The four nations hurried through the muddy fields and the rain, bare feet quickly becoming caked in the thick, wet earth. America had stopped leading them now, and they were now instead following the cries of a strange-sounding bird.
"Do you theenk eet is Puffin making those noises?" Finland asked, for what seemed like the thousandth time, as their feet squelched over the ground. The little Finn had originally ben wearing socks but discarded them pretty soon. His feet were coated in the cold mud, but as his country was so cold, he was quite used to it.
"I don't know, Finland, but we'll find him soon." England said, patting his hair, and picking him up. The mud was starting to get deep, and Finland was up to his mid-shin. England had his trousers rolled right up to his knees, exposing his pale white, surprisingly muscular calves. Ukraine's night-dress was blowing in the wind just above her knees. She and America were shivering slightly in the cold wind and rain, but England and Finland didn't seem to care. Must be because their countries are cold a lot of the time, Ukraine thought.
America, who had stopped leading, and had been shivering his way across the field suddenly caught sight of something in the mud. He quickly stood up straight and began ploughing through the mud like a bull. He seemed to know where he was going now, because he had caught sight of Iceland's small but easy-to-follow tracks through the mud. He grinned at England and Ukraine, and beckoned for them to follow as he charged through the sludge and the wet grass.
"Ok dudes, the hewo knows the way! I found some twacks in the mud!" America yelled. His voice was quite high and cute now, and England's eyes teared up a little as memories of America when he was a young child resurfaced. But the Brit quickly felt his tears wiped away by a tiny hand.
"Don't be sad, Meester England. That's a happy memory, right? You should be smiling!" a tiny voice whispered from his arms. England opened his forest green eyes, and let a small smile touch his lips as Finland spoke.
"How did you know what was going on in my head, Fin?" the Brit whispered, slightly confused. However the little Finnish nation just winked and tapped his nose. England carried on walking, catching up with Ukraine and America. He shifted Finland to a piggy-back position on his shoulders and Finland let out a small giggle.
"Uh guys? There's a barbed wire fence here. And then the twacks continue the other side of it!" America called from a few metres ahead. His expression was confused.
"America?" England called, puzzled. The American reached out a small hand to touch the fence. The other three nations yelled at him to stop, but his hand touched the electrified fence before the words passed their lips, and the boy was thrown into the air and over the fence.
(A/N) This chapter is horribly short and a cliff hanger. I'm sorry you guys! xD
It's just that I realised I haven't updated in over a week O_o You have no idea how easy it is to go "Oh I'll do it in an hour" xD
Well I'm eating my breakfast right now and I'm leaving in 15 minutes for school, so I'll see you later! :D I'll try and do a real chapter, homework permitting. I finished this last night, only just uploaded. Enjoy this crap! xD