The two other nation turned around to see Dr. Molniac with one arm around America's neck, and the other was pressing a 9 mil to his temple. They knew the it wouldn't kill him but they couldn't let Molniac know that. They stopped. "You move, and I'll blow his head off." They put their hands up. "Okay," Britain said cautiously.
Molniac grinned cruelly. "Good." Then America yanked Molniac's hand down from his neck, flipping him over his head and onto his back. America walked forward, and Canada took his wrist and they ran out the door into…..snow? They just kept running and shots rang out.
America felt a burst of pain in his shoulder, right above his heart. He yelped, falling forward into the snow. "America!" There were shouts and he knew they wouldn't leave without him. He waved them away. "Go!" He felt Canada's soft hands in his, trying to pull him to his feet. "No!"
He cried out, falling back onto the ground. He could feel the hot wetness of blood seeping all over him. He heard the guards run closer, and he pushed the other countries away from him, which hurt. "Go!" Canada started to cry, but he heard their footsteps in the snow recede from him.
He sighed, then tried getting to his feet. He was still planning on getting out of there. He slowly got to his feet, and he almost smiled. He took a step toward where he had been running, and started to try and jog or something.
He kept going until he noticed it seemed slightly warmer in the frigid cold. He put an arm out to feel around, when he felt the roughness of a tree. He patted it and used it to direct himself forward. He tried going at a not quite so slow pace, cause well, when you have guards on your ass, you don't stop to sniff the flowers.
He kept going until he was exhausted. He couldn't feel his fingers or toes. His feet were soaked from the snow, and the blood has dried all over his shirt and hand, but he kept pressing against it because he could still feel blood flowing. He then fell face first into a bush. "Ow," he mumbled to himself. He got up, which caused a sharp pang in his bullet wound.
He winced. For hours he stumbled around, bumping into things, slamming into things, tripping over things, ect. He wasn't good at this blind thing. He could actually start to feel the trees around him. It was weird.
He was walking quickly, when suddenly he felt the ground go steeply downhill. He was going down when someone grabbed his shirt and yanked him down. He landed straight on his back, knocking the wind out of him. "Found your own way out of there, da?" He frowned. Russia? No way.
"Russia?" He didn't hear anything for a moment. "Da. Where is England and Kanada?" America sat up, shivering. Something warm draped around him. "Thanks. I don't know, I got shot and made them go ahead of me." There was a pause. "Amerika? Can..can you see me?"
The expression on his face must have said everything. "Oh. I shall bring you back to the others, da?" He frowned. "Others? Who's with you?" There was the crunch of snow. "Hmm, there's France, Ja-pan, Germany, Prussia, and China."
Russia inspected America. He saw the bullet wound, but that would have to wait. He took America's uninjured arm and led him back to camp. He had been on a simple reconisance when he saw America, wounded, cold, and about to fall down a gulley. He thought he was dumb or something, until he saw that America would have immediately recognized him, but he was blind.
He pulled him back to camp. He whistled three times, the call to let everyone else know he was one of them. "I found Amerika!" he called. Immediately everyone came out of hiding. France's eyes widened at the disheveled American. "Sacre bleu!" Germany saw the blood and poked Prussia. "Vould you get the bandages we brought with?"
For once, Prussia didn't argue. Japan looked relieved yet shocked at the same time, which was a big deal since he was the no-showing-of-emotion type. They sat him down by the fire. He flinched, fear flashing across his face when he felt the heat. "Vat is it America?" America shrugged it off.
"Nothing, it's...it's fine." Prussia groaned on the inside. He grabbed a stick that was warm from being close to the fire, and poked America with it. America yelped and stumbled backward, looking nearly terrified. China glared at him. "Aru! This is not the time!" America, realizing it was nothing, exhaled shakily. He would have looked around, had he been able.
"Why would you do that?" he whispered. Now Prussia just felt guilty. He didn't say anything. America didn't seem like really wanted an answer anyway. "Okay, Amerika, where did Kanada and Igland go to." America frowned.
"I was trying to go after them, so they would have been ahead of me." France took a sip from the flask of wine he brought. "Shall we search ze forest, or at least in the direction Amerique was going?" There were nods. "Alright zen. Japan, stay here with America, everyone else, come with me," Germany said.
"Hai," Japan said, bowing. He didn't like it too much, for he was an experienced fighter, whereas, France, was not. But then again, it is not so bad to stay with America-san. America didn't like the idea of sitting by the fire, but Japan, with the help of the cold, coaxed him closer to it.
Japan wrapped bandages around his chest to hold a gauze pad over the bullet wound. Japan found the scars, but said nothing.