Sorry for not uploading for a couple of weeks , I was busy, but I hope you like this chapter.

Katyusha had awoken to the sound of wind howling , as if it were a lone wolf , in search of it's pack. Yet were their even wolves here that weren't mutated? She doubted this greatly. The Ukrainian woman's stomach grumbled , she was hungry and glanced around the once abandoned building for food, she couldn't spot any, well none that weren't hidden. Yet, she noticed that everyone else had awoken before her, which well, made her slightly uncomfortable for reasons. "We're going to have to start moving, before it get's even worse," Arthur said in French.

"It seems that we won't be having any breakfast this morning." Arthur glanced at Francis and just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we won't be having any breakfast, don't tell Alfred." Arthur's emerald green gaze the fell on Katyusha. "You're going to have to carrying Feliks, since that's one of the only things you're actually good at ." Arthur ordered in Russian to the Ukrainian woman. Ukraine frowned for a moment, she would have to obey his orders, who knew what he could do to her if she didn't. Yet not long after she carried the wounded Pole on her back,he was a lot ever then he looked. "Alright, Alfred it's time to go." Arthur said in English to Alfred.

"Fine, but we better have breakfast on the way." Alfred had said in a way that sounded much like a child. Though it didn't seem long until the somewhat small group was off, trudging through the snowy land. "Where are we going?" Katyusha asked Arthur, glancing at him with her real gaze.

"That doesn't concern you, at this very mo- Oh who gives a damn, we're going to what was once Moscow."

"Why?"

"I won't tell you that." Arthur frowned and didn't seem like he was going to tell her the reason why they were going there. She could always try to ask Francis, though not at this moment.

As they trudged on and on, Katyusha couldn't help but glance behind her, only to see how far they were from the destroyed area they were at before. She could see some of it in the horizon. The Ukrainian's gaze then fell in front of her once again. Yet a split second before she did so, the stripped on some sort of metallic rock, which caused her and Feliks to fall and roll through the strange snow. "Are you two alright?" Francis asked in French to the two. Katyusha felt like crying but tried her best not to.

"We're alright!" As Katyusha tried her best to get back up, Arthur dug up some of the snow nearby the strange, metallic rock. "My god." He murmured "This is a Soviet tank."

"A Soviet tank? I thought all were destroyed after the War." Francis scoffed , crossing his arms for a moment in disbelief. Arthur shot a glare at the Frenchman for a moment.

"Maybe...if I could get it to work..." Arthur then continued to dig up the old tank for a moment before finding a door, the door was left unlocked for some reason. "Alfred." Arthur said in English, the American heard Arthur call his name.

"Yeah dude?"

"Would you please go into this tank, it might have food."

"Wait? Food?! Count me in!" Alfred raced towards Arthur, and headed into the old tank. "Hey there isn't any food in here!"

"Yeah, but is there anything dangerous?"

Alfred glanced around the area for a moment, "No."

"Good, lad." Arthur stated before entering the tank himself.

After a couple of minutes, Katyusha had finally made it to the top of the snow-covered old tank, which was where Francis was standing. Not to mention, Feliks had started to fall asleep on the Ukrainian's back. "What..." Katyusha asked for a moment before continuing "Is a Soviet tank?" In French.

"A Soviet tank? Oh those are just relics from the old war, the Soviet Union tried to make as many of these tanks as soon as possible to be deployed, with the best weapons, many wear nuclear as well. Yet the most were made during the middle of the War of my memory doesn't fail me, yet now most are destroyed for metallic parts or from radioactive explosions and such. Yet this one, does seem a bit stable."

"So it would be alright if we went in?" Francis nodded in response the Ukrainian's question. Katyusha smiled faintly and felt the wind blowing towards them. "I think the storm might be getting worse, it would be best if we entered the tank, non?" Francis asked, yet Katyusha had already found her way into the the tank. It wasn't long until Francis did as well.

Alfred and Arthur were too busy trying to turn the old tank on, yet at least there was some light in this tank. Katyusha set Feliks carefully down on the floor , before going to explore her surroundings. The tank was quite strange and unfamiliar to her, on the inside it was the size of a small room and it had some sort of cabinet area, and as well as an area for the driver and the gunner, ect. Yet Katyusha wondered what was inside those cabinets and curiosity got the best of her. She opened one of them, only to find two mutated 5 eyed rats, two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. Katyusha tried her best to open the bottle and was successful, before pouring some vodka into one of the shot glasses. Yet , not long after , she drank it.

Suddenly, a feeling rushed through her body, this feeling felt so...so..different! Yet different in a good way, a way that made her want to drink more of that delectable drink known as vodka. She then grabbed the alcoholic drink and drank it straight out of the bottle, feeling so much more cheerful and happy than she did before. When she had drank all of the vodka out to the bottle she dropped it, causing it to shader into multiple pieces. The others had heard the bottle crack into multiple pieces , yet most ignored .

Katyusha did so as well and searched for more vodka, opening each cabinet and closing it, until she found another bottle of vodka. She grabbed it as quickly as any human could grab any item and opened as quickly as she could, drinking it until , she felt a tap on her shoulder. "I was going to tell you that we got the tank to work, but I see you're a bit busy , and you need to learn how to handle your alcohol." Suddenly, the bottle was grabbed away from her. She wobbled around, she felt strange, everything looked strange as well, as if she were...wait...she was drunk! "Gimme bac' m' vodka." She slurred wobbling towards the figure that had taken away her drink.

"Oh, no, I'm not given it to you, I mean , hell, you drink almost two full bottles of this alcoholic drink." Katyusha ignored what the man said, and tried grabbing it from his hand , only to get shoved down onto the ground. Everything then started to sound different, as if they were distant, all she could make out was "Francis , go clean up that drunkard's mess, before this thing starts to drive." before she fell asleep.