Shinigami-cat: Hi again everyone! From the title I bet you can guess who will finally make an appearance… I OWN NOTHING!

Hunter

They started to walk along the back roads, passing burning ruins and corpses. The sight made Gilbert gag, but Canada said nothing. He just kept looking straight ahead, ignoring the dead.

"Is anyone going to bury the dead?" asked Gilbert.

"No point." said Canada, "The Plagues and Grabbers will end up eating them when they're hungry… Leaving nothing but bones…" He shivered at that thought, "Let's try and move to the countryside. More cover." With where they were going to agreed upon, they headed inland.

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They ended up in the forest of Dean, fog settled around their ankles. It was creepy, almost foreshadowing really. Gilbert didn't like it. 'I feel like behind every tree there's going to be a Grabber or a Plague.' He hesitantly gripped the handle of his sword, ready to attack if he needed to.

Canada looked over at Gilbert and sighed, "Relax, Gilbert. The majority of the Plagues should be wherever the major battles are taking place… But I guess it's good to practice caution."

Suddenly, a small tremor ripped through the ground. It might have been small, but it was enough to knock them both to the ground, "What the hell was that?" cried Gilbert.

Canada quickly got up, "I have no idea." Next, there was an explosion and a blinding light filled the sky. At that moment, a siren began to scream, almost defining them both, "What the hell was that?"

"You expect me to know?" growled Gilbert.

"Good point." agreed Canada. Lightening began to fill the air and explosions rocked the earth, causing both of them to fall from the vibrations again.

"Not good!" cried Canada, "Not good at all!"

"You think?" yelled Gilbert.

Canada quickly scrambled to his feet, "We have to get moving."

Gilbert was in agreement. They needed to find somewhere safe to wait out whatever this was. They ran as fast as they could.

Gilbert's eyes darted around the trees, he could feel panic sinking in. 'Shit! It feels like we're in a war zone!' Screams began to fill the air, only fuelling Gilbert increasing anxiety. He was so freaked out he wasn't watching where he was going and tripped over a log, grazing his hand.

Canada stopped and pulled Gilbert to his feet, "Come on, Gil!" He ordered, "We have to keep moving!"

"I know that! I just-" Gilbert sentence was cut off when a huge fire ball ripped through the trees and hit the ground near them, sending fiery shrapnel everywhere. Canada quickly pushed Gilbert to the ground and jumped on top of him to shield him from the flames. After a few seconds, Canada jumped up and pulled Gilbert to his feet again.

"Let's go." He commanded. They quickly ran through the now smoldering forest, keeping close to each other so they wouldn't get separated in the smoke. Every now and then they could feel the heat from the fire licking at their heels, which only made them run faster.

They ran into a clearing and stopped dead in their tracks. In front of them was a dug-up war zone similar to images from WWII or the movie 300. They could hear gunfire and see B-Plagues with battle axes and hammers storming towards what looked like people.

'Okay… so this is what's happening… fun.' Thought Gilbert.

Canada bit his bottom lip and looked over at Gilbert, "I want you to stay here." He said.

"What?" Gilbert questioned with wide eyes, "Why the fuck would I stay here? I mean, look at what's happening! I can help!"

Canada shook his head, "No, I want you to stay here. It's too dangerous out there. I'll be back." Without another word, Canada ran off into the battlefield, leaving Gilbert very much alone.

Gilbert sighed and sat down on a rock reluctantly, "Well… This sucks. First real war I've seen with my own eyes and I can't do anything." After a few seconds, he mentally slapped himself, "Since when did I start listening to him?"

He casually stood up and walked into the battle and started to kill B-Plagues left, right, and center. He didn't see why Canada had been so worried. He swiftly dodged the attacks of one or two and dove into a trench. Hopefully, this one didn't have Plagues in it.

Cautiously, he walked through the trenches, ready to attack when he heard a woman scream. He quickly looked above the trenches and saw a woman with long brown hair trying to fight off a B-Plague with a frying pan. He didn't understand why she didn't just run away, but after a few moments, he saw why. She was trying to protect someone who was unconscious on the ground.

Gilbert pulled himself out of the trench and charged at the B-Plague. "GET DOWN!" He yelled. The woman glanced over her shoulder and ducked when she saw Gilbert coming. Gilbert jumped and brought the sword down stabbing the B-Plague right through the head, instantly killing it. He looked back at the woman who was leaning over the man, obscuring their faces with her hair, "Get back to the trenches," ordered Gilbert, "I'll cover you."

The woman quickly pulled the man over her shoulder and ran back to the trench as fast as she could while Gilbert made sure they were safe. When they were back in the relative safety of the trench, the woman smiled at Gilbert. "Thanks so much for… Oh my God, Prussia?" She cried.

Gilbert tilted his head in confusion, "What?" He looked over the woman and probably felt just as shocked as she did. This woman was the spitting image of Elizaveta, "Holy shit! Liz!" He quickly looked down at the unconscious man that Elizaveta was carrying and gasped in shock. He looked just like Roderich, "Oh my God…"

The Elizaveta look-alike grabbed Gilbert and hugged him, "Prussia!" She cried, "Oh God, Prussia! How is this possible? Bah! Who cares! You're back!"

"I'm not Prussia." corrected Gilbert as he tried to pull himself away from the woman. "My name is Gilbert. I don't have time to explain but some stuff happened and I'm not in the right universe!"

Slowly, the woman moved back, "A different universe?" She asked. She sighed disappointedly, "Oh… So you aren't Prussia… How did you get here? I'm Hungary, by the way, and this is Austria." She gestured to the Roderich look-alike.

Gilbert smiled at Hungary. He didn't mean to make her upset, but he couldn't pretend he was someone he wasn't, "Nice to meet you both… Even if one of you is out cold. Have you seen Canada?"

Hungary shrugged, "Sorry, but I'm not sure who you're talking about."

"Blond hair, violet eyes, random hair curl." Gilbert described.

"Oh, Canada!" said Hungary, "I saw him running off to the right of here. He was leading some Grabbers into a small mine field."

"Thanks." said Gilbert. He quickly got up and started to walk down the trench. "Hopefully I'll see you two later."

Hungary smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Gilbert, and good luck!"

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After searching for a few minutes, he spotted a familiar mop of blond hair. Gilbert smirked and quickly made his way over to the blond, "Hey, Canada."

Canada looked at Gilbert with a mix of anger and concern, "What part of 'stay still' don't you understand?" He quickly slammed his sword into the spine of a B-Plague. "This isn't your battle, Gilbert!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes and pulled Canada down to avoid getting hit with an axe, "Well, excuse me! I just saved Austria and Hungary from getting smashed!"

Canada's jaw dropped, "You met Austria and Hungary? You idiot! They probably thought you were Prussia!" He quickly jumped up and stabbed a Plague in the eye.

"Are we really going to argue about this right now?" snapped Gilbert as he jumped out of the way from a falling Plague carcass.

Canada sighed, "Fine. We'll talk about this later. Until then, stay alive!" Suddenly, a horrible grinding sound, mixed with the crackle of lightening filled the air. Canada and Gilbert looked up and gasped in shock. An island was slowly moving out of the clouds. The Bird Cage. Gilbert glanced over at Canada, who was trembling in fear.

"Run." He whimpered, "Run for your life!" Canada quickly turned and ran.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. 'Um… that was… different?' Suddenly, the shrill cry of a bird filled the air. The cry came from a giant black eagle. 'Oh crap…'

Gilbert started to run, but he tripped over a B-Plague corpse and fell flat on his face, "My day cannot get any worse." He growled.

Just then, a sword made from a gleaming red metal impaled the ground next to his head, "I prefer my prey to face me before I kill them."

Gilbert's eyes widened and he slowly turned around. Standing over him was Hunter, adorned in a black, exoskeleton-like armor and a gaudy, goat-horned helmet which covered most of his face, but left a gap for his mouth to be seen. His skin was a grotesque transparent milky colour, blue veins could be seen pulsing under that flesh and his lips dark blue -almost black- giving the impression he was a frozen corps.

"Um… I'm guessing you're Hunter?" observed Gilbert nervously.

Hunter smirked, revealing his black gums and needle like teeth, "What a stupid question." He pulled his sword out of the ground and swung at Gilbert.

Gilbert gasped and quickly rolled out of the way and jumped to his feet, "I'll take that as a yes!" He easily blocked a few of Hunter's attacks.

Hunter took a step back and chuckled, "Impressive, boy. Most people would be dead by now… But I grow tired of this fight. I have bigger fish to fry." He muttered some words under his breath and pointed at Gilbert's hand.

Gilbert didn't understand what he was doing until it was too late. He could feel something crawling down his arm, under his skin. Suddenly a thin ribbon of blood shot out of his hand and wrapped around his neck, strangling him, "SHIT!"

Hunter laughed, "Stupid boy. Blood manipulation is my specialty. One cut and I can rip all the blood out of your body. I can even turn it into weapons. Do you like my dragon blood sword?" He casually swung his sword through the air.

Gilbert gasped for air as it was straggled out of him. He could feel his own blood cutting through his skin like razor wire. If he didn't black out soon, he would be dead. 'Damn it…'

A rock flew through the air, hitting Hunter right in the jaw. He momentarily eased up on Gilbert, "WHO THREW THAT?" He roared.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" screamed Canada. He was standing a fair distance away from Gilbert and Hunter. He was trembling horribly, his eyes were filled with terror and he looked like he was going to faint at any moment, "I'M OVER HERE!" He screamed again, "DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER ME OR HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?"

Hunter looked at Gilbert, then back to Canada. Psychotic laughter ripped through Hunter's throat, sounding more like a scream than anything else, "How could I forget Canada? I almost destroyed you the last time I saw you." He kicked Gilbert to the ground and chuckled, "Be grateful you have a country on your side or you would have been Grabber food by now."

Gilbert gasped for breath as the blood around his neck became liquefied once more. 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'

Hunter chuckled at Gilbert's struggle to breath and stepped over his body. His eyes were now fixed on Canada, his arms out stretched. "Canada." He cooed, "Come here, Canada. It's time to finish this."

Canada gulped, "Not today, Hunter." He quickly turned and ran for it.

Hunter growled in annoyance, "Bloody annoying when they run. Oh well, the hunt is half the fun." Hunter eagerly took chase, both of them disappearing into the battle.

"Shit." growled Gilbert as he slowly got to his feet. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He let Hunter, someone he knew Canada was deathly afraid of, run after Canada. He felt like such an idiot. Who knew what Hunter would do to him?

He started to run in their general direction, dodging attacks and blocking some along the way. Somehow, he ended up running back into the forest. He growled and ran his fingers through his hair. His heart was beating painfully in his chest. 'Shit! Where is he? He has to be here somewhere!'

A scream rang through the forest sending a horrible, gut-wrenching fear through him.

"Please don't let that be Canada." He ran through the trees as fast as he could, and when he arrived, he shocked at the sight.

Sitting high up in a tree was a Feliciano look-alike, surrounded by a three hungry looking Grabbers. They were jumping up trying to grab his legs that were dangling just out of reach of their long tongues. 'Fuck! I don't need this! I need to find Canada!'

"GERMANY!" screamed the Feliciano look-alike as he clung to the tree for dear life. A Grabber jumped and hooked its tongue around the look-alike's leg and started to pull. He screamed as he was yanked out of the tree, but managed to grab the branch with one arm.

"GERMANY!" He shrieked again, "GERAMNY!"

Gilbert had seen enough. He charged at the Grabbers. With no more than three swift motions he had beheaded all three of the ghoulish dogs. He looked up at the Feliciano look-alike. "Um… You okay there?"

"Are they dead?" He whimpered.

Gilbert nodded, "Yep. I got them all. You want to come down?"

"I can't." He sniffled, "The Grabber dislocated my ankle with its tongue."

Gilbert sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't have time for this. He needed to find Canada, "Okay, fine… Let go and I'll catch you."

"I can't." He whimpered.

"JUST FUCKING JUMP BEFORE A FUCKING B-PLAGUE COMES AND KILLS US BOTH!" Screamed Gilbert. The Feliciano doppelganger squeaked and fell out of the tree. Gilbert dove and caught the trembling Italian in his arms, "You okay?"

The Italian nodded and looked up at Gilbert with wide eyes, "Prussia? Oh God, Prussia!" He cried out as he wrapped his arms around Gilbert's neck. "Did Grandpa Roma tell you how to get back? I'm so happy! Germany will be so glad to see you and so will Spain and France and everyone else!"

Gilbert sighed and gently placed the Italian on the ground. "Look. I'm not Prussia." He said sternly, "My name is Gilbert."

The doppelganger's jaw dropped, "Ve? But you have to be! You look just like him!"

"Well, I'm not." said Gilbert, "Have you seen Canada and Hunter run by here? I really need to find them."

The Italian shook his head, "Sorry… I don't… Are you sure you're not Prussia?"

"Is the Pope catholic?" asked Gilbert sarcastically.

"He was." muttered the Italian, "He's dead now…"

"Oh… Anyway, I need to find Canada. Hopefully I'll see you around sometime." Said Gilbert. He turned and started to run.

"Italy!" He called to Gilbert, "My name is Italy!"

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He wasn't sure how long he was searching, or how far away from the battlefield he now was.

"CANADA!" He called, "CANADA!"

But he got no reply. He ended up leaning against a tree with his head in his hands. His heart was racing painfully in his chest. 'Shit… Where is he? He can't be far can he? Did Hunter take him somewhere? Why did he distract Hunter like that? He knew he would get chased… Please, be alive.'

He gulped and started searching again, the sun was just starting to rise, "CANADA!" He called, "IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING, PLEASE!" He was concentrating so much on trying to find Canada, he wasn't watching where he was going and fell down a steep slope and landed head first against a pile of rocks. He groaned in pain as his vision began to blur and the sounds around him started to soften. "Fuck…" His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost conscious.

TBC

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