The air was still as Seychelles snapped her phone shut. Her voice wa thick with tears, but her eyes were determined when she turned to the other three countries. "That was Prussia." she said shakily. "Holland and his troops in BC were defeated." She swayed a little, and France grabbed her arm to steady her, pulling her down into the mossy ground beside him. England opened his mouth as though to say something, then snapped it shut again. No-one had any words to offer in this situation. They all knew it was no one's fault, that there was nothing that could be done.

Despite this, America could barely swallow past the lump of guilt in his throat. He felt as though he was drowning in shame. He knew it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't stop his boss, but still couldn't seem to detach himself from the cause of the issue. He took a small satisfaction in the phantom pains that had left him bedridden with fever all day, alongside Canada. He had woken up only a half hour ago, and still could not gather the strength to stand on his shaky legs. Canada had. Jto yet woken up. America couldn't help but wonder if the phantom pains was his punishment for what he had done to his brother, just like back in 1812.

Seychelles spoke again, breaking America out of his reverie. "You should go, America." The words hit him like a train engine full of bricks, and he recoiled at the words. France snapped his head up from where he was tending to Canada, putting a cool cloth on his for head to ease the fever. "It is not 'is fault!" France cried out, eyes wide at her harsh words. America fought the tears welling in his eyes and England also defended him. "You know as well as I, America has no choice in the matter!" England's voice was sharp at the unfair request, and drawn due to the constant stress of war. He wants young anymore, and no longer was trying to fight and conquer the world. Instead, England was trying his best to protect what's left of one country, and was failing.

Seychelles drew back at the rebuke. "That's not what I meant!" She hurriedly defended herself. "Prussia said That Russia has allied himself with the United States. She said these words timerously, much as though she was hoping that Prussia would pop out of a nearby bush and shout "Syke! It was all a bad joke!". But Prussia did not pop out of a bush saying it was a prank, and America had his eyes fixed on her, hanging into her every word like they were his lifeline. She forced herself to meet America's eyes as she said the next part. "America, he's looking for you."

"Looking for America?" England echoed. "But why?" "He thinks America is being held captive by us." she responded, bitterly. This new information settled like a blanket of fresh snow on the group, leaving the air cold between them. "Then he 'as to go alone." France summarized. "To meet Russia." America too, was realizing the situation. "Yeah." he agreed. "If anyone goes with me he won't believe me." America forced himself to his feet. "I'm gojng to go to BC where Russia is." He decided, already reaching for his few belongings and gathering them up.

"If he comes here, he'll conquer what's left of Canada to get here, and if Canada looses anymore..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood the solemn implication. "But, what will you do?" England pressed, worriedly. "I'm going to try to convince Russia to help us." America responded, in a stronger and more confident tone than he had used since they found Canada. "But what if you can't?" France asked the question they all were thinking. America's face tightened a little.

"That's not an option." America said stiffly. He threw his bg over his shoulder and half turned to face the group. "Besides, you don't know Russia like I do." He stopped by Canada, where he lay unconscious, and threw a forlorn glance towards his brother's still form. "I'll be back soon, bro." He said softly, unusual for the loud country. "So you'd better be awake and waiting when I come back." There was no answer from Canada,aand America couldn't help but feel that something was breaking as he turned his back squarely to the camp and set his feet towards the west, where Russia was.