Chapter 5- It was only a matter of time….

Written by Jay~

(FINALLY GOT TO WRITING THIS SORRY IF IT'S CRAPPY)

~The remainder of Spain's crew POV~

After sprinting to get away from the sorcerer and sorceress, the group of Spain, Romano, Netherlands, Belgium, and now America skidded to a halt, exhausted from running. They had put some distance between them.

"D-Dude…..that was freaking scary!" The American panted, leaning against a lichen-covered wall. The others nodded, to shocked to speak.

"N-Now I'm really worried for Fratello….."

"Netherlands, do you think we lost them!?"

"Hopefully…"

"Amigos hold on!"

The rest of the weary band looked at the Spaniard, confused.

"Don't you remember what Romania said? We might need weapons. I think we should get some RIGHT NOW. We have no time to be tired!"

"…the tomato bastardo is right…."

"Yeah! We should also be careful about where we go."

"Well, then let's go look for weapons." The group nodded and started in the direction they were going in again.

A while later, they walked into a dimly lit hallway, the torches' flames growing weak. The group froze when a wail split the air. America blinked, trying to decipher what made the sound.

"Um….hey…..wasn't that Ukraine? It sounded like her…."

Belgium nodded, worry shining in her eyes.

"We should go check it out…" She started in the direction where the sound came from, America following her. The other three males looked at each other uncertainly before following them. They soon arrived at a large doorway; the door opened the entire way. Inside the room were lots of tables with scientific equipment on it. The walls were lined with shelves chock full of test-tube holders, notebooks and other equipment. Near one of the shelves were two members of the Baltic trio, Belarus and Ukraine. Lithuania was hugging the normally fierce Belarusian while she had her head buried in his shoulder; Estonia crouched besides Ukraine on the floor, rubbing her back comfortingly. The group approached them.

"Amigos, what's wrong!?"

Lithuania looked at Spain, his blue eyes swirling with mixed emotions. He pointed to the floor in front of Ukraine and Estonia. Spain's eyes widened. On the floor were all of Russia's clothes except for his scarf, torn at the seams. Next to the clothing was a small puddle of crimson blood, shards of glass mixed in. Belgium's hands shot up to her mouth as she looked on horrified. The other males in the group blinked, frowning.

"So what happened to the commie?"

Belarus shot a glare at the loud-mouthed country, tears spilling out of her eyes. The Spaniard-lead group stood next to the other group, Belgium kneeling next to Ukraine to try and help comfort her.

"M-Маленький брат…" The Ukrainian whimpered, her cheeks wet with tears as she softly gripped the sleeve of the torn coat. Belgium and Estonia whispered soothing words to her, but they proved almost ineffective.

"S-So…is vodka bast- Russia…..dead?" Romano whispered, unsure what to do at the moment. Estonia looked up at him, pushing his glasses up it nose before speaking.

"We don't know. He might be. And if he is…well, lets just say it's not safe for us in here if such a powerful country could be killed like this."

*L-Little brother…-Ukrainian

~Romania's POV~

Romania laughed deviously as he watched the grieving countries.

"If only they knew! I was right! This is hilarious!"

He continued as his eyes darted across the wall of screens once again, looking for more entertainment. He looked at the large screen with the map.

"Oh? It seems our little Mediterranean trio have found little Italia~"

~Mediterranean group POV~

Egypt sighed, watching the Turk and the Greek fighting for the fifth time since they left through one of the doorways, trying to decide where to go. Italy stood beside him, trying to calm them down.

"We go left!"

"No…we go right."

"Left!"

"Right…"

"LEFT!"

"Right."

"R-Ragazzi! C-Calm down! Please stop fighting!"

The Egyptian looked at the Italian, shaking his head.

"They always do this. Just leave them be." He walked past all of them, heading right. Italy trotted after him, catching the attention of the two warring countries. Greece gave a sleepy smile of triumph before following them, Turkey giving a sigh of defeat, walking slowly behind them.

"E-Egypt, do you know where we are going!?"

"Shut it Italy, he doesn't speak much!"

"Yeah…just let him guide us…"

The group had been walking for awhile, a few arguments here and there. Eventually, they had made their way to the western side of the huge castle. After Italy had told them what happened, they abandoned their search of the items they were supposed to find in favor of finding weapons. Italy still had his piece of frame, while Egypt pulled out his sword-staff. Greece had found a large cross, and Turkey picked up an antique Romanian sword. They slowly walked down a long hallway, searching for some place where they could rest temporarily. Italy looked down worried as he followed the three Mediterranean nations.

'I wonder if Germany is ok…maybe I shouldn't have run off like that…'

He continued walking until he bumped into the sleepy Greek. The bouncy Italian looked up. His group had stopped in front of a humongous set of double doors. Turkey scratched the back of his head.

"So….we go in?"

"Sì!"

"….Ναι…"

Egypt nodded. Turkey smiled and walked up to the door, pushing on them. They didn't budge. The masked country frowned, trying again pushing harder. The doors held their ground. Greece walked up to the doors as well, pushing against them. Italy watched them deep in thought, until he heard a loud feminine cackle. All four countries froze, turning around slowly. In front of them was a young woman floating about a foot off the ground. Her dark green dress flowed down to just past her ankles, the trumpet-like sleeves covering all but her slender finger tips. Her long, dark brown hair goes down to her waist, three flowers clipped in. She had dark green eyes, sparking with devious thoughts. On her shoulder was an almost maroon tomcat with a white tail and paws. It had a small mole near the corner of its mouth, also he sported a small Nantucket like curl. Four pairs of eyes widened as they recognized how was in front of them.

"…..H-Hungary….and A-Austria…..?"

*G-Guys! -Italian

*Yes! -Italian

*Yes… - Greek

~China's POV~

"Ai-yah…I'm the only one to survive those incidents aru…I better find another group to stay with…."

After China had gotten away from the vampires, he began aimlessly wandering around, trying to find another group. So far, no such luck for the Asian country.

"I wonder if anyone else got into this situation…."

"S-SU-SAN!"

China froze as he heard a high pitched scream in the next hallway. Recognizing the voice as on of the Nordics', he sprinted around the corner, only to stop short. Norway was floating about a foot above the ground, with a menacing aura surrounding him. His clothes were now a long robe, his hair slightly longer also. His eyes were pupil-less as usual, but his irises appeared to have black in them and swirling. Denmark and Iceland had weapons pulled out and were fighting the Norwegian. Sealand was trying to shield Finland as he tried to shake Sweden awake on the floor. Hot tears were streaming out of the horror-stricken Finn.

"S-Su-san…please…wake up….."

The Asian dashed over to the two and crouched down beside Finland. Said country looked up at China before looking down at Sweden again, still shaking him. China quickly reached a hand down to his neck, feeling for a pulse. He sighed with relief when he felt one.

"He's still alive Finland…he's just…unconscious…"

Finland smiled weakly with relief, wiping his tears.

"FIN!"

Both China and Finland looked up at Denmark, Iceland and Sealand. Denmark had paused while the other two took over trying to tackle Norway. The Dane was panting heavily and shaking slightly, using his battle ax for support.

"Fin! Take Sve and run with China!" The Danish country smiled weakly.

"We'll take care of Nor, ja? Sve shouldn't be a problem to carry right now~"

Denmark then turned back to help Iceland and Sealand as the two countries looked down, shocked. Sweden's clothes were flat against the floor where the Swede was not a minute ago. A dark blue-gray furry head poked out of the navy blue cloth, followed by a body and tail. It was a large cat. It had dark blue-gray fur and a white chest. A Swedish flag ribbon was tied around its neck. The large cat looked up at Finland, its stoic blue-green eyes staring at him with an intimidating gaze, framed with glasses.

"S-Su-san!? Is that you!?"

Sweden blinked, nodding.

"Jumalan kiitos olet kunnossa!" The Finn cried, picking him up and hugging him tightly.

"FIN! TAKE SVE AND GO WITH CHINA NOW!"

All three countries looked at Denmark again as he dodged another blast of black energy. The Finn and the Chinese man nodded and took off running down the hallway just has Norway conjured a massive ball of pure black energy, shooting it towards the three tired countries.

"Nå vil du alle tjene under meg som undersåtter."

*Thank God you're ok! –Finnish

*Now you will all serve under me as minions. –Norwegian