Okay, yes I lied, but it only took me one day longer than I said it would so that's not that bad! I just had some major writers block. Sorry guys. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and unfortunately the next one might take a bit longer, as I'm returning to school next Monday ( D: THE HORROR). Also! I forgot to mention it but last chapter was the Twentieth! Isn't that cool? I thought it was cool! Also Also! We are kinda nearing the end of the story (It's at least well over half way) and I'm really really pumped about that because I actually you know. Stuck with this story. Also Also Also! I was thinking about possibly writing a sequel-sort-of-thing when I'm done with this surrounding another country/group of countries during the apocalypse and was wondering who you guys might like to see so I can start thinking it all up now!

ANYWAY I WILL STOP RANTING! Enjoy the story guys~

Gilbert paused for a moment, or ten moments, before reply with an unusual sense of reluctance in his voice "Yeah."

Feliciano waited for him to continue, but soon realised he wouldn't "Can you elaborate on that Gilbert? I would like to know why I'm tied to a chair too. If you know that is."

"Well I don't know exactly where we are, but I know why we're here." the Prussian replied, still not actually giving the information.

"Okay, If we know why we are here we might be able to work out where we are, so tell me." There was a long silence and Feli couldn't even hear the man beside him breathe, "Gil?"

He heard a deep, gruff breath before Gilbert spoke again "I was in a situation like this before.. with Austria and Hungary. I got out, but they... Anyway he's going to try and do it to you and Lili and I don't think I can stop him and-"

It became impossible to understand what Gilbert was saying after that, possibly because of his heavy breathing or the bag that was on his head or perhaps both, so Feliciano just cut in "Who is Gilbert? What are they trying to do?"

"It's Yao"

The Italians mind tried to comprehend this but failed, miserably "Yao...China- Wait. What are you talking about? Yao? What?"

"Him and his little gang. They're going around-" Gilbert cut off mid sentence, quickly shushing Feliciano and falling quiet himself as footsteps grew closer.

A door opened beside him and the blindfold was, rather roughly, pulled off. The light was harsh after seeing nothing and he had too blink a couple of times before he could see the figure in front of him properly. It was indeed China and he had a look of absolute amusement plastered on his face, "Hello there my little Italian friend".

"China?" Feliciano said weakly trying to fight off the fact it was a fellow nation that held them captive. It had been a normal thing in war times, but this was different, they should all be allies against those things not…this. "Could you help us free?", He wasn't even sure if he seriously thought Yao would help them or not. But the man laughed in his face and he begun to think he shouldn't be holding his breath.

"I'm afraid that's not a possibility Veneziano. I've got a use for you three you see."

"Three?" Feliciano asked, looking around to confirm that there were indeed 4 people tied to chairs. Two hadn't moved or spoken, but he didn't have time to worry about that. "But there's four of us"

"Yes there are, but" Yao hummed a little and pulled off Gilberts bag, who was hanging his head "One of you. Has no use. At all."

Feliciano wanted to argue about all the uses that Gilbert did have, all the things he could do, but something, perhaps the look in the Prussian's eyes, told him that wouldn't help. "What use, What do you want us for? What's wrong with Gilbert?"

China turned to him, with a excruciatingly condescending smirk and replied in a voice to match "I don't know if you heard Veneziano but the world ended."

The Italian had a sudden, overwhelming and unfamiliar urge to punch Yao as hard as possibly, but unfortunately his hands were tied up. "Yes, I know that. It ended here in Italy too but I'm not going around tying people up". He glanced over too the other three, two of them were still unresponding and Gilbert hadn't looked up yet. Feliciano was a bit angry at him for not helping or talking and a bit worried because he wasn't talking or helping.

He quickly looked back to China, who was still smiling and who's eyes seemed to shine brightly. With victory, he'd seen it a lot in battle, the shine in someone's eyes when they had won a battle or a war and it still chilled his very core. "That's because you're weak. I mean I came here to find you and you're brother but that was just on chance, I didn't actually think I'd find you. But I did, and I got Liechtenstein and This thing as well. It's like Christmas in here."

"Shut up" Feliciano cried angrily "I'm not weak"

"I never expected to see you here alive and I'm surprised, but Good job with killing whoever you had to kill to make it this far" He laughed and turned to the Prussian "I have to say though I'm more surprised about this one. I thought you were a gonna Gilbert but I suppose if you ignore the dying screams of you're friends you can run fast enough to escape"

This made him look up, he didn't say anything but simply glared at China, tears pricking the edges of his eyes, filled with fear. "What are you going to do to us?" Feliciano whispered and Yao turned to him, breaking the staring match.

"Can I tell you a story Feliciano?". There was no response, but he continued anyway "When this all started, I was hit very badly as my population is very concentrated. I thought I was going to die, I wept that I wouldn't be able to save my people. I saw a man who was eating people, I was terrified at first but it reminded me of something I learnt a long time ago, from you're grandad in fact".

He smiled a little bit at the end, Feliciano grimaced in response "We are made of our nation, the land and the people are what make our hearts keep beating. They are part of us, they run through our veins and at that moment most of me was infected by that virus. You're grandfather though, he told me that a nation can take another nations flesh and blood to absorb part of them. It happens instantly, not slowly like after a war. I spread this message and a group of us split up, once we are strong we will own the world and will be able to fix all this."

Feliciano was almost to mortified and repulsed to speak, but he didn't want to hear anymore so he interrupted with the first thing that came too mind "You're going to eat us?"

"Yes that is the plan, and why Gilbert here is of no use. He's not a nation, He has no population pumping through him. Speaking of which, I think it's about time I got rid of him."

Gilbert froze up, saying nothing as he was pulled off the chair. Feliciano wanted to protest, but the look of defeat on his face was more terrifying then China and the undead alive and he wouldn't have been listened to anyway. Yao removed the ties on Gilberts hands, quickly shoving him out the door and locking it behind him. Feliciano didn't understand what had happened until he became aware of the loud moaning and his face paled.

"China, you don't have to do this". What had happened had been to quick and instantaneous, he was shocked and felt as though he was just going through the motions, but Lovino and Lili still weren't talking so he had to for them.

"I do. So that I can help my people."

"Most of them aren't even you're people though"

"They are now."

"What would you're friends say, What about Russia? Or Japan? Or-"

"Russia joined me, he's somewhere in America right now and Japan is dead."

"Dead" Feliciano's eyes began to well with tears, he'd lost so many people because of all this and in just one day he'd lost two friends. "H-How?"

"I asked him to join me. He attacked me. I killed him"

The Italian couldn't form words anymore, his brain had frozen up in sorrow or in fear, he couldn't tell. He glanced over to Lovino and Lili again, "Can you wake them up so I can say goodbye?"

China scoffed as he pulled out various surgical tools "No, I hate when people struggle. Besides they'll wake up when I start cutting them or when you start screaming."

Feliciano sighed in acceptance and decided not too say anything else. He'd never been one for escaping, running away he was good at but not escaping, especially not when he would have two unconscious bags of cargo. He let himself start to drift away, leaving that moment to wonder if his other friends were still alive, and would make it out of this thing. He prayed they would however, for the first time, he doubted anyone would. Even if they did, they probably would have lost themselves like China.

He didn't like those thoughts so he instead thought about his big brother France, and Spain, and Belgium and all of his friends that might still be alive. He hoped that whatever happened to them, that they weren't alone. A large, shining, silver knife that was ever so slightly jabbing into his chin snapped him back into the present and fear took a hold of him again.

"Don't be sad about it though. You're weak Veneziano and you wouldn't have been able to help your people. But now, in the long run, you are helping" The knife moved down to his shoulder and began to dig into his skin. Blood bubbled up and Feliciano let out a loud, desperate cry of pain, "I should thank you, but you didn't put up enough of a fight to deserve that."