A/N: This chapter is kinda from Prussia's view. Also, I'm sorry that this chapter is so short compared to the other chapters. I've been feeling lazy (I just spent the past few days just playing Danganronpa and doing nothing else), but I really should be writing new chapters for this story, so don't worry my laziness should end soon.

"Being alone is awesome, kesesese," Prussia said to himself as he drank his beer while lounging on the couch in Germany's house.

I wonder where West is. He should have been back from the meeting ages ago. He can't possibly still be there can he?

Prussia, growing worried about his brother's whereabouts, decided to call him. However, he couldn't contact him at all. After trying a few more times, and then also failing at contacting Italy, Prussia became even more worried.

Maybe something happened. The awesome me will find them and help them out!

Prussia placed his beer on the table and stood up. Before setting out in search for his brother, Prussia decided he would take along his sword, believing that if they were in big trouble or danger at all, he could be extra helpful and extra awesome with his awesome sword.

Well all I knew was that the meeting was at America's house, so I guess that's where I'll go. They might still be there.

As Prussia left the house, his little yellow bird flew towards him and landed on his head.

"You want to come too?" Prussia asked his little feathered friend.

The bird gave out a little cheeping noise in reply as he ruffled his feathers in Prussia's hair.

"Alright then, let's go see if we can find where everyone is!" Prussia sounded rather excited, as if he were going on some sort of adventure, and taking the sword with him really made it feel that way.

After the long journey to America's house, Prussia felt tired. He let out a huge yawn as he knocked on the door. The house seemed quiet and no one was coming to answer the door, but he didn't wait long before he decided to open the door himself.

The door isn't locked. Maybe they are here and are just being too lazy to open the door. Or maybe the meeting is still going on for some reason; I guess that would explain why their phones are off. It's too quiet though; everyone is usually so noisy at the meetings.

Prussia headed straight to the meeting room in America's home. When he arrived there, he saw that there were still papers and various other objects scattered around the room. France's wine was still out on the table and there was pasta where Italy would have been sitting. He walked around the table until Germany's neatly stacked documents caught his eyes.

These belong to West. He wouldn't have just left them, so he must still be here. Everyone else's things are here to, so they must be here somewhere, but there's no one here, so where is everyone? They wouldn't have just left the room like this. Maybe something really bad did happen.

The next thing that caught Prussia's attention was the shiny box that was sitting on the table between England and America's belongings. He walked over to the box and picked it up, and his little bird flew on top of it and then flew right back into Prussia's hair.

Isn't this a music box? Why would they bring this to the meeting? I wonder if it plays an awesome song.

Prussia turned the box around so that the key was facing him. He slowly rotated the key in the box. As he released the key from his grasp, the melody began to play and Prussia began to feel dizzy. The music box glowed and Prussia suddenly found that he was no longer in America's meeting room.

As Prussia regained balance, he covered his ears to block out the loud sound of the music box playing and looked in confusion at his surroundings.

Where is this?

Before he could think anything else, he was hit in the back by a large force from something behind him. He turned and saw a strange creature that was attacking him. It looked like some sort of goblin; it was only half of Prussia's size, but so strong. The goblin creature held a large mallet in its hand. Prussia was surprised it hadn't broken his spine, but he was glad that it had hit his back and not his head; otherwise his yellow friend would have been squished.

What the heck is this? Agh, my back hurts so much, but there's no way I'm letting this weird creature defeat someone as awesome as me.

Grasping his sword tightly in his hand Prussia took a swing and fought back. The music box melody was still playing at its extremely loud volume, giving Prussia a headache now that he couldn't cover his ears because he needed his hands to fight.

Unfortunately, this creature wasn't alone. Another jumped at Prussia from the side, slicing a large section of his arm with a knife. Blood poured from the cut, soaking his sleeve, even though the knife hadn't gotten very deep into him. The pain made it harder for him to fight, but he did his best. The goblin-like creature holding the knife appeared to be the biggest threat, but was actually very weak and was easily defeated after a few slashes from Prussia's awesome sword.

However, the other goblin creature was not so easily defeated. It continued to block and dodge all of Prussia's attacks. Prussia was becoming exhausted from all the unexpected fighting. The goblin let out a mischievous laugh as if to say "I'm wining this fight". With a final swing of his mallet, slamming it into Prussia's side, Prussia lost his grip on his sword and went crashing into the nearest wall. He hit his head and fell unconscious.

The sword had slid across the floor to the other side of the room. The creature fled from the room, proud of his victory. Prussia lay on the ground, covered in bruises, defeated by the creatures that had attacked him. Blood flowed from his head and arm which were pressed against the rough, cold ground. His bird emerged from his hair, slightly covered in some of Prussia's blood, and let out a few cheeps of despair as he nestled up against Prussia's neck.