Hello there! Yes you may yell at me for not updating. Shoot.

Anyways, I'm going to continue this story, but it will be slower than a snail in an iceblock sliding on molasses that's frozen.

Disclaimer: My OCs are getting taken out soon, so I hope you enjoy the story cause I own practically nothing.

ALICE POV

Both. It's fricking both. I sigh and take them to the van, cramming them in ungraciously. I think Junta and take my leave. They start to stir slightly as I draw closer to the house. It's quiet and I slowly drag them into the house. I can't really say it was easy work, no. Can you even imagine me, five feet float, carrying that something over six feet Denmak or Sweden?

Haha, I thought not.

I started on Spring last. She mumbled something and I rolled my eyes. Stupid Spring.

There's a soft noise that draws my attention but it's just a bird.

Wait...

At this time?!

DENMARK POV

So I wake up like normal. Yeah, normal is being hungover and practically dead. Hehe.

I stand, struggling to keep straight. It's so bright outside, it hurts painfully. The others stir and start to wake up. England by the window, blinks and sits up, yawning. He screams like a little girl and fall backwards onto Sweden. There is a grunt and a wail.

I peek out and see bloody stains on the ground. Alice and Spring at propped up on the wall, dipped in deep red.

I quickly do a head count and drag everyone outside. "Shit." I stand a little ways away from the two girls. They're not nations and heavens knows why they were here at all. I notice that the stains over their bodies aren't just splotches. They're purposely painted words.

Sorry, you're too late. I do believe you died before? Yeah? I thought so. This little girl screamed as loud as she could but you didn't hear a thing. Yeah, right? So I watch you from afar. Now please go kindly die a second time.

Alice's face is peaceful, her eyes closed. Her clothes are drenched in so much red, it's not difficult to see that she died first. Her blood must the one of the wall. England and I creep forward slowly. He's trembling. A lot.

I pick up Alice and motion to England to get Spring. He and America get Spring and we carry them into the house.

NORWAY POV

I watch as the others take the two girls into the house. There's something that catches my eye. The place where they were sitting. There's a little note. Something compels me to read it.

Clever boy Nor. I know its you. So those girls? The little one put up a fight, enough to make me reel. Congrats on finding her. Too bad she's DEAD. So Nor, I'm coming for your precious family. The girls are just the warning.

That little girl? She's a brave one for sure, now...

The rest of the note is lost in blood stains. I catch the word fight and the letter that are clearly initials. KC.

I turn and step into the house. England has stripped Alice of her blood soaked clothing and is checking for a pulse of anything. There is none, I already know. After so long, I can just tell that she is. Leftovers of war I suppose.

He wails and Denmark has to take over to check exactly how she died. America takes England away.

There's a slice on her neck, a thick one. Something carved a thick chunck of her skin from her stomach and right between her chest is a knife. A big one. How we missed that, I don't know. A thin stream of blood from her mouth drips continuously. Her head had a large bruise on the left.

There is something behind her ear. A chip. Not the edible kind, a computer chip. I swipe it from Denmark's hand and make a dash to my computer.

Hello again. I'm very sorry for not updating, but I lost interest for a while.

I'll keep this story going however.

Leaving a review is not required and I'll be explaining Spring next time.

See ya.

-Whiskers Makara (Formerly known as Alice Night)