The night was growing old, and the sun climbed furiously to the sky. It's rays glowed in the darkness. The wind was calm, but disturbed by something. It was unsettling to be very silent.
Romano fidgeted around in the looming grass, and sounded groans ever so often. Prussia glanced nervously about. Was the something bothering?
Romano observed him, curious. The albino seemed troubled by something, and he wanted to know.
Lifting himself off the dirt, he padded towards him. Gilbert dropped away from his mind back to reality.
"We must go..." His words were drowned by alarming thumps up the valley. Lovino faltered slightly.
"What's that?" His accent quivered with worry.
"Run!" The Prussian tugged the Italian away in a heaving rush.
Lovino stumbled to follow the German. Confused by the unfinished reasoning, he took a swift look back, then forward.
Prussia dragged the Italian through the high grassy fields. His hands clutched Romano's with worry.
"They're coming for us..." he trailed off. Romano gave him a puzzled look.
Without explaining whatsoever, he continued in his rush to leave.
Lovino faltered hesitantly. Not sure if he should, he decided to keep a cautious lookout.
The two crawled around into even higher grass. It itched the lad's sides.

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"What's going on?" Romano's gaze shifted along the tips of the plants that sheltered him from danger? What was Prussia hiding from him?!

Poking at the other, no response came. Only a motioning hand told him to scoot up to peek through a bush over the hill. Romano dragged upward pushing to see a vast land lined up with men holding torches and swords lifted above heads. Next to the men were lion sized dogs seeming like chimera in a way.

A lean body with glossy fur shielding battle scars from the dying light. The boy could just hear them let out giant rasped breaths from their large gaped mouths wielding the finest butchers' knives for teeth. Either way, he was glad he was pulled along.

"What are those?" He dared to ask, frowning at the sight. The other shook his head disapprovingly.

"Those are the huntsman and their tracker dogs."

"They come every night to clean up any poor fools who get washed up in this void-" He trailed off looking downward.

"Anyways, let's go. We need to get as far away as we can before we end up as the special meal for one of the mongrels." Gilbert pulled away, back to sneaking off. Romano followed around pondering in his thoughts.

He wondered how long his friend had been in this unforgiving place. He couldn't imagine him being here to long after his country perished away. In fact, he was around for probably another hundred years. So when did he get here?

"Hey, Gilbert? Can I ask you something?" He stared at his back for a moment.

"Sure, buddy!" He veered.

"If you don't mind me asking, but how long have you been here exactly?" Gilbert beamed down. His eyes dulled then he gazed at the rising moon.

"I don't know really..." loneliness paled on his snowy skin. He grinned to pained to think.

"Maybe a couple months, I know it wasn't so long, but it was a while ago." Romano looked at him wide eyed. It was unbelievable for him to be here in this hellish place for a big sum of time.

"I'm sorry, I-" Too sad to speak, he started to sob unconsciously. Gilbert patted his shoulder, nudging him forward.

"Shhh, it's alright. Let's get out of here first; then we can talk."

The two wandered aimlessly into a forest that seemed far from the hunters. They spent the night under the stars and wide tree tops instead of a expensive hotel that was reserved for staying in other countries after meetings. Nature quieted as of the night is always long when you're alone.