Okay, Chapter 6 is here! sorry for the wait, I had to work, eat, you know. I was a little clueless on what to write about at first and then it hit me. It may be really short, but I worked hard. Have you seen the third scene (between Feliciano and Germany) before? it was to lighten the mood a little. This is a pretty sad chapter, and don't forget to review! The next chapter might take a while, since I have school tomorrow, but expect it to take 2-3 days. Thanks for waiting!

The story continues...

Chapter 6: Memories never forgotten

She followed her new friend, a little boy with chocolate colored hair and light brown eyes. They were running through the halls of their home. She had found him in a room in the back of her home, so she pulled him out and played with him. He was fun. For the first time in many days she was happy. They chased each other through the metal halls, even though she had to tell him they won't get in trouble. He was really nervous about that, always looking around to see if anyone was there. She thought this was silly. "Come on! Just hurry up!" She shouted at him, giggling to herself. Playing chase was fun, and there were so many walls that twisted and curved it was like a maze. "Look, I found a new room!" It was true, she was stopped in front of a wooden door. She threw the door open, using all of her five-year-old strength. In the plain room, a large desk was pressed against the wall. Next to the desk was a chair, a simple chair with a handgun lying on it. It was low enough for her to reach. She picked it up curiously, since she's never seen anything like it before. "Hey! Come here! I found a new toy!" He came into the room, staring at the gun in her hands.

"I don't think that's a toy...I saw the grown ups holding those when they took me here."

"Silly, that means it's a grown up toy! I wonder how you play with it..." Her hands ran over the gun's sleek body, she liked holding it. It was a little heavy, but if the grown ups played with it, she can too, because she's just as smart as one.

"Look, there's a tunnel on the front of it!" He leaned in, pressing his left eye to the barrel, trying to see what's in the dark tunnel. She found a switch under the tunnel, and pulled it, hoping for the tunnel to open up so they can see what's inside. A loud booming sound echoed through the room, bouncing off the metal walls, making her jump and drop the gun. He was on the floor, head turned to the side. His hair hung over his face, wet and matted over his left cheek. His head seemed to be floating in a dark red pool of blood. She screamed his name, eyes wide. She didn't know what happened, she just wanted to open the tunnel. They were playing.

"This isn't funny! Why are you sleeping? Wake up! There's red juice coming from the floor! I'm scared!" She turned his head, staining her hands red with his blood. It was seeping through his left eye, like a waterfall down his cheek. The sound of footsteps pounding closer to the room increased. The lights dimmed to a black, ending the memory.

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America looked up at the wispy bleached clouds flying in the deep blue sky above him. He laid on the grass, on a sloping hill close to his house. At the top of the hill stood a magnolia tree. How did he not see a horrible cult appear in his country? He was the hero! He needed to save people, not let them die! America sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. He knew the other countries, mostly Switzerland and Britain, were angry with him. It wasn't his cult. He didn't even know about it. How could they blame him? His eyes stared sadly at the sky, he wanted to fix this. He will fix it. "I'm sorry everyone."

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Feliciano sat next to Germany on a wooden bench in a public park. He like to see the rabbits that popped out of their holes, running off to find food. Everyone was so sad, and he was too. His head turned to look at Germany, who was looking into his book with intrest. He smiled, poking Germany's hand. "Germany, will you play football with me?"

Britain sat in an armchair, eyes sad and staring at the ceiling as he thought. They took his brother. His baby brother, who didn't do anything but pester countries. He shouldn't be punished. His arms were limp on the armrests, no will to move. The sun filtered into the room, creating the only light to fill the room. They were still waiting for a plan. His eyes closed slowly, letting salty tears of guilt escape down his cheeks.