I wanted to surprise you all with a super early update that'd make you crap your pants due to amazement, but that didn't happen of course. I had it almost ready but then, I got my computer taken away for several months, three, almost four to be exact. Don't go hating on my mom though. I will admit to being slightly insane. And for that reason, I might disappear again at some other point in the course of this story. So, I apologize beforehand for that.

Also, regardless of what you guys tell me to do, I refuse to write the way people speak. If that makes any sense. If not, here's your elaboration. For example, I don't write my perspective like: "Welp, this here iiis how I actually speak in real life. However, there is no reason why I should type tuh match m'voice b'cause I don't intend to talk like a dumbass. I change that fer when I write." I'm not gonna write Japan where he mispronounces his Ls because it's implied that he is, considering that's how he talks. He's friggin' Japan, use your imagination! When Sweden finally makes an appearance (not in this chapter), I'm going to write how he means to speak, not how he actually talks. You know what that means? VOWELS! :D

And this chapter is freaking terrible, I have no clue what to do about it but it's just freaking terrible. I sincerely apologize. I'm trying to introduce the characters kinda like two at a time so you guys don't like die. I hate it when all of a sudden, every nation is in the story and I'm kinda just like WUT. It makes me switch stories and find something less weird and confusing to read. And I sure as hell don't want that.

LAST THING: I'm a bit confused about these pairings. There's so much I can do here. Canada-wise, I really like PruCan but also AmeCan and kinda sorta FranAda. For America, I like USUK and AmeCan. For Britain, I like USUK and FrUK. France- FrUK and FranAda; FrAin is okay, but SpaMano is way better and I'm keeping them together no matter what in this. Prussia- PruCan and PruHun, Germancest as just a fuckbrothers kinda theme. Hungary- PruHun, Hungary/Austria, Hungary/Belgium. Austria- Hungary/Austria, Switzerland/Austria. So it's the whole America, Canada, France, Prussia, Britain, Hungary Austria thing going on here. I could keep it as (will be referred to as SET 1) PruCan, USUK, France is a loner, Hungary/Austria or Hungary/Belgium. OR I could switch it to (will be referred to as SET 2) AmeCan, FrUK, PruHun, Austria/Switzerland, Belgium/Netherlands. Also, (referred to as SET 3) FranAda, USUK, PruHun, Austria/Switzerland. I'm unsure about this so, let me know in a Review preferably or a PM which you prefer. Or if you can mix and match a few of the above pairings so that it still functions as a story, that'd be fine as well, great in fact! It just can't clash. Meaning, don't suggest FrUK and USUK and AmeCan because I am really picky about my Yaoi (as well as Yuri and Hetero but those may not happen) and I don't like sex without love. I'm totally into bondage and all that awesomeness for future reference, but as long as the two, (while on the subject, NOT THREE, NOT FOUR: TWO) guys don't love each other, it's a big no-no. That means I don't support multiple pairings at once including the same character(s) in one work of fiction. For example, America can't be in love with Britain, have sex with him, then turn around and do the same to Canada. That's an annoyance and a turn-off from that particular story to me. And if America can't choose whether he loves Britain or Canada, he loves neither. If he really loved Britain, Canada couldn't even compare to him because he would have such bountiful and abundant love for only Britain. If love actually did exist, that would be it. Not meaning to offend, this IS coming from a single, asexual teenage chick so it's not like my opinion matters all that much. And I have plotlines figured out to manage any of the pairings and how they turn out, it's 100% your pure preferences and all that. It's no more difficult for me to change USUK and PruCan to FrUK and AmeCan than it is to leave it. And that's a random example. Anyway, HELP ME PLEASE! Thanks!

Thanks to all of my reviewers/readers/subscribers/favouriters as well, I love you for bearing with me on this huge wait and I hope you continue to read it.

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Antonio awoke to Lovino restlessly moving on top of him, investigating his surroundings. He sat his torso up; his lower half trapped under the smaller Italian and groaned, "What is it, Lovi?"

"Gah!" Lovino screamed, realizing that Antonio was underneath him. He quickly got up off of him, standing a few feet away from the Spaniard. He brushed himself off quickly and added, "Sorry, I just forgot about the crash and everything. I was wondering why I'm not sleeping in at a five star hotel right now, instead of on top of a creepy bastard in the middle of a jungle on a deserted island." He sighed to himself.

"I'm sorry about that," Antonio whispered in a legitimate apologizing tone.

Lovino cursed, "Shut the fuck up, it's not your damn fault. Unless you were the idiota piloting the plane, or if you secretly bombed the plane, it's not like you did anything wrong."

"I guess, but still Lovi, I feel bad for you. Where were you going before all this happened?" Antonio commented.

"It was a connecting flight where I had to stay overnight, but I was going with my brother Feliciano to live with my grandparents. My dad abandoned us because we were too much of a burden for him to have around when he's on the run. I don't blame him; I'm surprised he didn't leave us earlier. But I don't get why he couldn't have waited a few years so that I could've just moved out legally like everyone else. If he's been dealing with us since Mom died nine years ago, you'd think he could handle us a bit longer but I guess not."

"That must be terrible for you," Antonio commented in a sad voice, "But you said that nine years ago, your mom died. If you were seven, wouldn't that make you," He began counting on his fingers for a few moments before adding in an uncertain manner, "sixteen?" He made a nervous face which made the younger Italian realize that he was A LOT younger than Antonio had thought.

Lovino looked down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably and muttering, "Yeah, bastard. Got a problem? How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-five," Antonio answered lowly, choosing to ignore the rhetorical threat he had heard.

Romano stared at the older man, "Twenty five? Shit, that's like ten years older than me! The hell?! You're a fucking old man, what the hell are you doing with me?" Lovino was freaking out and making a lot of rapid hand gestures to enhance his rage, which was beyond Antonio's comprehension, so he grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to calm him down.

"Lovi, what's wrong? Why are you so angry and everything; it's not a big deal!" Antonio assured him.

The Italian didn't want to hear it, "Damn it, of course it's a big deal! You're nine years older than me and you've been hitting on me! Jesus Christ, I you're a damn pedophile!"

"LOVI!" Antonio interrupted, "I'm not a pedophile, calm down, please! What does my age have to do with anything? I don't think your age matters to me when I'm in love with you! And apparently, it didn't matter to you until a few minutes ago!"

Romano's heart skipped a beat. Did Antonio just say that he was in love with him? Love at first sight and bullshit like that was just that: a load of bullshit, right? But Antonio- he had said it with such conviction, such intent, that Lovino had no other choice than to believe it. The younger Italian scowled and murmured, "I guess it isn't as much of a big deal as I made it out to be. You're still a fucking bastard, though." Lovino was tired of this conversation so he added on, "Back onto our previous conversation, where were you going on the plane?"

Antonio rubbed his temples and said in a surprisingly cheery voice, "I don't even know. I was having a rough time back home with a bunch of people, so I sold my house for way less than I could've gotten, packed a suitcase and got on the first plane out of there with my two best friends, Gilbert and Francis. It was a really random trip; I didn't even care where the plane was headed as long as I got out of that place."

"Oh. Weren't they the stupid bastards on the plane in front of you that were annoying as hell?" Lovino asked, as more of a statement.

Antonio chuckled, "Si, I guess so. They're really nice and funny though when you get to know them… kind of like you!" Lovino just glared at him, then head-butted him, muttering something like 'stupid bastard'.

"You should go see them though. They're probably having fucking panic attacks or something without you. Also, I've got to see how Feli is doing. So… I'll see you around then, I guess," Romano suggested, walking out of the jungle.

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Kiku sharply awoke up to a Greek man on top of him, lips on his own, performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His eyes shot open and the brunette got up, telling him to keep coughing up water. Kiku stopped choking after a while and began speaking to his rescuer, "Domo arigato, you have just saved my life. I am forever in your debt for this."

The Greek just stared at him blankly, and said in a calm voice, "No need to be so formal. You can call me Heracles, and I just did what anyone else with common sense would do. I wouldn't leave anyone to just die right next to me."

"Still, arigato gozaimasu Heracles-san. My name is Kiku, I am glad to meet you," The Japanese man stated, still remaining formal, despite the wishes of Heracles.

"Good to meet you as well. Are you okay? No other injuries, nothing hurts?" Heracles asked Kiku, still in a lazy voice despite the fact that it was a serious and possibly problematic question that had a lot of feeling put into it.

"No, I'm fine. Where are we?" Kiku questioned.

The brunette clarified, "A deserted island. Our plane crashed in the middle of nowhere and we are trapped here."

Kiku nodded in acceptance then added, "Have we contacted anyone?"

Heracles shook his head no, saying, "The radios are down. Nothing is working. It seems like we're going to be stuck here for a while."

"And you don't mind?" Kiku asked, in disbelief.

"I'm quite neutral about it all. I'm alive, that's good enough for me, I don't know about you. I'm thankful to be living." The Greek shrugged.

The Japanese smiled, "Hai, we are lucky we survived."

YES EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER! I think most of it is my A/Ns. But until I get feedback on the whole pairings situation, I can't write any more because that will reach the point of no turning back. Sorry!