Okay then, here's a second chapter!

Russia sat against the wall, casually watching Poland as he worked. It seemed like the Pole never stopped working now; Liet would've been proud. He suddenly felt Poland's deep green eyes on him.

"Wanting something?" He questioned, and Poland rolled his eyes.

"...I told you to stop watching me like that. It's creepy."

"Am only watching for safety." Russia replied, crossing his arms. Poland shifted away from the net he'd been fixing.

"I can handle myself. It's just a net." Stop worrying that I'll disappear too, because I won't.

"Never knowing what can happen." I am not living alone over something stupid.

Poland rolled his eyes at Russia again, but he scooted over and sat by him, grasping the Russian's hand. He lifted it, pressing it against his chest.

"Do you feel that?" Poland had pressed both of his hands of Russia's hand, to keep it there. Russia was quiet, feeling the heart beating beneath Poland's thin chest. It was steady...

"Da..."

"It means I'm alive, and it's not about to stop." Poland replied, releasing Russia's hand. Russia's hand remained there, however, feeling his heart beat. Poland sat there semi-patiently, waiting for Russia to be reassured that his heart would indeed continue to beat. Then he felt him lean in, and he promptly pressed a hand against Russia's mouth.

"Don't. I am not Toris."

Russia drew back quietly, taking his hand with him.

"Da, wasn't doing anything..."

Poland gave him a look, before scooting back to the net, getting to work again. They would never really address that, just like they hadn't addressed the countless times before. They were both lonely, but Poland was not about to allow himself to become quite that attached to Russia.

Poland focused on fixing the net; if they were planning on eating something that wasn't canned soon, they would need it. He glanced about the bunker they'd been living in for so long...the cans were beginning to become a more sparse feature than a sure food supply.

"Amerikan is coming today..." Russia announced suddenly, and Poland tensed sharply.

"What?"

"Amerikan is coming today..." Russia repeated, as if Poland had not heard him properly the first time.

"To our secret base, Ivan?" Poland demanded.

"Is our ally..."

"You're just letting him up here because you like him!" Poland accused, attempting to get to his feet in order to be as furious as possible.

"Da." Russia replied, smiling lightly.

"What are you thinking? China practically owns him!"

"Is why would fighting with us. Amerikan like caged bird, da? Won't want to staying caged long."

"I hate you..."

"Da."

They both went back to their respective activities, a silent tension descending upon the bunker. Finally, Poland spoke.

"You could've at least asked."

"Would have saying no."

"...I still would've wanted to know before he was arri-" There a knock at the door, and Poland stopped short.

"You get the door."

Russia stood, opening the door and letting in a stream of snow, as well as America, who seemed to have brought along a companion, not that Russia noticed. Poland had scooted to the bed, covering his legs with a blanket. He didn't like when people gawked.

"I nearly froze my toes off! It's freakin' cold out there!" America announced, beginning to shed his outer clothing. His companion chuckled.

"It wasn't that cold..."

"And I think my nose is numb too!" America interrupted, cupping his hands around his face a moment, before turning to Russia with a grin.

"So, still up and kicking?"

"...Am guessing so." Russia replied, smiling back. Poland rolled his eyes.

"Let's just get down to business already; will you help us or not?"

"Yeah, of course I will!" America took a seat on the bed next to Poland. "I'm not letting China rule me! Land of the free and home of the brave, remember? I'm ready to fight if y'all are!"

America's companion sighed.

"And though I'm not quite as powerful, I want to help as well..."

"Who are you?" Poland demanded.

"...Canada..." He looked slightly hurt that they didn't remember him...

"Oh, right. Okay, well, I'm in charge of planning, so...let's get down to business."

S'there's what I got thus far. Enjoy!