Hey everyone! I'm here with Chapter 4! Just as before, England is a pain in the ass to write as.

I've included, like in the previous chapter, a key at the bottom of the page for the native words that the countries say. Most of it's in Chinese. Everything is written out PHONICALLY. Even the Russian.

I fixed some of the lines for Russia, and changed some of the other lines in this from the original script. I just felt that it fit better that way.

ORIGINAL AUTHORS COMMENTS

HERE'S CHAPT-fail. I believe this chapter is a fail. I tried to do England's point of view, but I'm not sure I was able to catch his personality.
It's okay though, I knew there would be a few chapters that were going to be fails.
I think I've decided that I will try to do this from mostly either Japan or Italy's point of view, since they seem to be the most important characters.


"You cannot set foot so easily into that mansion in town.
For if you anger its former...or even current occupants, you will not get away lightly.
With no people around and no one to help you will not escape."

That had been the warning the people in town had given us once who had said that was where we going. They had immediately shied away from us, and gave us warnings, rumors that were terrible, horrific and bloody...

But that wouldn't sway America's decision to visit this place. It didn't matter that I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, his stubbornness wouldn't be denied, and he ended up dragging everyone along.

I rubbed my head slightly as I came to a stop in front of the white wash walls of this place, taking in the dead grass and trees around me. It wasn't hard to see the hints that this place was no good, and it did not help that the pit in my stomach now felt like it was going to eat me from the inside out.

"It's really here!" America said, his blonde hair bouncing slightly. I frowned at him as China walked into my line of sight, sleeve over his hand like usual as he inspected the walls.

"I thought it was just a rumor..." I muttered, taking a few steps forward. "But it really is here..." I felt a tug on my sleeve and turned to look, but there was nothing there. I frowned a bit. Usually when that happened...

"This desolate feel gives it a rather nice touch, don't you think?" France suddenly said, giving a sarcastic laugh. I turned to glare at him, watching him wave his hand slightly and straighten the gaudy blue cape that was around his shoulders. I felt another tug on my sleeve and turned again, managing to catch a glimpse of something. Whatever it was, it was gone...and I frowned again. I couldn't place why, but this place gave me such a bad feeling. I wanted to turn and walk the other way.

"I don't think it's very interesting, though..." the sudden voice startled me, and I turned, trying to find the source. I rested my eyes on Canada, frowning and wondering when he had gotten there.

"Eh? Did you hear something?" America asked, looking around.

"Oh, America is such tease~" Russia said, waving a hand dismissively. "I did not hear noise, did you?" I frowned as everyone quickly nodded.

"Still...it doesn't really look like a fun place to be..." the idiotic self-proclaimed hero muttered, rubbing his head. I nodded. It didn't look fun, or interesting, but I definitely did not want to be anywhere near this place...with its air just so heavy and thick.

"Well, we should take little look, then go back?" Russia offered, walking over to the door and grabbing the handle. "We can leave before night." He disappeared into the house, and I could only watch as China was quick to go in.

"Aiya...I don't want to stay here for long..." the Asian said as he disappeared into the house. France paused before going in, turning to America and I.

"Well then, shall we go in?" he asked us, opening the door for us.

"Of course, since I'm obviously the Hero~" America said, grinning as he took a step. I frowned. I didn't want to go in...but if he was going in, I honestly had no choice. Someone had to keep the idiot in check...

"If you were the bloody hero, shouldn't you have gone in first?" I asked, giving him a glare as I brushed past him. He gave a childish pout, trying to catch up with me.

"H-Hey! No fair!" he called out. I ignored him as I stepped inside the mansion...

...and instantly regretted it.

Once inside, I felt like something had settled down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. The air was thicker and heavier than it had been outside, making it feel like time had slowed down to almost a snail's pace. I felt a shiver run through me as the hair onto he back of my neck stood on end. This sense of dread...I couldn't be the only one who felt it...I couldn't. But even as I focused on the other's faces, I realized that I was in fact the only one who could feel this endless sense of dread.

China was squinting down one hallway, trying to see in the darkness at the end of it. Russia was standing there, smiling. France was scratching his head. America was pouting about how it wasn't really fun. I was the only one.

I felt my nose scrunch up. It smelled of death in here. That was the only way I could describe the stale air. It was the stench of death without the smell...a testimony to the death of many people. I raised a hand to scratch my nose, frowning when I noticed I was alone.

"I'm going to check the other floors." I said, frowning as I made my way towards the stairs. "This floor...makes me feel weird."

"I'll come too," China said, falling in step with me. I almost growled...why he wanted to come with me...of all people..."I want to see this place-aru."

"Je conviens~" France said, smiling, and at that point I really did growl. "We'll accompany you to the next floor, Angleterre, and leave the first floor to the others." he moved to go up the stairs past me and I snorted. "I want to get this place over with. The desolate feel is ruining my style."

I pushed myself past him on the stairs, the wood creaking loudly under my feet, and I could feel myself wince with each step. The sound seemed to echo off the walls and I had the unsettling feeling that we were being watched. I placed my feet firmly on the floor of the second story and turned, looking around.

"It's cleaner than one would expect, no?" France said, running a finger along the railing and frowning at it when it came away completely clean. I barely noticed what he was saying, as I took a few steps. The dread in the pit of my stomach had intensified the sense of dread and the smell of death only doubling. Not only was the stench of death still very much present, there was a smell of burnt clothing, faded, but still there and it made me wrinkle my nose in disgust.

"Y-yeah..." I muttered, feeling a shiver go down my spine for the third time. "But...um, can we go now?" France turned to me, frowning. I forced a scowl on my face.

"What's the matter, Angleterre?" he asked, his face breaking out into a smug grin. I felt a snarl make itself known on my face. "Are you scared?"

"O-Of course not, you git!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. I turned my head away. "That's not it...it's just that this place has a st-"

"Zhè shì yúchǔn." China said, cutting me off. I turned my glare to him as he leveled me with almost a bored look. "There are no ghosts here, so if you want to, you can go back-aru." He waved his sleeve a bit and turned, walking down the hallway.

"Are you going to look around on your own, Chine?" France called, taking a step around me. I felt myself fidgeting...why the hell was I so jumpy?!

"Aiya...I'm just going to peek into this room..." China muttered, making his way to a door. I watched him wrinkle his nose as he approached it, covering it with his sleeve. "It smells a little bad..." I felt the sense of dread that I had felt since I walked up to this place get worse as China approached the door.

"Isn't that a little risky?" I said, choosing my words carefully, but he didn't pay me any attention. I felt panic welling up in me and I sprinted towards. him. "W-Wait!" I didn't make it, and he opened the door. The room was dark inside, and I frowned...why did I want him to close the door?

"I can't see anything-aru..." he muttered, shutting the door after a moment. The panic I had felt eased off and I gave a sigh. "Tài zāo. It doesn't matter." I couldn't help but frown, turning my head to look off down the rest of the hallway.

"I can't help but get a very unpleasant feeling about this place..." France suddenly muttered, and I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Had he finally felt something? That was a first, since he never had believed me before. I frowned at him, watching him rub his arms a bit. I turned and looked down the other hallway, chewing the bottom of my lip. I wanted out of this place...I wanted to leave with everyone, to see everyone wal-wait...what was I thinking?

"You've been really quiet for a while now..." There was suddenly a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to look at who had spoken. It had been France.

"Don't touch me." I growled, looking away, back down the hallway. He frowned, taking his hand back.

"Ce qui cloche?" he asked, switching to his own language for a moment, causing me to glare at him. "Is there something strange here?" I blinked at him, surprised. He really had finally felt something...and as much as I hated to admit it, he knew me a lot better than most of the other nations. He knew when something was wrong with me. But how would I explain...

"No." I said, wincing as my voice cracked. "There's nothing...or no one...at all." I knew from the looks that I was getting, that my point had not been made.

"Russia and the others are on the first floor..." China muttered, tilting his head as he looked at me.

"Yes, I know that." I nearly snapped, frowning. "When I said that there's no one here at all...I meant..." I paused, trying to figure out how to say what I needed. Explaining this was hard...hell, I didn't even understand it. "How...should I put it..." I muttered to myself, placing a hand on my chin.

"Put what?" China asked, holding his sleeve close to his face from habit. I took a second to figure out what to say.

"...It feels..." I started, choosing my words carefully. "as though everything has been consumed...There's just...nothing there. The very air feels heavy...with...with evil." I stuttered, looking up at the two.

"You mean you can't see the usual illusions?!" France said, and I watched his face pale a little. I blinked at him, surprised to find that it seemed he actually believed me for once. "If even illusions have been consumed...maybe we really should keep out."

"I agree..." China muttered, looking towards the stairs. "In that case, I'll go take a quick look upstairs." he turned his head to look at me. "what are you going to do, Yāpiàn?" I felt myself tense up at the name he chose to call me, but with how fidgety I was at the moment, I really couldn't keep myself to this floor. I wanted to know if the rest of the floors were like this...if they were lacerated with the stench of death.

"I...don't really want to stay on this floor." I replied, pushing myself forward towards the stairs. "I'll go upstairs as well."

"Quoi?" France looked a little panicked. "You're leaving me here all alone?" He huffed but then gave a smile. "Well, then when you're done, we'll meet here."

"All right. Then we'll leave the second floor to you." China said, nodding as he followed me up the stairs. I paused and checked my watch.

"Thirty minutes should be enough." I said, turning and frowning at France. "Don't fall asleep on us, you bloody frog." I pulled my sleeve down to cover my watch and rearranged my bag on my shoulder. France merely waved his hand as he walked off down the hallway.

"You can trust me~" he said, pausing for a moment to wave. "See you later, adieu~"

"Wait..." China paused and I turned to look at him lean over the railing to watch France. "You're starting from over there?"

"Yes~" the flirt replied, looking over his shoulder. "That other room is bad news, isn't it?" I frowned and nodded. "Then I'll leave it for later!" With that he disappeared around the corner. I felt that pit in my stomach churn as he did, feeling anxious at splitting up.

"Let's go, quickly." I muttered, turning to China and motioning for him to hurry up as I continued up the stairs. "If we make that git wait, he won't shut up about it."

"...You look pale." China pointed out, frowning at me as we made our way upwards. "You really hate it here...don't' you?" He quickly passed me, and I frowned.

"...I never thought I would envy people who can't see so badly..." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that? I didn't hear you." China called back and I raised my head, not realizing I had spoken out loud. I frowned.

"Nothing. You really are going deaf, aren't you?" I said, and he turned back to glare at me.

"I'm not that old!" he exclaimed, turning back and stomping up the rest of the stairs. I frowned and quickened my pace, relieved when my feet rested on the third floor...but this floor too had that stench.

"This is un-natural..." I muttered, running my finger along the wood and frowning when it came away completely clean. Not a speck of dust.

"Yāpiàn!" China suddenly called out and I turned, noticing a door open. He must have gone into this room and I took a few steps towards it. "Come take a look at this!" I peeked my head in and let out a short gasp.

"So many books..." I muttered as I stepped inside the room, finding myself in a huge library of sorts. Everything but the books were white, and I felt a little more at ease in this room. It didn't' have that...stench. "Japan would feel more at home..." I frowned, thinking about Japan and how he would have liked this room. China let out a rough sigh and I looked at him.

"I wish I was with Japan instead of here..." He commented and I glared at him.

"Even I would prefer Japan over you." I snapped back, crossing my arms. Then I remembered that China had texted Japan when we had come into sight of the manor. "That reminds me. Has he replied yet?"

"Replied to what?" China asked, and I put my face in to the palm of my hand. Honestly, he was so scatterbrained..."Ooh...you mean the last message I sent him? Last time I checked, I was out of range." He pulled out his cell, flipping it open and frowning. "Yeah. Out of range." I frowned and pulled my own cell out.

Out of Range. Please contact your service provider.

I clicked my tongue. That couldn't be good. I didn't like being in this place...what if we got stranded, and could not call for help if we needed it. Wait...what was I thinking? We were nations. We couldn't die.

"Same here." I muttered, frowning. "Perhaps the reception is bad? If Japan also wants to come over here, that would be a problem..." I paused, putting my cell back into my pocket. I didn't want anyone else here...I wouldn't be able to stand it if there were more people here. "We should leave."

"I don't think he'll come though." China said, placing his hand on his chin as he moved towards the other door in the room. "The last message he sent me was "Ki o tsukete" which means "Be careful". " He paused as he opened the door, looking over his shoulder at me. "I know him. He only says that to end a conversation when we're leaving."

"Alright...I hope so...oh, look. More stairs." I muttered the last part to myself sarcastically, knowing I'd have to go up them. China glared at me, before walking across the hall.

"Let's check this room." he said shortly, heaving the door open and walking in.

The moment I walked into this room, I had to place a hand over my mouth to keep from gaging. The stench of death was so thick in this room. I could almost taste it, and it was a rather foul taste. There was a distinct, faded odor of blood that filled my senses, making it almost impossible to focus.

"What a puzzle-aru..." I heard China mutter, and glanced over at him. He was standing over next to a piano, and as I laid eyes on that piano, I felt like I had been stabbed through the heart. I tried to calm the shakes that had begun in my body, stepping backwards towards the door.

"I..." I started to say, causing China to look at me. His face went from annoyance to worry in almost a second...and I figured I looked horrible. "Something...about this room gives me...a bad feeling" I stuttered, feeling the door against my back. Quickly I turned and opened it. "I'll...wait outside for you..." I left the room, leaning against the wall opposite of it. Why was I always the only one to ever feel these types of things? Why couldn't he feel it as well? Oh how I envied people who couldn't feel...couldn't see...Wait...

I looked around me, and noticed I was alone. Where...where were my friends? Had they stayed outside? Or...could I just not see them at the moment? Was this place...that bad? Had it swallowed my friends as well?

The door suddenly opened and I jumped, blinking widely at China as he closed the door behind him. He turned to me, and frowned.

"I couldn't figure it out." he said, and I frowned. "There are numbers on the keys...of that piano. They're all in a weird order though...and colored funny." I nodded slowly making my way over to the stairs.

"Well, then let's...go up the stairs. I want...to get this over with as soon as possible." I said, placing my boots on the stairs. For once, China was silent as he followed me up the stairs, and I felt the silence close in on me. The creaks of the stairs gave little comfort in the silence and the hairs on the back of my neck rose with each noise.

"Only two doors?" China muttered, tilting his head as we got to the top of the stairs. Thankfully there were no more stairs, and I frowned. I turned towards one of the doors, making my way over and opening the door. I found myself slightly surprised when it was a bedroom. The thought that this...dead place would be hospitable, but then again, it was in fact a house.

"Nà shì shénme?" China suddenly exclaimed, wandering over to something on the wall. I made my way over, following him and found a lever of some sort with three settings and a plaque next to it. I read it aloud

"Above us lies an endless field of Heaven

While we rest in the Middleground of Earth waiting for the day

Where we all Descend into Hell for the crimes that we have committed."

Blinking, I looked at the plaque and then to the lever. "What?" I asked, reading it again. "I...So Above...is Heaven, middleground is earth and descending into hell? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"...Better not move it down then." China said off-handedly and I gave him a glare. Was that supposed to be a joke? It wasn't a good one, and I turned to look at the rest of the room. This room as well...not a drop of blood, yet I could smell it. I couldn't stand it, so I left, barely catching the odd look that China gave me as I did.

I moved to the last room, opening the door and frowning. It was an office. I couldn't explain the feeling that I got in this room...so complex, so different and difficult. I spotted the red chair in the center of the room...

"Oh...this..." I started to say, but the words died in the back of my throat. God, why couldn't I speak today? The same thing had happened at the World Conference; when I got in a fight with that frog and afterwards, nothing I said came out right.

"What a creepy chair." China remarked, causing me to jump a bit. "It looks like a cursed chair I saw somewhere...can't remember where though." I frowned at him.

"You believe in curses...but not ghosts?" I asked and he frowned.

"Shut it Yāpiàn." he snapped back. I felt myself relax a little bit.

"...Still...we've come all the way to the fourth floor..." I muttered, looking around. "But...I can't find anything out of the ordinary..."

"...The bad feeling still isn't gone, is it?" China remarked, and I noticed he was looking at me. I swallowed and shook my head. He frowned. "Let's go back to France and go home, then!" I nodded, liking the sound of that idea. It was a very good idea, and I needed to see my friends again. I was worried that they had been consumed by this place, and I didn't know what I'd do without them. Without them I was lost...

"Yeah." I said, turning to go towards the door. "Well, let's-"

Bang!

The sound of a pistol going off nearly caused me to have a heart-attack right then and there. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up.

"The hell?!" I exclaimed, turning around trying to find the source of the noise. China also seemed on guard. I opened my mouth to say something else...

Bang!

Bang Bang!

Bang!

Bang Bang!

Six shots. Six shots in rapid succession and the noise was definitely familiar.

"That...sound..." I felt myself mutter, feeling the color drain from my face.

"Is it the sound of America's pistol?!" China asked quietly. I nodded slowly, feeling my hand tighten into a fist. "He sure fired a lot..." I felt myself get a bit annoyed at that. China was always pointing out the obvious, and at this point, it wasn't the best thing to do.

"That...That means...something must have happened, right?" I asked, frowning as I heard my voice crack. China frowned at me, waving a hand dismissively.

"In a place like this?" China said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "He probably fell for one of Russia's tricks. Tiānxiǎode é tā mā de diāozuān..." I frowned, double checking myself. It was true, America and Russia had a tendency to bicker a lot.

"...they do get carried away when they mess with each other..." I muttered, my mind so turned around. I couldn't think straight, couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. The stench of death had turned my senses upside down.

"Bù." China suddenly said, and I looked over my shoulder at him, noticing he was frowning as he looked at the red chair in the center of the room. "I feel that it's something different than messing around..." he muttered, and I realized it was meant to be under his breath. "anyways...let's join France and go see what happened."

I frowned at him, watching as he took a few more looks at the chair in the center of the room and then let out a sigh and waved a hand dismissively. I couldn't help but feel annoyed again. China was so full of contradictions, and I couldn't help but feel the need to snap back at him.

"If you insist." I said shortly, and he crossed his arm.

"I do, Yāpiàn." He snapped back and turned quickly to the door. I felt the pit drop in my stomach as he neared the door and knew that I did not want to be in this place by myself, so I quickly followed him, pushing past him in my rush.

"Whatever." I muttered under my breath, making my way down stairs. When my feet touched the floor of the second story, I looked around, frowning. France was nowhere to be seen, and I turned my head a few times. China came up behind me and leaned up against the wall, and I frowned at him, then pulled up my sleeve to check on my watch.

"Fifteen minutes late." I muttered, tapping my watch in annoyance. I frowned at how slow it seemed to be running. "Isn't that frog here yet?"

"What's the meaning of this?" China huffed, looking annoyed. "It shouldn't take this long to check out the second floor...is he really that incompetent?" I frowned a bit.

"He probably got tired of waiting and went downstairs." I offered, then scowled at myself. Was I really sticking up for the flirt?

"Well...he does get bored easily..." China muttered, then pushed himself off the wall and started walking off. "I'll check the rooms on this floor to make sure that we didn't miss him. Wait here."

"Or else we might miss each other..." I muttered, rolling my eyes and leaning up against the railing of the stairs. I watched him wander from room to room. He would open one door, then close it, and move to the next one. He disappeared around the corner, but soon returned with a shake of his head. He moved to the final rooms, disappearing into one. I grew bored, and tried to straighten the wrinkles out of my green coat. The creases were stuck in the material from where I had sat all day.

Slam!

I felt myself jump almost a foot into the air at the loud noise, and turned my body quickly to face whoever it was. It was China, stumbling out of the last room he had checked. I frowned, making my way towards him.

"Well, did you find him?" I asked, but he was silent, and didn't answer me. I stopped after a few steps, and noticed the bundle of cloth in his hands. I frowned, looking up at his face, and nearly took a step backwards. His face was almost devoid of color, pastely white, and his eyes were focused only on the bundle in his hands. "...Y-You look frightfully pale...What...what is this?"

"It's..." China finally looked up at me, opening his mouth as if to say something...but the words died on his tongue. He tried again, but with the same result. I frowned as he tried once more. "It's...Rìběn's clothes..." He muttered finally and I took a closer look. Indeed, it looked to be the same material that Japan's kimono was made of. "...it's what he was wearing when we left...but...it's all burnt..." I took the clothes out of his hands and turned them over, examining them. Definitely the same material, even the same color. I lifted it up, straightening out, and found that it was burnt. About half of the lower part of the kimono was burnt away, but the upper part was still intact. I frowned, noticing that one of the sleeves was almost shredded, and the middle of the kimono was stained with some sort of red substance.

"This...is blood...right?" I felt my voice falter, and the color drain out of my face. I turned my head up to look at China. "Wait...did you say they're...Japan's clothes?" I frowned. It was a Kimono, and it was the same material, but there was no way...

"Zhège dìdiǎn shì wéixiǎn de!" China suddenly exclaimed, and it took me a second to decipher what he had said. I realized that he was merely parroting something I had said earlier, that we shouldn't even be here. He quickly gathered the cloth out of my hands and made to walk back down to the first floor. "But if Rìběn's here, it's a different matter. I'll look for him and then go home." He passed me and I frowned, reaching out and putting a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him.

"C-Calm down, I say!" I said, and he turned to look at me with wide brown eyes. I frowned at him. "Try thinking about this logically. Why would Japan be here?" He faltered a bit, stuttering. "Look, we only came here because we went along with America's idiotic story, and had nothing better to do, right?" He pushed my hand away, almost glaring at me.

"That's why something is wrong!" he exclaimed, and I frowned.

"You said it yourself...didn't you?" I asked softly. "You sent a message to Japan. Even at the World Conference, he said "I'll see what I can do" which is what he says when he doesn't want to do something, right?" China frowned, looking down at the burnt clothing in his hands. "When we got to the mansion, you sent him a text to tell him that we arrived safely, and he replied with "be careful" only once...and he sent that from the meeting place."

"Oh..." I could tell China was giving in, frowning at the clothing in his hands.

"Think about it for a moment. He's probably at the meeting place right now, waiting for you to get back so that you two can go home together since you guys live so close. There's no way he could have gotten here before us." I explained, then realized how empty my words were, as if trying to convince myself of that. China didn't seem convinced, and he shoved the burnt clothing in my face. I nearly gagged from the stench of them.

"Th-Then how do you explain this?!" He asked, panic seeping into his voice. "These clothes are the same that Rìběn was wearing today! I know it! I remember because he changed out of his military uniform due to it being uncomfortable! Why would the same clothes be laying burnt in a fireplace?!" I faltered, unable to explain that. I was trying my best to think rationally and logically, but...once again China was making me doubt myself.

"Well..." I started to say, trying to figure out something to say. China didn't let me.

"France is missing. America was shooting at something...Zhè dìfāng qíguài de!" He reached over and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the stairs. "We need to talk to the others."

"All right. All right." I muttered, pulling my arm out of his grip. The chances of the clothes in China's arms being Japan's...they were low, but...why did I get that sinking feeling that they really did belong to Japan? What would that mean? I thought to the red stain on the cloth, frowning as I walked down the stairs. I knew very well what blood was, I was one of the few nations that knew that we could bleed...but this...this was too much, far too much. However, the clothes were far too burnt to tell for certain. I raised my hand to smell of it, attempting to decipher the scent that had rubbed off on my hand. I couldn't really tell, but something smelled...tangy.

"...Aiya...there's no one here..." China's mutter brought me out of my thoughts and I looked around. It was eerily silent as I turned my head. I caught the sight of bullet holes and made my way over.

"Odd. America may be an idiot, but he's an excellent shot." I muttered as China joined me. I fingered the holes in the wall, frowning as I confirmed the bullets inside. Using my fingernail, I pulled one out and placed it in my hand.

"I agree...Měiguó never misses." China muttered as I turned the bullet over in my hand, searching for that one sign that it was in fact from America's gun. I frowned as I found it. 'HERO' was engraved on the shell, and I felt the color drain from my face. "These are three shots that missed..."

I inspected the bullet holes, and lined up a trajectory. I took a few steps, and frowned, finding a scrap of beige thick cloth that I assumed came from Russia's coat. Close by that, I found a few drops of blood, and raised my head to look around.

"Bloody Hell." I muttered, frowning at where the last bullet hole's trajectory lined up. "Right next to the front door...If he was in trouble, why not just run out? He's such an idiot..." I couldn't help the worry seeping into my voice. While I often bickered with America, and I knew that he was nothing more than an idiot a lot of the time...I couldn't help but be worried about him. I suppose you could call it instinct, and this house didn't help that one bit. I got to my feet, and nodded to China. "Let's check around, see if they're near here."

"Yeah..." China muttered, looking more and more worried. He moved down the hallway, and opened one of the doors, peaking his head in before pulling it out. "Not in there...but there's a lot of books. If Japan was here, that'd be the place...there's even a table..."

"More books? Bloody hell...were these people librarians?" China gave a snort at that as we made our way down the rest of the hallway. There was a door there, and as I placed my hands on the handle, I frowned.

"Do you hear something?" China asked, frowning. I placed my ear against the wood.

"This is no good, da?"

"That's Russia's voice." I muttered, and shared a look with China. Whatever it was, Russia was not happy, and I quickly opened the door, taking a few steps inside. "Russia, is tha-BLOODY HELL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" I had come in to the room to find Russia and Canada standing by a counter, cornered by a rather large...monster. It looked almost like an alien, with skin a sickening pale grey color. Its head was large compared to its body, and from here, I could see it was completely naked.

"Dìyù shì shénme guàiwù?" China exclaimed from behind me, and it caused Russia to look over at us, smiling that...same smile he always smiled.

"Ah, you two took your time, da?" he asked, as if it was completely our fault that he was being attacked. "As you can see, we're in the middle of assault." He waved a hand dismissively as he turned his attention back to the monster, moving slightly to shield Canada. The younger nation was behind Russia, clutching Kumijaro the polar bear so tightly to his chest that the poor thing was starting to turn a little blue. His blue eyes focused on us for a moment.

"Y-you two..." he stuttered, swallowing as though he could barely speak. "b-b-better ru-" The boy didn't get a chance to finish as the monster lunged at them with almost unbelievable speed. Russia let out a curse in his native tongue and brought his weapon; a pipe that seemed to have been ripped straight from the tap, to block the attack. The claw cut through the flimsy metal like butter, shredding the man's sleeve in the process. Russia frowned, kicking the monster backwards as he took a look at the shredded sleeve...

"R-Russia!" Canada exclaimed, reaching past him to place a hand on the slowly reddening fabric. Russia's frown deepened.

"...Eto bol'no." he muttered, and after taking a second to figure out exactly what the other had said, I was surprised. He actually was admitting that something hurt, and for him to do that..."The water pipes in this place really are no good at all..." He tossed the two pieces of metal to the side as the monster regained itself. He reached into his cloak, and pulled out his own pipe, and I vaguely wondered how he had kept something like that. "Good thing I brought own one." Canada let out a sob as Russia pushed him further back behind the bigger man.

"It's no use!" the younger nation cried out. "Even if it's yours...it's nothing more than a tap!" The monster moved to pounce on the two again, and I felt anger well up in me. I wanted to join them, to help them so that they'd get out of this...but I couldn't place why I wanted to do this. I shouldn't have to worry about them, I shouldn't have to worry about anyone. We were nations after all, we couldn't die.

I frowned, pulling my spell book out of my bag. I normally wouldn't have resorted to this, but it seemed like the only thing to do. The monster let out a growl, bearing down on Russia, and I flipped the pages open to use a counter...but didn't get the chance. There was the sound of metal ringing in the air, and the monster had been blocked. Not by a water-pipe, but a sword. I felt slightly impressed.

"...Neat trick." I muttered, frowning a bit. China drew his own sword, but looked quite dumbfounded.

"How...How did the pipe turn into a sword?" the elder asked, and I shook my head slowly.

"You really are old..." I muttered, gaining a glare from China and a laugh from Russia as he pushed the monster back for the second time.

"Actually, this is sword cane. I ask Japan to make it for me." Russia said, weighing it in his hands. "This is first time I get to use it." his smile suddenly turned slightly sinister. "Is really sharp, no?" as if to set an example, Russia spun on the monster, using his sword to slice as much as he could.

"Whoa!" China exclaimed, focusing on the show instead of the damage. "That's nasty!"

"But it didn't cause any damage at all..." Canada pointed out and I watched China frown. I looked down at the book in my hands, wondering if I'd even be able to muster a spell or two. This place caused my concentration to go out the window...but I had to try, right? I had to at least try.

"L-Let's give them reinforcements!" I called over to China, then turned my attention to my spell book. I needed a specific spell...nothing too powerful, but still dangerous. Page thirty two would work.

"Xíng!" China exclaimed, and I looked up in time to see him dart forward; sword raised. I frowned and focused my attention on the spell I was weaving. The others rarely ever believed that I was magically inclined. They chose to believe in tangible things, and often made fun of me for talking about magic. America and France...and perhaps even Russia were the only ones to ever believe me...and I couldn't help but smile a little when I thought of the past.

I heard a cry and lifted my head, looking up just in time to see Canada go flying and hit the wall. It seemed he had been sideswiped, but only to get to Russia and China. I frowned, knowing that France would lose his head to know that Canada had been injured, so I quickly finished the spell, and let it go.

I felt the color fall from my face when there was only a small explosion, and that explosion was enough to get the monster's attention away from Russia and China, and put it on me.

"The hell?" I exclaimed as the monster turned its head to look at me with a pair of beady black eyes. "What happened to my magic?!" I didn't get a chance to search for an answer as the monster took a few steps backwards and let out a raspy noise and molded a bluish black ball in it's clawed hand. With a grunt, the monster threw it towards me and I immediately moved to dodge...

And fell flat on my face as the ball exploded and covered the entire room. I could hear the others cry out as they were engulfed in the same...blackness that now covered my vision. I felt my energy draining away from me, even as I tried to pull myself to my feet. My arm gave out from under me and I fell, unable to move until the nightmare cleared. As it did, I shakily got to my feet, turning my head to check on the others. Canada was trying to pull China away from the monster and Russia seemed to shake his head a bit, dusting off his cloak.

Bloody Hell. I was pissed. I was very pissed. No, I was far more than pissed. First the World Conference is a disaster. Then I'm forced to this place by America. I get a horrible feeling about this place, but does anyone listen? Noooo They don't. We hear gunshots, find everyone else is missing. And then we find this fucking monster...But the topper of everything? That happened to be the fact that my magic was almost gone!

I let loose a growl and straightened my green coat as I took a few steps forward. My anger was getting the best of me, but I was at the point where I could care less. If my spells weren't going to work, then I would just call upon my guardians. Surely they would come, surely they hadn't abandoned me.

"Come, my guardian spirit!" I exclaimed with a snarl. The area around me lit up like a firecracker, the book in my hand glowing bright green. The other nations stopped what they were doing as I worked my magic, but I barely noticed as the light around me slowly took form. The monster let out a growl and launched itself at me.

"England watch out!" Canada called out, but I frowned as the monster came in contact with the astral barrier that was now around me, taking the form of a large pair of wings. The monster was forced backwards and the wings released me, the rest of my guardian's body forming shortly after. The astral Pegasus let out a snort, walking around me, waiting for my command, and I couldn't help but grin as I set my sights on the monster.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I called out, leveling my hand with the monster. My guardian let out a excited whinny and charged, turning from an astral Pegasus to a lethal blow within seconds, and the explosion sent my hair flying backwards. I let out a huff, nearly falling to my knees from using too much magic. I frowned a bit, silently thanking my guardian but couldn't help but become worried. That blast wasn't as big as I had seen it, and it made me wonder if my guardian's powers were muted here as well.

"Kolhoz!" I heard Russia call out, and looked up in time to see the monster completely frozen. Russia must have called upon General Winter, and I let out a sigh. The monster shouldn't be able to do much more until it thawed, and it seemed Russia had the same idea, letting out a chuckle as he patted his gloves. Our reprise was short lived, as the monster quite suddenly broke free of the ice and sent chunks flying.

"Gah..." I winced in pain as some of the shards cut my face, then looked up, watching in horror as the monster went after the nearest nation it could get its claws on. "Canada! Look out!" I exclaimed, and the younger nation's head darted upwards. I instantly took off towards them, but I knew I would be too late...

"CANADA!" I heard someone call out, and right afterwards, there was a rather large fireball that exploded on contact with the monster. Everyone was sent back a few feet, Canada and the Monster were sent flying. I covered my face with my arm, and when I could see again, I looked around for the boy. He slowly came into view, nose bright red and his face a little cut up, but otherwise okay. His polar bear rushed over, leaping into the boy's arms and Canada buried his face in Kumijarou's fur.

"...Thanks Kumijarou...I owe you one..." I heard him mutter. I was about to go over and make sure he was all right, but I had no chance too. Canada had luckily been thrown out of the monster's range, but the rest of us were still in it, and that monster let out another one of those raspy noises.

It didn't take long for the attack to hit, sending darkness covering our vision. I felt my legs give, but didn't even have the energy to call out as I landed on my side. I felt so weak, so powerless. With my magic gone, I was completely useless...I could do nothing but watch as the darkness cleared from my vision and barely focus on Canada. The younger nation was fumbling with a pistol he had borrowed from America, and I felt the need to frown. Canada was not a good shot at all...no matter how many he fired, he kept missing. When he did manage to hit, it was his last bullet, and the monster turned on him with a screech.

I could do nothing but watch as Russia pulled himself to his feet clumsily, fumbling with his sword and pushing himself in the way of the monster, in between Canada and that thing. Canada fumbled with the next clip of the pistol, but couldn't seem to get it in, and I tried to push myself to my feet. I pushed as much energy as I could into my arms, but they would only support me half way. I couldn't get my legs to move at all.

I heard a chilling cry, and I looked up, watching Canada crash into a wall and his polar bear desperately try to rouse him. I felt panic in the pit of my stomach, and could do no more than look on as Russia fell to his own knees, huffing.

"Aww...too bad. It didn't work at all..." Russia managed to mutter, and I finally pushed enough energy into my legs to get myself to my knees.

"England, why aren't you doing anything useful?!" China asked, for once using my actual name instead of a horrid nickname. I raised my head to look at him, finding him staring at me with wide panicked brown eyes.

"Er...Sorry..." Was all I could manage at one time. "This place...it's blocking...my magic." I let out a cough, trying to force myself to stand right as China fell to his knees. "Looks like I...can only use...a small part..."

"What a troublesome place..." China muttered, hands on the bare floor. He raised his head up to glare up at the monster. "I have no strength left..."

As if hearing the comment, the monster turned to look at us, knocking Russia away like a fly. IT lumbered towards us, its footsteps loud. I tried to push more energy into my legs...to even try to scramble away...but my strength had been completely sucked out of me.

"Er...wait..." I started to say, falling backwards and feeling myself hit the wall behind me. The monster knocked China into the wall beside me, and the man let out a cough before falling. I felt what little color was left in my face drain away as I stared up at the monster's almost smug looking alien like face. Weakly I raised a hand to shield my face. I did not wish to see the final blow...I didn't want to see what would en-

"Watakushiha ni te o oku o kyoka shimasen yūjin-tachi!" a voice suddenly exclaimed, and my eyes snapped open to see the monster reeling backwards, a large gash on its forehead. There, standing in front of me, was none other than Japan, his sword drawn and dripping with the monster's blood. He scowled and darted forward again, pushing the monster backwards until he was standing in front of Russia.

"What...J-Japan?!" I couldn't help but ask, unable to believe that the other was truly here.

"Now everyone is together." He said off-handedly, yet politely, and I took in his appearance. He wasn't wearing the kimono that I had last seen him in, having obviously changed at some point into his military uniform. The edges of one sleeve were slightly torn, and as I watched him move, I noticed he wasn't putting all his weight on one of his legs. I couldn't help but frown a bit. "However, I'll ask you to wait a bit before we can talk properly."

"So you did come here!" China exclaimed, pushing himself upwards from being slammed into the wall. Japan gave China a short nod as an answer.

"You are all right, I suppose?" He asked, but refused to take his eye off the monster. "Excuse me while I deal with this...Thing, then." He tensed slightly as the monster regained its footing, but did not approach.

"B-but it's awfully strong..." Canada suddenly voiced, and I looked over, glad that he had regained consciousness.

"We'll help, da?" Russia suggested, managing to push himself into a standing position. Japan suddenly spun around and placed a hand on Russia's shoulder, pushing the other back down. I heard China suck in a breath between his teeth, and I blinked.

"No need to worry." Japan said airily, taking in everyone's conditions. His eyes went from Russia, to Canada, and then over to me and China. He frowned deeply. "It really did a number on you...didn't it?" he asked softly, then his face twisted into a snarl that made the hair on the back of my neck raise up. "Allow me to pay it back in kind for the injuries that you have sustained. This is quite a convenient opponent for me to unleash my wrath upon." With that said, Japan launched himself at the monster, not even giving it a second to react.

"Be careful, Japan!" I called out, trying to get to my feet. The only response I got was a snarl, which made me falter and land back on my knees. I turned to look at China, who was frowning.

"Bù wèn. Zhǐshì kàn." China muttered, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I frowned and turned my attention back to the fight, watching as Japan moved almost lightning fast around the creature, attacking and dodging so quickly I almost couldn't keep up.

Then it happened.

Japan dodged a rather fast strike from the monster, but seemed to miss his step, stumbling as he stepped on his leg the wrong way. Instantly he backed up a few steps, letting out a hiss of pain as the monster clipped his hand. He moved out of the way, and took all the weight off of his right leg, and brought up his sword close to his face. He closed his eyes and seemed to focus, then he said something that looked remarkably like 'how regrettable' before he took a breath.

"Look!" China hissed, and I watched as the air around him start to glow with a deep red hue. "Due to his nature, when he gets angry, his anger takes a visible, viable form around him..." China explained, and I focused on the red glow. It pulsed and grew with each passing second, and seemed to suck all the warmth out of the area. "he'll attack any second now..." I wondered vaguely how China knew this...but I didn't' get a chance to ponder it for very long.

Japan's eyes snapped open, and even from this distance I could see the brown orbs were full of hate, anger, and spite. The entire room seemed to freeze as he positioned his sword, and with perfect grace, leapt up and brought the blade down on the monster, the angry red aura around him exploding once it came in contact with the monster's grey skin. The explosion was so bright; I had to cover my eyes, bringing my hand to my face to shield it.

"Wow, it looks just like Canada now." Russia's voice caused me to lower my hand and I took a look at the damage. The monster was nothing more than a pile of burnt and charred remains that were slowly vanishing. China was already on his feet, making his way over to the others, and I focused my attention back to Japan. The elder nation was standing a little ways away, frowning at his sword and looking quite drained.

"Just say it disappeared, will you?" Canada replied, giving Russia a pout. I huffed, and pushed myself to my knees.

"...Igirisu-san...can you stand?"

I looked up quickly to find that Japan had made his way over to me, and was offering a hand to help me up, almost all traces of his former anger completely gone. I blinked at him a few times before hesitantly taking his hand and letting him pull me to my feet.

"Y-yeah...Thanks.." I stuttered, and he gave me one of his small smiles. I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out how I wanted to ask. He had called it by a proper name...though it wasn't that original...but it seemed that he had seen and/or battled it before...

"Of course." Japan said, and frowned at me. "Is there something wrong, Igirisu-san?"

"...Japan..." I started to say and the others came to stand around us.

"Yes? What is it?"

"...have you fought that thing before?" I asked, and watched his face twist into vague confusion. "That wasn't the first time, was it?"

"Nani?" Japan asked, looking at me as if I'd grown a second head. "What are you talking about? You have fought it before, too, haven't you? You got here first, after all."

"Rìběn, we haven't been here for more than an hour-aru." China muttered. "And...you. You weren't even supposed to be here!"

"True, if it is put that way." Russia said calmly and I frowned at him. "China sent message, da? Japan replied from World Meeting hall, ne?" Japan nodded slowly, shifting his weight from one leg to the other awkwardly.

"Hai. Ita-kun started saying that he wanted to come as well. Doitsu-san, Puroisen-san and I accompanied him. We weren't going to let him come on his own, he'd get lost." Japan answered.

"Eh?" a sound of disbelief came from Canada, and everyone turned to look at him. "But...I took three hours for us to get here from the Meeting Hall!" I blinked. "And we really have only been here for maybe an hour...It's a little odd, don't you think?"

"...There are many things we need to discuss..." Japan finally said after a moment. He frowned and turned towards the door. "There is a safe room on the second floor, we should go there for now." Japan moved to take a few steps but China reached out to grab his arm.

"Děng!"

"Nanisore, Chūgoku?" Japan replied, frowning at the other. I watched as the other Asian nation pulled out the remains of the cloth that we had found on the second floor, and Japan's face twisted in mild surprise.

"What about this, then? What's with these clothes of yours, aru? They're covered in blood!" China asked, his face twisted in panic.

"Oh..." Japan seemed surprised, blinking at the clothes. "Those are the clothes I threw into the fireplace." He smiled a little, almost in what seemed to be an attempt to calm China. "Why do you have them?"

"I found them when I went into that room!" China exclaimed, and I watched the exchange between the two. I noticed the difference in the two's personalities then, China had been worried sick, but Japan was acting like it was commonplace. "Aren't you...hurt?

At this I focused on Japan. I could tell that he was favoring one of his legs, and that monster had managed to get him at least once. I had been waiting for a question like this, but I hadn't wanted to ask it myself.

"...Ano...That is tomato." Japan answered, frowning and keeping his eyes downcast.

"Huh?" China looked stumped, and I felt my own face twist in confusion. I watched Japan wave a hand dismissively.

"I'm fine." Japan said, turning to take a step and wincing. I frowned again.

"...Japan." I muttered and he stopped again, turning to look at me. "You may be a good liar...usually, but you failed just then." he watched me for a moment, his brown eyes narrowing slightly and I couldn't help but wince mentally.

"...I'm not hurt too terribly." He finally said, turning his head away quickly. "Now. Let's join Germany and Italy, and I'll explain the situation to you." His face was creased with a frown as he quickly moved over to the door and peaked his head out, his hand on the handle of his now sheathed sword. I frowned, noticing a vague limp on his way to the door, but dismissed it as he motioned for us to follow him. Despite the limp, he moved along the hallway quickly, making it to the stairs and waiting for us. With every noise that we made, he seemed to tense up, his grip on his sword tightening just enough for me to notice. Once we were at the base of the stairs, he nodded seemingly to himself and started up them. His pace slowed drastically going up the stairs, and I caught a glimpse of a grimace on his face when we got to the top. With a sigh, I dug in the bag at my side and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol that I had swiped from America earlier.

"Here." I whispered, and Japan looked at me in mild surprise. I handed the bottle to him and he took it, looking at it in confusion. "It's Tylenol."

"...Thank you, Igirisu-san...but I do not need them." Japan said softly, giving me a smile as he gave the bottle back to me.

"It is obvious that Japan is in pain, da?" Russia said suddenly from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder at him. I caught China's worried look, and turned my attention back to Japan, who was frowning.

"I'll be okay." Japan said shortly, in almost an annoyed tone as he led us to a room on the second floor. "Wait here." I frowned as Japan disappeared into the room.

"...he's not fine." Canada suddenly spoke up, and I nearly jumped a foot into the air.

"Bloody hell, Canada! Don't do that!" I exclaimed, and his face lit up.

"Hey! You remembered me!"

"remembered who?" His polar bear asked and I felt a shiver go down my spine. That thing could talk?

"...Canada..." the boy muttered, the bright look on his face fading. I frowned, thinking about what he had said.

"...You have a point." I said, shaking my head. "When we got to the top of the stairs, his entire face was twisted in pain..."

"He's always like this-aru." China said, shaking his head slowly as he put his sleeve up to his chin. "If he's hurt...he hides it. Kě...I've never seen it this bad..." I opened my mouth to say something else, but the door opened and Japan returned.

"Inghilterra! China! Russia!" a voice said, and I found myself stepping backwards as none other than Northern Italy bounced out of the room, looking extremely happy at seeing us. Germany soon exited the room as well, shutting the door behind him.

"Hush, Italia." he said gruffly and Italy pouted a bit.

"This way, please." Japan muttered softly and led the way to a large room with a fireplace and a table.

"...This room..." China muttered under his breath as everyone took a seat at the table. I watched as Japan eased himself into a chair and Italy seemed to hover around him in worry.

"...Nihon...You shouldn't have left. Doitsu could have gone..." I heard Italy mutter, feeling my face twist in confusion. I never understood why Italy had adopted calling Japan and Germany by their Japanese names...but I pushed that thought aside as Japan waved a hand dismissively and Germany move to the fireplace.

"I'm fine, Ita-kun." Japan replied, giving the ginger-haired nation a smile. "Why don't you go help Doitsu-san with the fire? We could use a little warmth, don't you agree?" Italy seemed to battle with himself, before nodding in defeat and going over to Germany. Japan watched him for a moment, then placed his hands in his lap. "Gomen for making you wait, without further adeu, I'll explain the situation." I placed my head in my hands as I listened. "First, as you know I received a message from Chūgoku-san saying that you had arrived here."

"All you said was to be careful, though." China said as he nodded. Japan frowned a bit and leaned back in his chair.

"Italy thought it would be interesting, and wanted to come as well. German, Prussia, and I agreed that we couldn't let him come on his own, so we came here with him. When we got here, there was some sort of noise, and I went off to look at what had happened. While I was gone, the monster you saw before appeared and attacked the others." I heard Canada suck in a breath through his teeth as I looked over at Germany and Italy.

"W-were you all right after that?" I asked, directing the question to Italy. The nation blinked at me before shrugging.

"Yeah...somehow." Italy replied, turning his head away. "For better or worse...it seemed to be targeting me...and I'm good at running away so I got to escape~" He turned back to the fireplace. I frowned at him, noticing that he hadn't even said he'd been scared or anything.

"You got away?" China suddenly asked, and I blinked at him. "That thing was fast! Jīngrén..."

"In the end...while we didn't know the true nature of that thing...we all got together again and spent the night in this room." Japan said, looking down at his hands and letting out a sigh. "We had a sense of security because we had the key to it..."

"Noch'?" Russia muttered, and I turned my attention to him, noticing right off that his usual smile was completely gone from his face.

"Th-that really is odd...I mean we-" Canada started to say, and I looked over at him, as did everyone else causing him to falter. "Oh...I'm sorry! I'm not used to being heard...please go on."

"Nihon!" Italy suddenly called out and Japan raised his head to look at the other. "We ran out of firewood...Remember that box? Do you think we can burn it?"

"Hai." Japan replied, nodding and Germany reached over to pick up said box from the smaller's hands.

"Ja." Germany said as he tossed the box in. "Let's burn anything that can be used as fuel." I frowned a bit.

"We decided that one of us should keep watch, and Prussia kindly took up this duty." Japan let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "But...it must have been the sense of security...the three of us fell asleep quite deeply...When we awoke, Prussia was gone, and there were bloodstains in the hallway. I followed the trail...but..." Japan's face twisted in regret and Russia picked the rest of the sentence up for him.

"The trail ended." the burly man muttered, and Italy came over, sitting down next to Japan. He glanced at the one next to him periodically, his face twisting in something akin to worry.

"We tried looking for him...but we didn't want to lose anyone else..." Italy muttered keeping his head down. "Germany and I picked a spot to stay in while Japan went looking. And then he found you guys!"

"Yes, and that is what has happened to us." Japan finished, nodding his head, then turning to us in confusion. "Demo...I thought for certain that...America and France would be here with you." When Japan said America's name, I could hear the snarl of anger in his voice. I wondered why he was so upset at America.

"Yeah." I replied, nodding my head. "The six of us came here on America's suggestion and split up into two groups. Me, China, and France went to check the second floor, while the others looked around the first floor."

"We got a bad feeling while we were on the second floor-aru." China said, fiddling with his sleeve. "So, Yāpiàn and I went to check out the remaining floors. When we got back to the second floor, France was gone, and I found Rìběn's clothes in this room..."

"We came back to the first floor and found Russia and Canada fighting that thing. " I quickly interjected, frowning. I didn't want China getting upset again. "That bastard disappeared the first chance he got..." I muttered, frowning. Japan tilted his head, putting a hand to his chin.

"Hontōni?" Japan asked, then frowned as he looked at me. "I vaguely noticed it...but when I was fighting, that strange creature..."

"It resembles a friend of Americas." Germany said quickly, and I blinked before realizing it was true.

"That's right!" China exclaimed, frowning. "I noticed it the moment I saw it-aru! That's definitely it! But...what was its name again?" I felt confused. If China had noticed it then he would have said something then...The Asian nations were so confusing.

"T-Tommy...vasn't it?" Germany offered, looking a little confused.

"It was something close to that, I'm sure of it. They look identical." I replied. "I don't understand what America likes about that bloody thing. But still, do you think this was America's doing? He was the one who had heard the rumors about this place...he's the one that drug us to this blasted place." I scanned the nations present, and found myself focusing on Italy who was in the back frowning. He looked as if he didn't believe that America was behind this...but then again, he wasn't the brightest of nations anyways.

"I see!" Italy suddenly exclaimed, surprising me. I saw Japan twitch out of the corner of my eye. "So...this is a prank of America's that's gone too far...Well...in that case, we should go find him!" Germany moved over to Japan, offering him a hand to stand as everyone else stood up.

"Ah...Doitsu...I'm okay, don't wor-"

"You're mistaken."

I found myself jumping slightly at the voice, turning my head to look at who had spoken. It had been Canada, and he was staring at everyone, the only one still in his seat. He narrowed his blue eyes behind his glasses and clutched his polar bear a little tighter.

"Huh?" I asked, looking at him in confusion. What could he mean by that? His eyes narrowed a little more as he looked at each one of us. He shook his head slowly.

"...That's not Tony."

LANGUAGE KEY:

Zhè shì yúchǔn: This is silly
Angleterre: England
Tài zāo: That's too bad
Yāpiàn: Opium
adieu: Farewell
Nà shì shénme?: What is that?
Tiānxiǎode é tā mā de diāozuān: God Knows Russia is tricky
Bù: No
Rìběn: Japan
Zhège dìdiǎn shì wéixiǎn de: This place is dangerous!
Zhè dìfāng qíguài de: This place is weird!
Xíng!: Okay!
Watakushiha ni te o oku o kyoka shimasen yūjin-tachi: I will not allow you to lay a hand on my friends
Bù wènZhǐshì kàn: don't ask. Just watch
Děng: Wait
Kě: but
Jīngrén: amazing

ORIGINAL AUTHOR COMMENTS:

Well, there's chapter four. I hope it's better than I feel it is. I'm not entirely happy with it, but I re-wrote it twice. I know for a fact that I only got about half of England's personality. But I can live with that.
Read and Review please, I appreciate any feedback that you have that may help me in my next few chapters. Does anyone have a suggestion on who's PoV I should do next? Japan, or Italy? Or maybe another country?