Well firstly, I'm not sure how long I said it would take but I am sorry since it's almost been two weeks. I completely lost inspiration, probably due to the fact I was up till three in the morning everyday doing assignments. Secondly, It'll probably take that time again since I've still got a lot of assignments, but I'll do my best so let's just hope the inspiration stays with me. Thirdly, I'd like to once again mention my intent for another story following this one and ask all of you lovely people to send me anyone you might like to see and/or any things you might like to see in this one. No promises but I'd love to hear them. Finally, I hope you all enjoy this story. It's not that long but not really short because I'm getting better at that and I am not as disappointed with this chapter as the last couple so yeah; Happy Readings!

"What the hell is he doing here?" Lovino hissed.

"No idea, but I don't think he'd shoot us" Feliciano replied, examining peter closely.

"He would if we startle him, or if we put the jump on those two." Gilbert added pointing up the road.

"Who do you think they are? Do you think they're one of us?" Lili whispered.

"Could be, either way we need a plan" Gilbert said, finally lowering his gun as he turned to face the rest of them.

"I've got one" Feliciano said and everyone looked to him to hear it, he however simply took a deep breath and stood up from the bushes "Don't shoot".

Peter spun around frantically, wide eyes meeting the Italian nation's but thankfully, although his gun was raised, he did not shoot, "Veneziano?". Feli nodded, signalling for peter to lower his gun and Peter hesitantly obeyed. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here? Who are those two up there? My land, so you answer first."

"Francis and Arthur. They're raiding that truck but I was bored so I came down here, now why are you here".

Feliciano was extremely happy to hear they weren't the only ones left, but he felt conflicted on whether he should hug them or yell at them for trying to raid the car. After deciding both would be a good option he turned his attention back to the micro-nation, "My land. I don't need a reason to be here. Anyway, we'd love to go talk to Francis and Arthur, but can you tell them not to shoot us."

Peter nodded slightly "Wait…We?"

He grinned, "Oh yeah" and signalled behind him for the others to exit the bush "There's a couple of us."

Not long after they started approaching the truck, they were spotted and, like predicted, had a gun aimed at them. Peter waved his hands and managed to stop them long enough to get within proper sight of each other, when Feliciano heard a loud "Holy Fuck" from one of them (although he couldn't be sure which one). There was an exchange of hugs between them and Francis, Arthur somehow managing to avoid them.

"How are you, all of you, how did you?" Francis asked, seemingly unable to form a proper question as he removed his grip around Gilbert.

"We were out getting gas actually?" Gilbert replied, with just a little dryness in his voice.

Francis didn't seem to get it yet, but if the look on his face was any indication Arthur had just realised. Before he could do anything though Francis spoke up again "Ah, once again you were having too much fun to fill up the tank Gilbert. I suppose some things don't change, even for the end of the world. Where's your car then?", taking a step back so that he was addressing them all.

Afore anyone else could reply, Lovino stepped forward and odd mix of amusement and annoyance plastered onto his face, "Actually; that" he gestured to the truck "-is our car". The look of horror on Francis' face was amusing and Feliciano struggled to keep his laughter in, but when the group fell silent and nothing was said he let it out, loudly.

Francis and Arthur gazed between each other, back to the truck, to the people in front of them and finally back to each other before they too started laughing, (though Arthur let out more of a reserved chortle). "We're so sorry everybody, we won't take anything. Oh god."

To which Lovino replied "Damn right" as he too held in his laughter.

Once having calmed down, Lili suggested they all sit down somewhere to talk about everything. And so; they were all sitting off to the side of the road on the half broken camp chairs that had been at the bottom of the whole lot. "So what are you three doing out in Italy?" Feliciano asked.

"Well we're on our way to Denmark actually." Arthur replied, shifting in his seat.

"Denmark? Why Denmark?" Gilbert asked, furrowing his brow slightly in confusion.

"We're heading to Esbjerg Airport. Hopefully it won't be too overrun there so we should be able to get a plane and they wouldn't give us one back at Nice Cote D'Azur but it shouldn't be too bad from up in Denmark. We'll make one trip of it, and" Francis was cut off by Lovino who gave him a confused and exasperated what? He took a deep breath before starting again "We were at the Airport Nice Cote D'Azur, in France helping to set up the collection base for a while. Once it was all done we decided to make our way but they couldn't lend us a plane, don't blame them either; so we are heading up to Denmark so we can make it there in one trip".

Silence followed while Feliciano tried to make sense of what had been said, which in fact proved very difficult "Two things, where are you going? And what's a Collection base?"

"We are travelling to north America"

"Why?" Lovino asked, interrupting.

Francis shook his head, with an expression that suggested Lovino had just said the most ridiculous thing "To retrieve Alfred and Matthew. Because they are unaware of what's going on in Europe and because they are lost without us", giving Arthur a soft elbow in the ribs, to which there was a loud groan and a smack in return.

Feliciano nodded, it seemed like a fair if not somewhat odd motive "So what about the collection base?"

"Collection bases are where we pick up the refugees"

Feliciano continued to look at Francis, hoping the need to spell it out would be picked up "refugees?"

Unfortunately, Francis was missing the message again "the ones we fly out to the settlement?"

"Settlement…?"

Francis looked closely at him before his eyes widened in shock "You don't know do you?"

Feliciano shook his head "know what?"

"Seychelles, she was untouched by the virus. Completely clean; and when she found out what was happening collection camps were set up to fly people out there."

"Seriously!" Gilbert exclaimed, leaping forward in his seat along with the others.

Arthur nodded, having also re-joined the conversation, "I'm surprised you didn't know, well I suppose they assumed you were dead. But I have to say that you guys are the best news in a while".

"Can you, Can you take us too one of the collection camps?" Feliciano asked excitedly.

The Frenchman shook his head in response "Unfortunately there aren't many, none are in our path, and we really have no time to back track. But I'm sure you can make it there yourselves."

After a few seconds consideration Feliciano nodded, he thought he even remembered the airport from a meeting a while back. Suddenly though he felt a tugging on his arm and turned to face his brother, who had worry over his face. "What is it Lovi?" he asked in a whisper.

"We're still going to get Antonio first; right?"

He smiled softly "of course, we can't go to the collection base without Antonio".

Francis straightened and became rigid "Antonio?"

Gilbert nodded, "Yeah, apparently he went over to get Bella and Ned a while back so now we're off to get all of them. Think the planes will wait for us?"

"Yes but..." Francis looked over to Arthur, confliction bubbling in both their eyes before he took a reserved sigh and turned to face them all again "I'm not sure you'll find Antonio."

Feliciano's head whipped up to check the emotion on Francis' face, his brother's head moving up faster than his own. "What?"

Francis bit his lip, the unnamed emotion emanating from him and Arthur "We were going to go north to get to Denmark, it's a lot quicker that way but…Belgium's overrun. We barely got out and If Antonio hasn't come out yet I don't think he will or that you four would make it through there."

"So…" Gilbert said.

Francis leaned forward, eyes close to tears and nodded slowly "Antonio's dead, Gil."

"Fuck." It was a small pained whimper from his brother, but before anyone could respond Lovino had run off, and just as quickly Feliciano was off after him leaving the words to sink in on the others.