I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE! OK this chapter took me AGES, Like FOREVER! I just could not decide on what to do and It's been such a hetic couple of weeks. I will try to be sooner I really am sorry guys to make you wait so long. I just did not know how I wanted to word this chapter. But hey, it's here so enjoy. :) :D

Chapter 20

Ludwig opened the door, looking at the chaos. A tall, pale man was jumping, running towards the cabin, carrying Lili. A small brunette screaming... girl? was tagging along behind him, a white thing in her arms, a small hand gripping the trailing end of the taller man's scarf, rapidly approaching. Further back, limping on the cracking ice was a blond man, bleeding from his side, the red blood leaving a trail behind him being supported by a ragged looking... albino? The two that were out further seemed to be having a rather difficult time.

What the heck is going on out here? Germany thought as he scanned his surroundings.

The white haired man looked young and haggard; tired beyond belief. They both seemed to be having some sort of problem on the ice, but since Ludwig was so far away he didn't know what to say to them that could be of any help.

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Gilbert finally managed to pull Francis up enough so that his body was at least out of the water. Gilbert looked ahead, the cracks growing even more, and the ice separating between them and the cabin, the gaps too large to jump with the injured Francis on his arm.
"Shit.. We can't make it to the others..." Gilbert mumbled, as the ice they were on started drifting backwards. Prussia braced himself and tightened his grip on the French nation. France groaned, trying to push the other away.
"What are you talking about mon ami, you can make those jumps easily." Gilbert latched onto the other, despite the protest.
"Like hell I would ever leave you!" Gilbert angrily spat back, "Now come on we're getting out of here alive, and we're going to do it together."
"Gil- I'm dying...just go and get out of here while you still can..." Francis choked out looking down at the ground, eyes going in and out of focus.

"NO! Stay with me! Come on Francis, don't leave me." Gilbert stopped and held onto his friend as the France slurred out blood from his mouth.

"I-...I don't think I'm going to make it my friend...t-the pain is just too bad and w-with this-s cold air, I just don't thin-"

"No stop!" He interrupted, tears threatening to fall, "You can make it! Your wound isn't that bad...Just hold on tighter and we'll-" Gilbert contradicted but was stopped by the Frenchman.

"Gil...I-I can't even feel my left side." France weakly said as he coughed up air since his thought was so dry.

"I-I won't let go. We will just have to go around that's all." Gilbert said not wanting to believe the truth. He knew that France was in bad shape, the gunshot was close to the heart. Not on the heart but just below it, and Prussia didn't want to believe that his friend would die soon if not treated...but even if he was treated…would he survive?

"Gil..." France spoke up.

"Come on, let's go!" Prussia said as he harshly turned and

jumped the other way, away from the cabin, holding onto France tightly. The ice slippery under his unsure feet and the heavy weight of his best friend weighing down one side making him nearly fall several times. And still, so far away from the bank. France cried out with each step, the blood oozing from his side. It wasn't that deep, it would surely heal. He just has to make it, a world without France would be sad. Prussia thought as he grunted, landing on the sharp edge of the slick ice patch, struggling to pull himself up as he went slipping backwards. The Prussian heaved up and pushed France up off him onto the ice, using his own body to holster him up, as he fell backwards submerging himself into the frigid water. Prussia fell in with a splash.
"GOTT, IT'S FREEZING!" He yelled out grunting, the glass-like edge of the ice scratching and tearing up his shirt and torso as he fell into the water, Francis gasping out of breath and bleeding on top of the platform. France crawled to the edge, looking down at the Prussian's bobbing head, his friend visually shaking, turning ever paler.
"F-Francis, c-can you pull me u-up?" Gilbert stretched out his good arm, his shaky hand grasping at thin air. The injured arm was limp that hand clinging to the sharp slippery edge.
"Come on...almost there..." Gilbert wheezed out.

Their hands touched and they both grabbed on as Francis tried to drag Prussia up. His side burned from his wound, the blonde putting all his strength into one tug. Francis dragged Gil up, the momentum too great though. Francis brought Gilbert up onto the ice, the edge cutting into Gil's numb flesh. Too fast though for Francis, and the momentum brought Gilbert to safety, but the slick ice and his unsteady movements flung the Frenchman backwards.
"Shit!" He leaned forwards, trying desperately to stop his falling, his stumbling off the edge. To no avail, he fell forwards and landed face down on the ice, nose cracking hard, his waist and legs dragging him over the edge, he tightened his grip on Gilbert's arm, numb hands tingling, refusing to keep their grip. France's hands fail him, Gilbert struggling to wiggle across the ice, unable to get any traction, watching helplessly as Francis slid off into the water away from him. Francis's nose was bloody from smacking it against the hard surface, fingernails breaking as he clawed at the ice, trying to get back up. Gilbert army crawled over the slick ice, grimacing from pain as he got to the far edge, Francis having fallen into the frigid water.

"D-dammit..." Francis shook and shivered, the albino reaching for

him quickly. Francis smiled shakily, hoisting his elbows onto the ice, trying to bring himself up over the edge. Shooting pain in his side caused him to wince, a fresh excrement of blood oozing into the water, dispersing in a red cloud around his stomach and side. Francis fell back into the water with a splash.

"F-Francis!" Gilbert screamed as he tried to get a better look. France

now coming up out of the water.

"Grab onto me and pull up at the same time, ok?" The Prussian yelled

as tears welled up inside his eyes. France quickly tried to get back on the ice and holster himself up, but nearly slid back into the water. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get back on the block of ice so he just gave up and held onto the ice, body in the water nonmoving, and chin up on the block of ice.

"Francis, come on what are you doing?! Grab hold of my hand!"

Prussia yelled angrily at the Frenchman, but still he sighed.
"Gil, I'm too weak I can't get up on the ice, I'll just slip and fall again. I'm going to die…nothing you can do can stop this. I lost so much blood and I'm just so cold…" Francis shuddered out as Gilbert latched onto the other's arm and tried desperately to pull up with his one arm, but Gilberts feet slid and every time it ended in the same result of Gilbert failing and falling to the ground. Yet, Prussia would not give up on his friend; France was one of his best friends and there's no way he was going to let him die. Tear started flowing from the Prussian's already saddened eyes.

"COME ON! Pull up with me Francis! I'm doing most of the

work here! You can't die! You just can't! I-I won't let you! Come on-please...d-don't leave me alone..." Prussia screamed through gritted teeth and tears willingly flowing. But the Frenchman's response was nonexistent.
"F-France...?" Prussia stopped and looked, his friend not moving, not anything... "FRANCE! Get up come on!" Prussia looked was distraught.
"Gil...go, go to your brother, he's waiting for you. I h-have to go now, I'm needed somewhere else...just don't forget me, ok?..." France spoke up shivering and stuttering
Francis! Don't go! I-I'll pull you up, I promise...j-just hold on, I got this, just one last time. Let me try, the a-a-awesome m-e has got this, I won't fail this time."

"Gilbert...it's ok, just don't w-worry about it my dear friend, even if you did get me out I'd die anyway getting back to the cabin.

"No-I-I'd save you just-" Prussia started stuttering choking on his words. He looked at Francis, and saw a quick little smile appear on his face before nothing. Francis was no longer moving, no longer smiling, no longer hitting on women or men, no longer nothing...he was dead.

"FRANCIS!" Prussia screamed out in agony among the silence of the world around him, all he heard though was his own echo then nothing, just silence as the world around him seemed to have stopped.

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"Come on, get her inside!" Germany beckoned them, disregarding formalities like introductions in his haste. The brunette looked up from her feet towards the door, a bright smile adorning her... his... his face.
"LUDWIG!" He screamed happily, abandoning his guide to run towards the German. Kumajiro jumping out of his grasp to walk inside. Feliciano glomped him into a huge hug, tears of joy running down his face.
"Germany, oh Germany, I-I can't believe it's you! You're alive...I'm so happy. Oh, we looked so long for you and, and here you are, I'm so happy you're ok!" Italy grinned snuggling his head into the German's body smelling his familiar scent.
"Uh-um I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...you know me, very well it seems, and I feel like I should know you but I don't,...so...um...who are you again?" Germany said pushing the Italian away.

Feliciano looked at the taller man for a minute, cocking his head to the side.
"W-wait, what do you mean? You-you don't remember me?..."Italy felt lost, how could Germany forget him? Feli was confused, hurt, and alone... Was this some sort of joke? No, Ludwig doesn't joke like that... The Italian stared unseeing at the German, he felt alone...all alone in a dark room. He felt his heart shatter, as though his heart just snapped. Feliciano was hopelessly ashamed, and he-he just didn't know what do or say. All he kept thinking was "Germany...doesn't...remember...me..." over and over again while looking at the familiar body and structure of the German man. Scanning him up and down. Same nose, face, eyes, mouth, body, height, looks...everything yet not the same heart. Where did his Germany go?

"Hey uumm..." Germany tried to start but Italy finished his sentence.
"I'm the country Italy...but you can call me either Feli or Feliciano." Italy said lost at what to do next.

"I really am sorry that I can't seem to remember you, Italy." Germany thought as he looked into the saddened brown eyes of the Italian man.

Italy... he used that formal name of mine... he really doesn't know me at all...oh Ludwig...

"But, I will try my hardest to remember you." Germany spoke up, knocking Feliciano out of his gaze. "I mean you-you seem like someone whom I should never forget." Germany said as Italy smiled a bit. Feli was about to say something back when Russia spoke up from over by a couch.

"She didn't make it..." he sadly stated, lifting his hand off the girls neck and that was all Feliciano heard, as he quickly turned around totally forgetting that Lili and Ivan were even with them.

"What...?" Italy heard himself repeat. "Lili didn't...make it...?"

"I'm afraid not Italy." Ivan said withdrawing his hand from down on her neck feeling for a heartbeat that never came.

"No..Lili..She was the only one who was nice to me here..." Germany said as he walked over to her and kneeled down.

"I'm so sorry Lili..." Ludwig saddened as he said a little prayer. "I will avenge you though, Switzerland will pay!" and Italy came down and sat next to Germany and prayed alongside him. Germany looked over and saw a single tear fall as the Italian as he looked at the girl and said something in Italian. Something that sounded familiar yet not to the German man.

"Where is Switzerland Ludwig?" Russia asked as Germany was spaced out looking at the girl.

"Ludwig?" Ivan asked again, this time making the German look up.

"Oh? That's me...right...up he's down that hallway on your left, second door down. I tied him to a chair with a curtin that I ripped." After he said that, Russia left to go check on him.

Soon after he left there was a blood thirsty scream that came from outside and as the startled Italian and German quickly got upto run to the window they understood why.