The following day, the Countries decided they'd start heading for Toshima. They found out you could register for Igura there, in a building nicknamed 'The Castle'. They were also told that around the border, there would be a guide that would lead them safely into the district.
It was obvious when the border came into sight.
It was completely trashed. Garbage and rubble could be seen almost everywhere from beyond a rust fence. It was strangley dark there, althought it was day... And even though they weren't exactly in Toshima yet, they could already spot a few bloodstains here and there.
There was a man standing at the fence. When he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them all. He raised his eyebrows. " All of you?"
They nodded in unision.
"..." The guide stared at them for a moment, but then turned and began walking. They followed, careful not to fall behind. The guide seemed like the type of guy who wouldn't stop even if they asked him to.
They were led to a large hole in the fence, that looked at if it had been cut out with a knife of some sort. The guide had to bend over to fit through it, same with almost all the Countries except for Latvia, who could just walk through. Latvia frowned at noticing this.
After they passed the fence, they still had quite a ways to walk, going through different alleyways and changing directions. Eventually, they made it.
"We're here." The guide said simply. "Castle's that way." He pointed to a large building in the distance and then turned, waving as he walked away without saying another word.
The Countries looked around. The first thing they noticed was that there was a large ammount of dried blood on the streets, but no corpses. Taking in the terrible scenery of the murdeous town, they continued their walk to the castle.
Back at the house, Japan was still laying in bed. Greece was asleep next to him. Japan and told Greece many times that he shouldn't sleep too close, but Greece insisted that it'd help comfort him. Japan sighed.
Many empty bowls were set on a able, since all Japan had been eating for all his meals was pasta.
"It's almost dinner time!" Italy exclaimed. "What kinda pasta should I make now?" Italy was wearing an apron with a chef hat.
"Err, Itary.." Japan started nervously, feeling bad that he was starting to get tired of eating Italy's cooking. "How about... No more pasta?"
Italy looked sad. "You don't like it?" Japan quickly shook his head at this.
"No no, that's not it at arr, It is just that pasta is arr you've been making and I want something erse..."
Austria came into the room suddenly. "Don't vorry, Japan. Here. Have my veiner." He handed Japan a sausage.
Japan stared at it for a moment, before taking it and tasting a bite. "Woah, it's good." Austria smiled.