China had run straight for Japan. He slid, stopping right next to him. Japan blinked, trying to keep the dizzyness away. "Stay awake, aru. Okay?" Japan collapsed against China's shoulder. "Hai," he said quietly. China pulled out a wrinkled gauze pad and pressed it against Japan's injury.
Britain and Canada were trying to get America to stand. "Come on, you bloody wanker, get up." America inhaled sharply. "Okay." They pulled him to his feet, and he swayed. They led him to the rest of the group, for there were no more soldiers living.
China had Japan hold the pad against him, then he picked him up bridal style, and though it was a little awkward, he did it anyway. It turns out, the countries had been held hostage on a mountain in Canada. Canada did a mental face palm. They went down the road, which was steep and slippery.
France stopped, looking at a oddly shaped rock and smiling. Britain scoffed. "What on Earth are you smiling for, frog?" France took a swig of wine. "Because, Angelterre, I found where we hid ze Jeep." It was covered in snow, and Germany had to floor it backward to get it out of the ditch.
China sat next to Japan in the backseat, and Canada sat on Japan's other side, America to his left. Germany drove, Britain rode shotgun, and France, Prussia and Russia had to sit in the outside seats in the back. France pouted, but Russia was fine with it, he never got cold from snow.
The Jeep rumbled down the road, shaking and sliding.
"You crazy bastard! We're going to die! Moi beautiful face will die!"
"Shut up frog!"
"What?"
"I said, SHUT UP FROG!"
"You know, aru, this isn't really the time.."
"The not-as-awesome-as-me China's got a point."
"You know vat? I'm driving, and ze driver says for everybody to shut it!"
"I think I see why Romano calls you potato bastard."
"..."
America thought he was going to puke, or pass out. Either one. Canada kept pressing fabric against his bullet wound, which had reopened, and that just kept him awake. Canada gasped. "China?" There was a rustle. "Yes, aru?" Canada moved. "Is this bad?"
"Oh no."
"What?"
"Aru, can you go into the basket by your feet and bring out the green bottle?"
Some clinking.
"Got it."
"Chaps, what's going on."
"Aru, America's bullet wound looks infected, probably from the cold."
"Shit."
America was just tired. Someone poked him. "Hey, America, you can't sleep." He groaned, and laid his head back. There was a huge bump. Then an angry shout from the outside. "Hey, watch it! Zere are still people back here!"
Germany muttered something. The jolt had made Japan dig his fingers into the seat. He tried meditating, but the pain kept distracting him. America had grunted softly, and Canada just felt bad. There was a loud screech. Then another shout. "Bruder! We have unawesome company!" A shot tore through the backseat, and through the windsheild.
Germany floored it, making the whole car shudder and groan. "Are you sure that's wise?" asked Britain, who was looking a bit pale. Germany looked at him. "No," he replied. Russia had no gun anymore, he had left it in the car, and France was just freaking out, while Prussia fired off shots at the black van speeding after them.
Canada saw Russia's gun and grabbed it. He was a good sniper shooter. Russia saw this and pulled France's head out of the way. Canada fired, the bullet's puncturing the va's wheels. The skidded, and crashed off the side of the road.
Cold air whipped through the car. Everyone was breathing, the adrenaline draining from their systems. They drove down the mountain, and crossed the border into America.