Disclaimer: Us no own pretty comic/anime. *shakes head*

Warnings: Language, drama, more awesomeness

Taiwan's POV:

I got up and pulled my hair back into a ponytail, grabbing my wooden staff, and left the tent silently. I wasn't going to sit on my ass and do nothing just because the boys thought I was "delicate". It wasn't long before my walk was interrupted.

"Ouch... Stop it... Hey!" I yanked out my staff as I heard rustling in the tree above me. In a split second I had knocked the two to the ground, standing over them.

"Hungary, get up please. And that was very unladylike of you, Taiwan..." Austria stood, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Austria, leave her be. The girl's just doing her job." Hungary brushed herself off.

"What are you doing here...?" I started, then shook my head. "Nevermind, I'll just take you back to camp." I led them back, where snores still emanated from the tents.

"Wake up, everyone!" I shouted, smacking the side of each tent. The last one produced an "Ouch!" as I hit the person inside."What the..." America said as he clambered out, rubbing his head. "Oh, hey you guys!" Now that everyone was assembled, Austria started into his explanation.

"Our house was overtaken by the darkness..." I left the camp immediately. I'd heard enough of the darkness. I sat at the base of a tree some distance away from the camp, calming down until suddenly a flash of movement caught my attention.

"Not you again..." I muttered, thinking that the Axis had found us again. I stopped, holding my staff in front of me and watching the trees. "Where are you..." I said to myself. It moved again, but this time I was ready, smacking the person to the ground with my staff.

"LATVIA?" I shouted, stepping back. "B- But you died! I watched you, you were shot by - !" I held my head, trying to make sense of what was happening. How could Latvia, of all people, be here? He had been shot days ago!

"Miss Taiwan!" He said hurriedly, pressing me to sit against a tree. "Maybe you should sit down!"

"How...?" I could barely form the question.

"The pilot turned out to be a surgeon." He began, smiling slightly, but with that forever present shaking. "He saved my life, and I'm ready to help in the war."

China's POV:

I stood on a branch, ready to swing down. The boys had said they would get someone for me to play with. The Italies were a lot more insane than I remembered, but they were also more effective, so I didn't complain. Finally, I spotted my target. Russia.

I readied the knife in my hands, prepared to jump down and make the job quick. I leaped, aiming to land on his shoulders, but he heard me and dodged. I landed, hard, on my hands and knees, but I refused to let this setback stop me and sprang to my feet, lunging to attack again. He grabbed my wrist, swinging me to the ground. I rolled, avoiding an attack I expected but didn't receive.

I ran forward again, this time burying my weapon into the tree behind him as he dodged. why wasn't he fighting me? I yanked on the knife, ripping it from the wood, and swung it back at him. He pulled back slightly and I missed his face by inches.

"Dammit! Either sit still and die, or FIGHT ME!" I was getting frustrated.

"Now China, let's think about this for a second." He reasoned as he dodged another swipe. He grabbed my wrist and held it still for a second.

"What's wrong with this picture, hm?" He asked. This was getting on my nerves oh so quickly.

"What's wrong," I began, charging at him again and missing. "Is that you're talking to me when you should be fighting!" I threw the knife down, stamping my foot and stopping my attacks. My mind was racing, a hundred thoughts going in a hundred different directions. Fight or don't fight? Run or don't run? Kill or don't kill? Enemy or friend?

I grabbed my head in my hands. what was wrong with me? I sank to my knees, shaking my head. Through the thousand different voices in my mind, I heard America's voice calling to the Russian. "Hold on, I'm coming!" I didn't move, too frustrated and confused to care as America strung chains around me. I closed my eyes as he struck the side of my head.

At least unconscious thoughts made sense.

The Prussian trekked through the forest, a grin on his face. Though they hadn't made much progress in finding the Allies, he still remained optimistic.

After the revelation about his brother, Sealand hadn't spoken much. He was still lost in his own thoughts, staring off into space. His unfocused daze, however, was soon to be over.

A loud crack caught the boy's attention, and both of them rested a hand on their pistols. Voices finally reached them.

"Damn, Fin! Can you be any louder?"

"Like you're one to talk. Shut up, Denmark." The second voice was quieter, but still held an air of anger. Was that... That couldn't be Finland. Nevertheless, the Finn, along with Denmark, emerged from the trees. The younger jumped back, a gun aimed at Prussia.

"Oi, Fin! Relax, it's just the awesome me!" The albino held up his hands, staring down the barrel of the gun.

Finland's hands were shaking again.

Then, in rapid succession, many things happened.

Finland fired, the bullet only clipping Prussia's ear. The albino clutched it, biting back a scream of pain. Denmark pulled a gun, aiming at Finland. Sealand, to everyone's surprise, aimed his pistol at Denmark.

Prussia took a step back away from the others. Sealand was the first to speak.

"Uncle... Drop the gun. Now."

Denmark's hard glare at Finland turned to one of astonishment at Sealand. The latter's hands were completely steady.

"S-Sea?" A low chuckle reached the group.

"Well, I hate to interrupt this nice little scene," A voice said, coated in sarcasm. Prussia's eyes widened.

"West." No one moved as Germany emerged from the trees, gun trained on Sealand. He wasted no time in firing.

Denmark leaped in front of Sealand. The bullet hit a vital mark. There was no time to react as the Dane's body collided with the ground. Sealand was frozen in place.

The boy's aim was instant and accurate. Germany fell to the ground, two bullets buried in his forehead. Sealand's expression was completely hardened as he marched over, almost mechanically, and fired bullet after bullet into the lifeless shell. Each shot was accented by a whispered word.

"How. Dare. You. Kill. My. Uncle. You. Son. Of a. Bitch." He found himself out of bullets, creating a dull clicking sound until he finally discarded the guns, settling for punching the body that used to be breathing.

Prussia finally sprinted forward, yanking the boy up off of his brother and dragging him away.

"GET OFF ME!" The boy screamed, pushing away. He fell to his knees against a tree, eyes locked on the two lifeless shapes in front of him.

"Denmark..."

Sealand's hands were stained with red.