(S. Italy)

Quickly I formed my team and patching up open wounds. I had to have France to carry England. I've sent Belarus and the Baltics to look for weaponary while Japan, China, Germany and I think of a plan out of this fucking mess. Spain was signed to watch the door, while the plan was being planed. Knowing there isnt enough time to rethink and replan the escape/attack.

We've agreed, though I know something will happen that will cause problems but we had to get going or we would be caught again and more like tortured to death. "Alright everyone move yer' asses over here." No one complained as everyone was huddling around the table with suppiles and a map.

These people obviously havent thought it through, or they didnt know we would escape this late. It could be false, like false hope. "The plan is simple, if we dont fuck up and get wound back here, we will be able to escape this hell. Basically we stay together in groups and not get caught." I was about to conutied-

"Of course, what do you really think we want to be captured again?" Sarcasm over flew her mouth. Sighing a little loudly. And returing the favor. "No, I thought you like cherry red flavored ice cream to celebrate for our secret brithday party, which involes scarying every country out of thier wits while causing chaos throughout the government. And yet some are, maybe, about to cause war among each other." I wasnt surprised that it made everyone shut up, infact thats when I went on.

Back to the plan. "If you see someone that is too close, kill them. If that said person has friends we would leave it too China and Japan. Seeing that they are faster than us. And a whole lot quietier than us. But if it means brutal strength, its up to Belarus, Germany, and Spain. If it comes to medical its up to the Baltics and if not full to carry some of the wounded. I will lead the pack out of this room and through the depths of hell." All nodding, we seperate into smaller groups. Meaning each looking through the suppiles we have. Baltics were stuffing bags of medical and smaller things. Germany, Belarus, and Spain expecting some of the heavier weaponary that could be useful.

Japan and China went through their own supplies of smaller knives and other such ninja-ary needs. Hovering not only once but twice for good measurements, because once we have what we need. We are leaving immentantly. Checking the list I have, which was organized for needs then wants. Map? Check. Compass? Still looking. Weapons? Check. Team members ready? Need to check. Finally checking everyone out one last time, we were ready to move.

Thats when I saw some a bit shiny but yet dull. Walking over to it, it was really dust but I could see a little bit of my reflextion. Seeing those dull purple bags, purple brusies, cut markings that look swollen and maybe infected. But one caught my attention, it was my greenish-tan or hazle green eyes. They looked like I went through wars and back, like I've seen things before and now I am no long innocent little child with a spanish babysitter. Sighing, I move my hand on it and gentally move my hand to its right, wipping the dust off. Looking into it, I could see my team together.

Talking... Yes, talking towards one another. I could see their own powers. Its like their aura glows, but only through the eyes of believers. I know America, my little brother, and a few others are believers. Looking back to myself, I smiled as I spoke with a deadly smiles. "The Italians are the lovers, and now Italians are the war makers. Fighting a battle they could see, through night and day, under moonlight. Rom- Father, please make sure yo- I mean, my baby brother is safe. Let the angles guild you to safety, my little brother." Turning my back on the mirror I whispered. "Let the prey be the hunters while the hunters are the hunted." Moving towards them, we began our treck with our bisbanded group of nations.

Climbing at the back door

didnt leave a mark

no one knows its you

Miss Jackson

found another victim

but no one found

Miss Jackson

(N. Italy)

It was a long time since I've seen Russia come out of the door; with the prisioner. "Italy, give it time. Come sit with me." It was a demand, even through his rough germanic accent. Turing around, Prussia sat there with a deck of cards. More likely play solitary. Shuffling and shuffling, over and over. Judging on the way it looks, more or less likely dead. Especially with those bags hanging under those crimison eyes. Its like his life was sucked away from him.

Sighing, I mentally agreed to join him. Walking over to the table and pull a chair out; while he shuffles and shuffles the cards repeatedly. What is it, its like the fifth time this had happened. He wasnt going to continue because those queen's of hearts doesnt have a king of spades nor were the other qroups. He only needs a ace and it would be complete. Looking at my own hands, without it occurring to me that America wanted to speak with me. Lifting my head up, I see him having all his cards together in one deck and then shuffling. Then past ten to me and ten for him. Knowing whats going on, I lifted my cards to see two twos's, a three, a four, a six, a kin, a queen, two joker's, and a ten. Looking at it carefully, I orangize my cards and moves, in my head. Lifting my eyes to see Prussia looking back at me, as well. Silently I lay both two's, a three, and a four. He pulled out a four and then a five. Laying them down, I place my six.

Noticing he didnt add on, I took them to my side. Then add more cards into our seperated places. I could see the sweat drifing down his face, see his distant eyes, see his lips being re-soaked by his tongue. It was clear that something was on his mind. Knowing not to mention it, we continued nonstop as we kept track. And if anything was wrong, I would had to say something was off. Smiling, I decieded to play a very bad pun. "So my white haired red eyed man, do you think somefin was glubbing up?" knowing how he is the biggest Homestuck fan. Looking up, his expression changed a little quickly. In fact it was first confused until he busted out laughing. It was a long time since I heard that laughter. Very long time. I swear I can tell a story about his laughter.

"Keseseseses~ I dont know my motherfuckin' leader, you tell me your sick stories of the oh-so pained painted blood of the high subjuglators, and the fish sticks with thier two faced forks." Chuckling under my breath, knowing what he ment. I cocked my left eye down while looking at him straight in the face. Still knowing my smile, still plastered there. "Srill, its so glubbing wrong. Like why do these sword fishin'ers wanting to glubbing cull us, like we dont fucking know about these plants."

Seeing his change, he nodded. This was like our, our talk. Our own talking, even if it was off of Homestuck. It was only us. Only us, knowing what we are saying to one another. That was until Russia came out. Hearing the door closed, we didnt move from our spots. I know we dropped the act, the talk, the puns. "It seems, he couldnt handle some of the moments." Hearing his voice, his cold but yet sad liking voice made me shutter. "Well you can join the fun, or you can talk to the others. Knowing they are more likely trying to know what they are supposed to do.-"

"Or we could hold a whole meeting.-" "And where are we going to find a place like that?" I stated a little boldly towards Russia. I know he was only helping but, where can there be a place like that if everywhere they go they are more likely to be found! Seeing his expression killed you on the inside, because it was the most saddest expression you saw on a strong nation. Sighing, I walked over to him and hold him in my arm.

I was a little unsure but thats when I felt his body shuttered. Knowing he was breaking, slowly, day by day. It was known to everyone, that Russia and other strong nations will break. Knowing for sure, I holded him in my arms as he weight started adding on my own.

Thats when I spoke. "Sorry, Russia. I didnt mean to sound so rude. Its okay big guy, its okay." whispering soft comforting words to him and rubbing his back in circles. I know I was indeed guilty, and know he knows. Thats when I dragged him to the couch until he calms down.

(America)

We had to share rooms with other nations. Currently, it was only us three while Austria and Hungary were in another room. And Turkey, Greece, and many more were in the other rooms. I could see how my brother looked, it looked dead to the world but yet he was holding it up. It felt much like WW2, D-Day. It was the most volient war we both were in, besides others. This brought us closer. Sighing I sat next to him, while moving my right arm to wrap around him. Swiftly he came closer to me, and lightly I layed my hand on his waist. Allowing him to lay his head on my shoulder, I lay mine on his head.

Seeing a figure in the shadows, I could see Cuba was there, there was sadness in his eyes. Thats when I lifted my head up and pat the spot next to me. Seeing his eyes light up a little, he walked over. Unsuringly he sat down, and thats when I moved my arm around his shoulders.

Thats when he layed his head on my other shoulder. Holding them both closer to me, I gentally hum a song. It wasnt long until both fell asleep on me.

(Prussia)

Seeing Russia cried for the first time, scared me. But I knew there was more than spoken. Seeing Feli lead him into he living room, I decied to pick the cards up and go upstairs. Peering into one room I saw America hugging both Canada and Cuba. Seeing their sleepy expression made me feel different. Silently, I walk inside and threw a blanket on them, then abscone the fuck out. Hehehe, I couldnt help but chuckle as I made it outside of their room. Yes, I am a big Homestuck fan.

Its the way they were a little like us. I could see Germany being Karkat, America being John, Me being Dirk/Bro, Feli being the fishlady, and many more. Its always halarious to hear and see it. 'Gog, I sound like a fan girl. Argggggg! Curse you god!' I need to find Austria and Hungary, so I can hug them.

A/n: Here you go. Maybe a little longer chapter. I know Ill have to slightly wrap up almost everything into chaprters 19 and 20. After that I might make a new series. But when Im done, I will start on other projects. Gog, yes I am a fan of homestuck and Hetalia. It funny how they kinda act like them. But I hope you've like this chapter. God so much sadness!