Like I said, from now on, unless it does not use a character name as a chapter name, it will be 1st person with the narrator as a chapter title.

Last time I'm saying this, DISCLAIMER IS IN THE OTHER CHAPTERS! Get used to it. YOU try writing this and RE-WRITING THE FREAKING DISCLAIMER EVERY SINGLE TIME at MIDNIGHT OR LATER while trying to finish quickly. GOOD FRICKING LUCK.

... okay, rant over, sorry bout that. sorry if the grammer sux, i spent all day being miserable, i can't sleep, and i stopped caring.

"Dammit! What the hell do they want with us?" Lovino yelled furiously. I winced.

"Lovino," I said, trying to be louder than my usual whisper-like voice, "maybe we should try to escape."

"What? America, for once you actually had a good idea, dammit."

"... Not America," I grumbled. Almost everyone either ignores me or mistakes me for America. It's really annoying.

"Oh," Lovino said, sounding surprised. "Then who the hell are you?"

"Canada."

"Right."

For a minute, neither of us spoke. We could hear those three kids approching. Apparently, I looked like a sack of potatoes to them, because they dropped something heavy right on top of me.

"OOF! Maple!" I squeaked.

The three demon kids laughed. "Well," the girl managed between fits of giggles, "let's go get some more. Oogie Boogie said 'The more, the merrier.' Right, Lock? Right, Barrel?"

"Right, Shock!" the two boys chorused.

"Right, then!" the girl, apparently Shock, declared. "We're off!"

Their footsteps (and cackling laughter) faded into the distance once more. I wiggled out from under the heavy... whatever-it-was on top of me.

"Is anyone there? Hello?" I heard France's voice ask shakily.

"Wine Bastard? Is that you? Dammit!" Lovino demanded

"Lovino? Where are we?" France asked.

"How the fuck should I know?" Lovino responded.

"Hang on, you guys! I think... YES! My pocketknife!" I cried triumphantly.

"America?"

"No, idiota, that's Canada! America's BROTHER!"

"Oh. Really? That was my next guess."

"SHUT UP, WINE BASTARD! ... Anyway, you were saying, Canada?" Lovino prompted, sounding irritated.

"I found my pocketknife! I think I can get us out!" I repeated. "Hang on..."

Aiming away from the others, I jabbed at the bag, slicing it open. I crawled out and looked around. We were in some kind of graveyard. The moon was full, casting its eerie light over everything. I crawled towards the nearest bag and cut the strings binding it shut. Crawling to the other bag, I repeated the process and tugged the bags open.

France crawled out and instantly glomped me, while Lovino crawled out muttering in Italian under his breath. Knowing him, he was probably swearing profusely, so I didn't ask for a translation.

I patted France awkwardly on the back. He was really shaken up, shivering and not even trying to grope me. "France," I murmured, "you can let go of me now."

Reluctantly, France released me from his grip.

"I never thought I would say this," Lovino whimpered softly, breaking the silence, "but I miss that freaking tomato bastard. I just wanna go home." Tears were forming in the corners of the normally violent nation's eyes. Next to him, France nodded, muttering something about England.

"C'mon," I whispered. "The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can go home. Let's find a way out of here."

"I don't care where we go, just so long as we get away from those fucking devil-spawns," Lovino murmured. France and I nodded. I stood and looked for an exit.

Just then, I heard the distant screech of gate hinges. My eyes widened. Acting instictively, I grabbed France and Lovino, dragging them behind the nearest grave.

"Someone's coming!" I hissed when Lovino opened his mouth to protest. Cautiously, I peered around the tombstone.

A tall, thin silhouette moved slowly through the graveyard, weaving about amongst the various tombstones. France suddenly grabbed me and pulled me in close. I squeaked at the abrupt and unexpected movement.

I squirmed out of his grasp, scrambled towards the edge of the tombstone, and peered around it once more. SHIT. The shadowy figure was closer than it had been before. Ducking back behind the grave marker, I glanced at Lovino and France fearfully. We didn't know if this thing, whatever it was, was a friend or an enemy. It may be three against one, but we didn't exactly have reputations as particularly strong or tough nations. If it came down to a fight, we were doomed.

A shadow loomed over us, the same silhouette I had seen from afar. I glanced up to see a skeleton.

The skeleton was extremely thin, and his pinstriped black-and-white suit made him look even thinner. He had long arms and legs, a bowtie at the base of his thin, bony neck, a relatively small, round skull, and a permanent grin stretched across his face.

"Hello, there! I haven't seen you around before, what brings you here?" the skeleton asked.

I glanced at the others, gulping. Yep, we were TOTALLY doomed.

DON'T BE SCARED, CANADA! Jack's a good guy!

Be on the lookout for the next update! Will we return to those who have not yet been captured? Will the demon children capture more victims? Or will Jack work to gain the trust of those who have already been captured?

Until next time...

~ XionAmmy