FINALLY! I GOT SOMETHING UP HERE! I never thought that continuity would be so hard with this...

Anyway, sorry for the long wait, hope you enjoy this next chappie!

Chapter 11

Romano softly groaned as he felt small cold objects gently land on his face. He felt a lot warmer than he did before and felt like he was somehow moving. His arms and legs were sore and still stung a bit from exposure. He cracked his eyes open and saw that he was in fact moving as well as a pair of white cat ears in front of him. Felimon was carrying him on his back; he looked and saw the others a few feet in front of them as they trekked through the winter wonderland of Blizzard Mountain.

Felimon turned his head and noticed his partner's movements, "Oh, Romano you're awake! Thank goodness!" he said happily. Everyone turned at Felimon's exclamation and smiled in relief as they kept moving, "What…happened?" Romano asked, "I remember fighting that Digitalia…" he trailed off.

"You passed out during the fight with Flurrymon because you couldn't stand the cold," Felimon answered, "Natamon Hetavolved into Lenamon and was able to defeat him and we went back to the cave. But we couldn't stay there because another blizzard was going to happen soon, so we have to get off the mountain before that happens." He explained.

Romano nodded in understanding, but that still didn't explain why he felt so warm. He checked himself and realized he was wearing a familiar leather jacket; he looked up and spotted Alfamon…without his jacket. "Why am I wearing Alfamon's jacket?" he quietly asked Felimon, who smiled at the question, "Oh! Alfamon didn't want you to get colder so he gave you his jacket before we left; that's a hard thing for him to do since he has wings and all…" he explained.

Romano blushed slightly and the others seemed to have overheard the conversation, "I still can't believe you were able to take off your jacket," Britain said to the Digitalia. Alfamon snorted in amusement, "What? You actually thought it was a part of me? C'mon; if I couldn't take that jacket off I probably would've died from heat exhaustion long ago!" he said.

Romano checked the jacket and in fact saw that there were two large holes in the back of it for Alfamon's wings to go through, but that didn't keep the heat away. "We're about to head down the mountain; the snow should stop soon," Natamon announced. Everyone nodded as the snow on the ground seemed to lessen in quantity and the path began to head downhill.

After nearly an hour, the snow was about gone and temperature seemed to rise slowly but steadily, "Can you walk Romano?" Felimon asked. "I think so," Romano answered. Felimon slowly placed the nation on the ground and quickly caught him as he stumbled a bit; it had been a while since he used his legs. "Don't worry; I won't leave you behind!" Felimon said with a smile as he supported his partner. Romano gave a small smile back and nodded as they headed down the path after the others.

After a while, the snow had finally vanished and the heat seemed to be rising again. Romano was also able to walk properly by then. Before long, they had reached the bottom of the mountain. Romano went up to Alfamon and held his leather jacket out to him, "Here…thanks bastard," he muttered looking away to cover the blush on his face. "No prob dude!" Alfamon said happily taking the jacket. Mattamon went over and helped place it over Alfamon's wings before he put his arms through it.

Everyone looked ahead to see that they were at the entrance of another forest. As the group ventured through the forest, the nations noticed that they all seemed unusually quiet. This was odd since the Digitalia were usually very talkative, was something wrong? "Why aren't any of you talking?" China asked. Alfamon shrugged, "Oh, this forest just makes Digitalia uneasy," he said nervously.

"This forest isn't natural; it doesn't work like the Digital World so no Digitalia live here," Lizamon added. "We just have to be really careful in here; it's very aggressive." Mattamon said.

"The forest is aggressive?" China asked skeptically. "Do not underestimate it; it's very dangerous," Kikumon said. At that moment, Britain slightly tripped over a tree root and the Digitalia all tensed. They froze for a few moments, but nothing happened and their shoulders sank in relief, "Ve…please try to be careful, I don't want to see you get hurt," Felimon whimpered.

"What could a forest possibly do to us?" Germany asked. "You'd be surprised," Gilbamon responded.

As they traveled deeper into the forest the sun began to beat down on the group harder. The air became very muggy and humid and the Digitalia could tell that the nations were getting irritated. "Just how big is this forest?" Romano asked with a huff. "We're almost out, don't worry," Felimon said nervously. The other Digitalia nodded quickly as they tried to pick up the pace; they weren't sure how much longer they could last before-

Britain let out a curse as he stubbed his toe against a rock; karma was just not on their side today.

Alfamon went up to him, "You okay?" he asked, trying to keep from panicking, but Britain only frowned, "Bloody rock…I can't wait to get out of this god forsaken forest!" The other nations looked very cranky, probably thinking the same thing. "Don't say that, you'll get the forest riled up," Alfamon warned with a sliver of fear in his eyes. The nations all just rolled their eyes and groaned in annoyance causing the Digitalia to cringe; their frightened eyes darted around looking for any sign of movement.

"What can a bloody forest possibly do? It's nothing but trees!" Britain nearly yelled as he (to the Digitalia's horror) kicked one of the trees next to him. The Digitalia froze as they waited…when they heard rustling coming from the trees, "I warned you…" Alfamon whispered. "What are you talking abou-"

Britain was cut off as a vine fell from the tree and wrapped around his ankle. With a sharp yank, the nation was pulled off the ground and waved around upside-down; Alfamon had to use all his willpower to keep from jumping to the man's aid.

"What the hell?!" Germany yelled before a tree branch wrapped around his waist, lifting him into the air. Britain took his free foot and tried to pry the offending vine off his ankle, but another vine came out and secured both his feet together; the more he struggled, the tighter it became. Another vine slithered down like a snake and wrapped itself around Romano's arm. The nation immediately began pulled and hitting the vine to get it off, but another vine came and wrapped itself around his other arm before lifting him into the air.

The Digitalia could only watch as the nations were plucked off the ground one by one by vines and branches. "Don't struggle; if you don't calm down they'll only kill you faster!" Alfamon yelled. "Oh great, now I can totally relax!" Romano spat, rolling his eyes as more vines secured him. All the nations struggled fiercely as they were bound by the trees and lifted higher into the air.

Britain looked down and noticed that the Digitalia weren't making any moves to help them; as far as he remembered, they would always spring into action when one of them was in danger, "Hey, why don't you give us hand here?!" he yelled as the vines around him became tighter. "We can't!" Felimon cried.

"What do you mean 'you can't'?" Austria demanded. "This is the Forest of Anger; it reacts to negative emotions!" Lizamon explained. "If we help you it will only become more aggressive and catch us, then we'll never get out of here!" Natamon added. "Why didn't you tell us that in the first place?!" Germany yelled angrily. "It kind of slipped our minds; we didn't realize this was the forest until we were in here!" Gilbamon answered sheepishly. "Plus, you were getting along so well that we didn't think it was necessary!" Mattamon added.

"Then what do we do?!" France cried. "Just be calm; don't get angry and stop struggling!" Kikumon said urgently. "Well I guess that means Romano won't be free anytime soon," Austria said rolling his eyes. "What did you say bastard?!" Romano yelled. "I could say the same about you!" Germany snarled. "What was that?!" Austria demanded and the vines and branches tightened their hold causing them all to cry out in pain.

"This is what we're talking about; don't get mad!" Alfamon yelled. Russia decided to give it a try; he closed his eyes and thought about the snow in his home and sunflowers…lots and lots of sunflowers. He thought about Ukraine and the Baltic States and all the fun he had with them. Just like that, the vines and branches around him loosened and dropped him to the ground to be caught by Natamon.

Felimon smiled in triumph, "You see? It's easy! Just relax and think about what makes you happy!" he said. The nations all took deep breaths and attempted to calm down. For China, Austria, and France it was simple; China thought about when he was a powerful empire, raising his siblings, Hong Kong, Korea, and Taiwan.

Austria thought about his piano back home and how he would sit for hours playing Chopin and Beethoven.

France (of course) thought about all the beautiful women at his home and the good food as well. The vines around them fell away and they were caught by their Digitalia.

For Romano and Germany it was a bit difficult; Romano (thought it pained him to do so) thought about all the times he had with Spain, when he wasn't being annoying.

Germany, who didn't have many friends thought about his dogs and how much fun he had with them when he was younger and that seemed to be enough to do the trick. The vines slowly unwrapped from around them and they fell to their waiting Digitalia.

Britain however, was having a lot of trouble. Other than the fact that large portions of his memory were missing, he didn't have a very happy life. He was constantly picked on by his brothers and France when he was a child, he was a pirate later on causing him to be quite hated, and even now, he didn't have many good friends and if he did he didn't remember them …unless you counted France(which he didn't).

Alfamon noticed Britain struggling and cautiously flew up to him, "C'mon Britain, it can't be that hard to relax," he said. Britain shook his head, "I didn't exactly have a happy life…and if I did, I don't remember because of Azelmon," he said, hanging his head.

Alfamon smiled; "Who said you have to think about the past?" he asked causing Britain's head to snap up, "What about now? We're friends aren't we?" Alfamon asked.

Britain's eyes widened as he stared at the flying Digitalia; Alfamon had always been by his side throughout this whole ordeal. Even though most of their time together had been fighting other Digitalia, they still were friends. Britain thought of all the times Alfamon protected him from danger; saving him from Hexamon and taking that blow from Vulgarimon…Alfamon truly did care about the British nation…and Britain cared about Alfamon too.

Britain felt the vines slowly fall away and Alfamon caught him bridal style before descending to the ground. "Thanks for that," Britain said as he was placed on the ground. "No prob," Alfamon said.

Without a word, the group walked on, careful to watch their tempers, until they finally reached the edge of the forest. They were now very close to the base of Shadow Mountain, but they still had a ways to go.

It wouldn't be long before they faced Azelmon and got their memories back.

Yes I put USUK in there, why? Because it's my fic and I'll do what I want dammit! I also put some Romerica in there if you squint, but whatever.

This chapter was shorter than I thought, but I don't think it's that bad for my first filler chapter (if you can call it that)

This chapter I just thought of on a whim because I thought 'what if they were in a place where they couldn't get mad? LOL that'd be hilarious cause they ALWAYS get mad!' And thus this chappie was born.

The part with Britain not begin able to think happy thoughts is kinda obvious. I mean, his brothers and France constantly picked on him as a kid, he commited genocide among some of his colonies, he was a freaking pirate, he started the Opium war with China, and he and France were (and still are) constantly at each other's throats. I hate to admit it, but Britain was a real jerk in the past...America and Japan were his only good friends but he forgot about them thanks to Azelmon. That, and I think America was the one who got Britain to actually soften up and care about something for a change and even when he grew up they still have their Special Relationship; America has made up a big part of Britain's life.

I have no idea what's gonna happen next, but I'm thinking of putting one more chapter before getting to Shadow Mountain...eh, I'll think of something...

Review please! (you guys are gettin' lazy!)