Sorry guys for being so late on this chapter I had to re-read it over and over again to get it how I liked it. I give many thanks to everyone of my friends who helped me fix up and write this chapter, I love you all. Also I have been forgetting to mention that I do not own Hetalia so please do not delete this story, thanks. So anyway here you go!

Chapter 11
Russia had been walking with relative ease through the waist high snow, the blistering winds blocked by his long scarf wound tightly up his neck, shielding a majority of his face. His large body parted the snow like water. The Russian was adapted for this unforgiving terrain. He occasionally shouted out Matthew's name, but knew that even if he was five feet from his comrade, the other wouldn't hear him above the blizzard and high winds. With the flurries and vast whiteness spread about him, seeing anything in the snow would be impossible. The only way to spot the Canadian would be to run straight into him. With this plan in his mind Ivan stubbornly combed the area, walking back and forth, trying to maintain his sense of direction in this landmark-less wasteland. As he steadily progressed forward, Ivan found his way to a decayed bush. The weather torn plant was a welcome sight for the fatigued Russian. Something to judge distance by, to gauge just how far the man could walk before getting lost in this place.

"Canada!" He screamed, his voice horus from repetitive abuse. Ivan frowned. Digging his gloved hand into his pocket, and pulled out a silver, dented flask of vodka. Drinking a short sip before coughing and trying again, his throat burning with irritation. "MATVEY!" His voice burst out, much louder this time, but still, uselessly carried by the wind. "Ah, this is stupid, da? Why do I care anyways?" He sat down against the sharp-edged bush with his back to the wind. The Russian went back to his flask, drinking a large gulp before sighing contentedly. Ivan thought hard, about the last few moments he spent with the soft-spoken man. He kept filming happily, although I'm sure I saw him wince when he was pummeled by that stupid ex-nation. But he was smiling all the same, and even laughed at me when I joked about that stupid bear he always carries around. That replaceable trinket can't remember his own owner's name, and yet his owner still loves him all the same. Maybe it's something to do with Canada... or maybe Matvey himself, loving others despite what they do or how others view them.
"Who are you?" A voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. A pile of snow not too far from him shifted, the slow-moving bear approached him, sitting next to him casually. "I'm hungry." The creature said, holding out his paws. Hope surged through Ivan. He hated this blasted Kumajiro, the annoying beast a pain to the Canadian, but if it was here, then...

"MATVEY!" He roared, jumping up excitedly, looking around, expecting the owner to be not far from his pet. "Where is Matvey?" He asked the bear, turning to the animal and shielding his eyes from the snow flying into his face.

"Who?" Was the simple response, the towering country grit his teeth and tried again.

"Canada! Your owner." Again, met with a dumb-founded stare, the bear just holding out his paws in want of food. "He is the one that feeds you, you dumb animal." Not getting anywhere with the confused Kumajiro, Russia rushed over to where the animal had come from, digging in the snow. Matthew was nowhere to be found, Ivan once again motivated to find the other and save him from the cold. "If I can't find him, I may never be able to be myself again; he is the only one who accepts me. Come on Kumajiro, I know where food is." He said, trudging through the snow once again, no destination in mind, but the simple mission to find his missing Canadian.

Romano searched hours on end for Antonio, but came up with nothing. The snow outside was a blizzard! How was he supposed to find anyone better yet anything in this weather. He was so cold, and felt the numbing pain of the frostbite developing throughout his body. His legs felt heavy and his fingers were lifeless, but he continued onward and he searched forward.
"How could this happen to me…?" Romano sighed in disbelief, shaking his head. He found himself in a state of panic. His frustration was condensing into one large outburst.
"Antonio you dumb bastard where are you!" He screamed. Romano fell to the ground, he felt a sharp, cold pain in his knees. Tears seeping through his half-closed eyelids as the seemingly warm memories embraced him. He wanted Spain back… he wanted him in his arms, to embrace him, smell him, talk to him,…but now he's gone. Now, when Romano needed him most, Spain was gone. He never really told the Spaniard how much he really cared for him…and if he loses him now, Romano would never forgive himself. The dull pain would never liberate from himself.
"YOU SAID YOU'D ALWAYS BE HERE FOR ME!" Romano suddenly screamed out loudly. He screamed until his voice cracked from exhaustion. He just wanted Spain back…no…he 'needed' Spain back…because he didn't know what to do without him. He looked for so long but was lost. Not only did he not know where he was, but his heart had been led stranded. All was silent.
"I'm all alone again…" he miserably said to himself in a hushed voice.
"Without Spain, I have no one,…no real friends, except my stupid little brother, who hardly pays much attention to me anymore because, he is always with that Potato bastard nowadays, and now… I haveno one!" Romano stated out depressingly.
"Why Spain? Why couldn't the Avalanche take me instead! Why did you push me out of the way and save me you bastard! Nobody would miss me if I were gone…if I got taken...in fact everyone might celedbrate all I am is a prick to everyone. A weak, stubborn, annoying, bastard to everyone around me. Nobody really ever cared about me except for you, and I still don't know why you went through all that trouble for me...but seriously 'everybody' loves you Spain…I mean even I do!...I know I said I'd never admit it but I do! I love you Spain, and I need you back so bad, so please don't be dead!…Please…Antonio you have so many friends that care about you , like your bad touch trio friends, France and Gilbert, and Italy, Belgium, and most of all me. You 'have' everyone." Romano hadn't realized it until now but he was crying, more than he's ever cried in a long time, he could feel the cold liquid falling from his eyes and freezing on his face. Tear tracks froze to his face from the freezing temperatures as they stung his sweet tender skin and burned him to the touch.
The sky was getting dark and he had to turn back soon. He could see the glimmer of sunlight as it left the sky, then nothing. The sun had set and the moon was already high up in the sky. Romano got up and started heading home, until after a few steps in he noticed that he had no idea where he was at.
"Great, that damn bastardo isn't here and I have no idea where I am! I'm freezing my ass off, and it's nighttime already. What a great day this turned out to be!" Romano stated sarcastically to himself as he watched his breath come out of his mouth like smoke and freeze to the air's icey grasp.
'Wasn't the cabin back…that way?' He noted as he metally pictured the way he came 'or was it that way?' "God Dammit every direction looked the same!" The wind picked up and bustled up and the snow started to fall again. A quick breeze past through Romano sending shiver up his spine, 'A-achoo!' he sneezed and afterwords slowly rubbed his nose "I better not be getting sick dammit. Agh! I'm so cold…but, I can't give up now! I need to find Antonio! I know it, I just know it I-I'm so close to f-finding him. I can feel it! Screw finding the cabin I will find Antonio first if it's the last thing I do." Romano quivered and stubbornly continued searching in the opposite direction, calling Antonio's name until his voice failed him. It had to be below freezing…Romano thought as he shivered in the cold; Icicles hanging off his nose and clothes, making his nose as red as a tomato. Romano sneezed again, making the small icicles that were formed on his nose fall off.
"Ah, and now I'm catching a damn cold! Damn Itttttt! That stupid Spain! Why though…? We were all having so much fun... but when that rumble came, we knew something was wrong, right after he ran over my curl…Why was I such a dumbass for screaming? I mean I knew that I was in the mountains, and loud pitched sounds have the tendency to cause avalanches in the snow…I-It's all my fault…I could have saved Spain and the others from having to witness and go through that horrendous event…"
"Why…did this have to happen?" Romano sighed as he kept searching onward.

"Arraahh…where am I?" The short Chinese man questioned while rubbing a bump on his head. Yao looked around, but everything looked the same, except for small pool of blood around him, but nothing too bad. He examined himself, small cuts and gashes were lining his body. The cuts weren't too deep though, so that was good.

Every tree was covered in snow, every hill and mountain looked the same in the distance. As China got up he felt a sharp pain in his ankle.

"Ow!" Yao complained "it looks as though my ankle is sprained aru…Damn it, that stupid avalanche caused all of this. Why am I out here? And is everybody else safe? Did Kiku make it inside the cabin and is he safe?" So many questions arose into the Chinese man's mind. He needed to get back, he had to reunite with Kiku. The thought of him coming home and getting to see Kiku's face again, embrace him, and made him smile brightervtyhan ever before. Even just talking to him brought a smile to the Chinese man's face. Yao always has felt happy whenever he was near Kiku and Yao always adored how well his little Japanese man handled tough situations.

Just then the wind picked up and brushed snow of the pine trees and up into the air knocking the Chinese man out of his gaze and making him bring his arms around his body and shiver. China wondered if anyone else was out near him...

"Maybe if someone is here with me we could walk back to the cabin together!" And so China began calling out names of people to help him into the vast openness.

"HEY! IS ANYONE OUT THERE ARU? IF YOU CAN HEAR ME PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!" Yao breathed in hard and waited a few moments…nothing…there was no response. The horrible visions of all his friends dying or dead kept haunting Yao thoughts, most of which was different ways of Kiku dying. Even though China knew he had saved Japan, by pushing him into the cabin, his mind still wondered if he really did save him at all. What if the cabin was gone to? He couldn't stand it anymore, he started digging around him, but turning up nothing. After digging for a few more minutes, he dragged himself to the next location and started digging again. He dug for anyone that might be buried . Throughout doing this he would occasionally yell out Kiku's or someone else's name who was near them at the time's name, but only hearing silence in return. Yao began growing frustrated, the Chinese man was beating his fists against the cold, hard ground, desperate to find anyone...anyone that could help him.

The sun had just set moments ago and Yao looked up at the bright moon and heard a howl. A long drowned out howl, then another…then another. There had to be at least three to four different howls he heard and at that moment he saw them; a pack of wolves in the distance. Yao tried to run but his ankle was making it almost impossible to do anything more than a jogging pace.

One of the dark colored wolves looked up from it's pack and saw the small Chinese man. For a while it just stared at him, it's great yellow eyes focusing in on him. Yao had the feeling that he was being watched so he tried his hardest to run as fast as he could away from the noise. That's when he spotted a small cave near an opening of trees.

"Maybe I could hide in there…" He painted out, sweat falling from his face onto the ground below. The howling and barking was sounding as though it was getting closer though, and the panicked Chinese man hobbled over to the opening only to get cut off by only of the tanner wolves blocking his way.

"S-Shoo! Get away!"China yelled at the beast, flailing his arms out. For a second China though that it worked, because the tan wolf backed a couple feet away. The cave was getting closer and Yao booked it for the small opening. Once inside he panted and looked around. Outside of the cave though was the sounds of the grunts and barks of more and more wolves. Either way he was screwed, no ways out of the cave but if he was in the open they'd just find him out there as well.

"This is it…" Yao stated to himself as the wolves came into view and walked closer, finally coming inside the opening and one of the wolves launched itself at his arm and bit down piercing its fangs into his right arm.

"AAHHHH!" Yao shrieked at the top of his lungs. The scream seemed to anger the wolves, just as it happened two other wolves flung themselves at the Chinese man. One of them was biting down at his bad foot and the other cutting into his left side wounding him deeply. Scarlet Blood flowed freely out of China and he hit the floor barely alive, still tring to shoo the wolves away from him. As the three wolves kept biting into him more and more. The last wolf just stood at the entrance of the cave unfazed by the commotion it seemed. It seemed to be the leader, a great big white wolf, with a look in it's eyes that could paralyze anyone with fear. It slowly walked over to the bloody man, and after a few more moments, dove at him and delivered the final blow, as sharp pain pierce through to the Chinese man's neck.

"AAAAAARGH!" Yao screeched out in agony as he tried to grab the wolf and throw it off of him, but he was just too weak and he could see his world fading.

China stared out into the vast whiteness of the outside of the cave and tears slowly fell from his eyes as his sight darkened and he faded into nothingness.