Canada felt so guilty. He had left him. He had left his brother. They just kept going, though they were freezing. They found a gulley, and climbed down the rocky wall. They were going to keep going, when something caught Britain's eye. It was a small, cave-like crevice. "Hey, look. We can stay there for a while.
Luckily the floor of it wasn't covered in snow. It was a little warm and covered in dry pine needles. They climbed up and in. It was slightly awkward but they were cold, so they sort of snuggled together. Canada reminded Britain of America before the Revolution. He exhaled, watching the cloud fade away. Damn it was cold.
Then there was the clatter of small rocks hitting the bottom of the gulley, and both countries peeked out to see what was going. They saw America, tired and frozen, trying to figure out where he was going. Their relief turned to panic. He was going to fall. As they were about to shout out, America was yanked down and he vanished.
Canada gasped. They immediatly stepped out into the cold again. They shivered. "We have to get back up there!" Britain sighed, looking at the gulley's wall. "We can't climb back up." Canada looked at him in fear and desperation. "But what if he got caught! I left him once, and I don't wanna do it again."
Britain made him look at him. "Hey! If he had gotten caught, we would have heard their guns, and a lot more people. He may have just slipped or something. We are going to try and go back up another way, and see if we can find him, alright?"
Canada was shaking, but he nodded. They started going to the right, in the direction America was. They couldn't go very fast, because the rocks on the gulley floor were pretty sharp, and they were careful not to cut their feet. Soon, they had to stop and huddle under a ledge, rubbing their feet and hands so they didn't get frostbite.
They slept for a while, and woke up cold still. They were pretty tolerant of it, their countries weren't exactly the most warm on the planet. They did find a way up that day, but it was on the other side of the gulley, and it was pretty risky. Britain went up first, clinging onto footholds and pulling himself up on thin ledges.
Little rocks rained down and Canada had to move to avoid being cut too much. Britain hauled himself over the ledge, and onto the other side. He looked down. "Okay, come up," he said. Canada nodded, and started to climb. He was about halfway up when one of the ledges crumbled and he had to pull himself up so he didn't fall. At the top, he was about to pull himself over, when the ledge broke.
His eyes widened, and he fell. Well, almost. Britain grunted with exertion, and tried pulling Canada up. Canada cried out from being jabbed in the side on the broken ledge. Canada was able to pull himself up, and Britain rubbed his arm, and was thankful it didn't pop out of place.
They sat there, panting for a minute. "Thanks," Canada said. Britain shrugged. "You're welcome. Come on, let's go find that bloody git."
France shivered in his fuzzy coat. "It's cold," he whined. Germany shot him a look. They continued on, the snow seeping into their boots, or more accurately, France's. Prussia kept muttering about how this was so unawesome.
They found the gulley, and followed it on the side. There was a snap, and they froze. Then Britain and Canada came out. Canada smiled in relief and ran to France, who wrapped him in a hug. He felt Canada's hands, which were a light blue. They were freezing.
Germany tossed France a sweater and France wrapped Canada in it. Canada gasped at how warm it was. Britain got a sweater. Russia said nothing, just looked out into the snow. China pulled out an extra pair of gloves and gave them to Britain. The two frozen nation shuddered, and the others led them back to camp.
Japan and America were sitting at camp when there was the sound of voices. They didn't recognize them. Japan quickly tossed snow on the fire, and America sat frozen in fear. Japan pulled him to his feet and they hid behind a boulder nearby.
A group of about 12 guards came and inspected the camp. One of them knelt by the snow covered fire, then rose and muttered something to another one. He cocked his gun. The rest followed suit. Japan's eyes widened, and his hand tightened around his katana.
He decided against it, and took America's wrist, and they snuck away. After about 20 feet, they began to run. There was a shout, and shots fired, echoing in their ears.
They were almost there, when they heard gunshots. "Oh mon dieu!" Russia looked slightly on edge. "We left Ja-pan and Amerika there," he said. Canada's heart raced with panic. Shouts echoed, and they ran after them. The camp was empty and there were inprints of boots everywhere. Everything had been looked through, but then there were empty gunshells in the snow.
They ran after them, Germany pulling out a rifle, Prussia a shotgun, and the others hand guns. They found a clearing. What they saw was heart pounding.
Japan had halted in a clearing, for three men had emerged from the trees in front of them, guns trained on them. He pulled out his katana flipping it over his wrist and around his arm to have it land back in his hand.
The men surrounded them, and he and America were back to back. One fired and he hit the bullet with his blade, knocking it to the side. Another fired, and another. He grunted, trying to make sure the bullets didn't hit them.
Another had a net launcher. He fired and a net collapsed on them. America yelled, and Japan sliced through it with his sword. They shot at Japan and a bullet hit him in the gut. He doubled over, and his katana was yanked from his grasp.
He pressed a hand against the wound, and they were dragged to be dropped onto the snow. "Show your wrists." They refused, and America was kicked. Japan was punched. America coughed, drops of blood showing boldly against the soft whiteness. Japan winced, but said nothing, and neither of them moved. Two of them placed guns to the back of their heads. They didn't move. Suddenly, the two with the guns to their heads cried out, dropping to the ground.
Japan looked up to see the rest of the group running out of the trees, firing off bullets and dropping soldiers. America grunted, pressing his blood soaked bandages. He bent over, trying to keep a level head. Japan was losing a lot of blood, a pool forming around his knees.