / /

Why couldn't those idiots have moved him to downstairs so he could see all the action?

Guatemala scoffed to himself and blew some bangs from his face. Well, it's not like it mattered anyway, he'll see it sooner or later… hopefully. What he really wanted was for someone to get him out of here to slam Honduras and Belize's heads to the ground, so they see how nice it felt, and finally go home.

The Americas' part was over, now they could live their lives in peace. They got what they wanted, Austria and Prussia fulfilled their end of the bargain and the Americas filled theirs, America, Brazil and Jamaica were practically the only nations still active.

It was over.

For them, at least.

Although Guatemala had considered choosing to remain active, even more now that Honduras and Belize chose to make an enemy out of them, but he decided that he was content going back to his house and rest in silence. But like he said, he had two annoying neighbors, now with Costa Rica and Nicaragua, as enemies, and he felt obliged to take responsibility and help dispose of them.

It was bad luck that he ended up in this unpleasant situation. Guatemala did not plan to get involved in a scuffle with Belize and Honduras, though he would dispatch them if they proved to be too troublesome… and they did.

In his time here trapped and bound, Guatemala spent the hours pondering whether he should kill Honduras and Belize as soon as he's freed. Yes, he wanted a little payback for defeating him that time, but he wasn't a sore loser. Besides, Honduras needed to live for El Salvador. As for Belize, Guatemala wasn't very sure if she was necessa-.

The sound of banging snapped Guatemala out of his pondering, and his senses became alert as he looked around to find the source. Was that Haiti or whoever he brought with him? If so, then why wasn't it coming from the door?

The banging became slightly louder and he narrowed his eyes in bafflement. Honestly, where was it coming from? Guatemala then widened his eyes slightly in realization and turned his head to look behind him at the window, and he ended up gaping at what he found.

"Vilnius?" Guatemala said in disbelief.

In a very odd yet unexpected twist, Guatemala's visitor was none other than Lithuania's pride and joy, his little capital Vilnius, who was waving her arms at him. Guatemala smiled in amusement, what a surprise.

After finally managing to get his attention, Vilnius's expression became nervous, almost distressed, as she then gazed at the door. The little girl didn't know how to get the door open from the outside. Guatemala pressed his mouth into a thin line. Well, that was problematic, and he was sure he remembered France locking it. Vilnius will just have to do it the old-fashioned way, she just needed to-

One of the glass doors promptly fell off as Vilnius held her sword, and the timid girl flinched at the loud crash. Well done.

"Hola, Vilnius…" Guatemala grinned slyly, turning his body to see the girl better as she struggled in his restraints. "I definitely wasn't expecting you to be the one to rescue me."

Vilnius squeaked and scrambled to get to him. "G-Guatemala, I'm so glad you're here! Are you okay?"

"Just fine, nena." Guatemala laughed, then he smirked. "Is Lithuania aware that his little sister's rescuing me?"

"O-Oh, I-I-um…" Vilnius stammered at the question, her face becoming pale, and nervously shook his head. "N-No, he's not, he doesn't even know I'm here. I… hid in a bag on the plane."

Guatemala raised an eyebrow, not quite expecting that. "He doesn't know?"

"…No." Vilnius said quietly, gazing down in guilt.

Guatemala blinked, taking that fact in, then smiled. "…He'll have quite the heart attack, that's for sure. Anyway, do you mind cutting these off?"

"H-Huh? Oh, right!" Vilnius nodded as Guatemala held up his wrists, and quickly began to cut the ropes.

After the rope fell from his wrists, Guatemala sighed in relief and rubbed them, grimacing in distaste at the red burn marks on his skin and hissing at the slight pain. Tch, this was annoying, but at least he could use his hands. After Vilnius cut the ropes on his legs, Guatemala stood up, though he stumbled a bit, with her help.

"Gracias." Guatemala smirked victoriously. "I appreciate that you went through so much trouble for me, you have my gratitude. Now, if you excuse me…"

/ / / / /

"Like, come on, Tori, I don't wanna hurt you!" Poland protested stubbornly as he dodged a stabbing attempt.

"Really? Because I really want to hurt you!" Lithuania snarled as he tried again.

Poland knew that he was probably being a moron. He wasn't doing anything to fight back or defend himself from Lithuania relentless attacks, but that was because of one simple problem, he didn't want to hurt Lithuania. Angry or not, Lithuania was still Poland's bestie. Poland doesn't think he could change that.

Plus, Poland couldn't be mad at him. This was kind of his fault here. Looking at Lithuania's hateful eyes and murderous expression, the result of having to put up with a ton of shit with Poland and Russia, he felt guilt and sadness. Poland felt tempted to pin the blame on Russia, who did a ton more damage than he ever did, but he didn't want to. Poland's actions led to Lithuania snapping.

"I'm sorry, Tori." Poland said sadly, remorse in his eyes.

"As if I care." Lithuania said coldly. "I wouldn't give a flying fuck if you broke down in tears right then and here, you're still going to die."

Poland sighed, laughing humorlessly. "Yeah… I know. But still… I want you to, like, know that I accept responsibility, you know? I'm sorry, Tori, I really am."

Lithuania only scoffed and scowled in disgust. "Of course you'd apologize once death's staring at you right in the face, hoping that'll doing so will make up for what you did. Selfish till the end, I expected as much."

"I just wanted you to know. Maybe in time you and I can figure things out somehow… and I can be a better friend, for real this-" Poland couldn't finish that sentence, because Lithuania's hand lunged at grabbed Poland's throat.

"No. Today, in this hour, you will die." Lithuania stated darkly, his eyes holding no light as he began to choke Poland. "I'm finally going to shut that goddamn mouth of yours for good, and I can live a little more at peace."

Poland grinned, despite everything. "Sorry, Lithy, but that's totally not possible. I'm, like, Feliks Łukasiewicz! Personification of the, like, totally fabulous land of Poland! No matter how times I fall, I'll just get back up because I'm a-"

"Shut up."

Lithuania raised his sword, and Poland felt a strong jab of pain in his chest, then felt the former retract his sword. As Poland's mouth spewed blood, he felt more pain in his ribcage and-

"Say hi to Belarus for me."

"FELIKS!"

/ / / / /

"No offense, Costa, but as much as I appreciate your annoying desire to "protect" me from harm…" Nicaragua said grimly as she set down Costa Rica in a closet. "It's obvious that I'm much more fit for this than you are."

Costa Rica, being Costa Rica, looked ready to object and opened his mouth to do just that, but Nicaragua shot him a scowl and he thankfully shut his damn mouth before he could do an overdramatic speech. This was not the time for that and Nicaragua was not in the mood. Besides, Costa Rica needed rest.

Nicaragua tried not to cringe or stare too much. Costa Rica's bravery, despite admittedly having saved her twice, resulted in Denmark dislocating his shoulder and slashing both legs, it was a sight that caused Nicaragua to freeze. Seeing Costa Rica get hurt made her really, really angry, and Nicaragua got revenge on his behalf by giving Denmark a concussion.

It wasn't much, sure, but it was a small victory.

She took advantage of Denmark's disoriented state to pull Costa Rica away. Believe her, carefully dragging the idiot without hurting him as Nicaragua tried to find a good place for him to rest was a lot more difficult than it sounded. Nicaragua was a little surprised that Denmark didn't appear to be looking for them, but she was too worried about Costa Rica's injuries to dwell on that thought.

"Regina!" Nicaragua flinched and nearly swung her bat out of reflex, but relaxed when she saw it was a worried Honduras run toward her. "I saw what happened, is Felix okay?"

"Estoy bien!" Costa Rica called out cheerfully. "Ow!"

"The idiot got a shoulder dislocated, and his legs nearly got sliced in half." Nicaragua sighed, rubbing her head, frowning. "I'm fine, though I'm not sure I can take on Denmark by myself, and weren't you fighting Bulgaria?"

Honduras glanced worriedly at Costa Rica. "I think Romania's more than capable of handling it on his own, he'll be fine."

"The same can't be said for you." Denmark said gruffly.

Nicaragua snapped her head to find a pissed Denmark glaring at her and, much to her shock, a smirking Guatemala leaning against the doorway, unbound.

"You should have left a guard." Guatemala berated, and he cracked his knuckles.

I'm planning to make a couple of chapters for the purpose of going back to characters we haven't seen in a while and introduce new ones, I think it'll come after this arc. I'm looking forward to writing America again. Please review!