Have all our boys made it?

Warning: Angst, weapons, Prumano, RusAme, China/Japan.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I have fun manipulating their characters, though

… As I Was Yesterday

"Ve, where is Ludwig? Where is my fratello? Where is everybody?"

"Shh, please, Feliciano-chan." Kiku urged. "We must be quiet."

Feliciano sniffed, quietly crying. "But I want to find everyone. Where did they all go, Kiku?"

Kiku sighed. "I do not know. But we have to be very, very quiet, okay?"

They crawled along in silence, and Kiku was glad. Ever since he'd found the Italian curled up and sobbing (he'd heard him across the distance), Feliciano had been questioning him and crying. He could understand why Feliciano was crying, but he just wished that he'd do it silently.

Feliciano sniffed and stopped. "K-Kiku?"

Kiku halted in his advance through the grass and glanced over his shoulder. "Hai, Feliciano-chan?"

"Are they… are they d-dead?" Feliciano's eyes filled with tears again and he let out a soft sob, hiding his face in his hands.

Kiku sighed again. They would get nowhere like this. But he felt for Feliciano. He must be so scared. So, he turned around and took Feliciano's hands away from his face, holding them. Yeah, that felt like the right thing to do… "No, they're not dead. They are… hiding. Yes, they are hiding. And they are very good, because we have yet to find them."

Feliciano blinked at him. "Are we… hiding, too?"

Kiku nodded. "Hai, we are hiding… but we are also looking."

"Ve, it's hide-and-seek?"

"Uh, yes, hide-and-seek." Kiku decided to go off of that. Feliciano seemed calmer now… even excited. "The object of the game is to stay hidden, but keep moving so that we can find them."

"What happens when we find one of them?"

Kiku thought for a moment before saying, "We wait until we can see them so that we know who it is. Then we whisper 'Found you.'"

Feliciano was smiling now. "Ve~okay! Let's go, Kiku."

Kiku and Feliciano moved through the grass, Feliciano's fears long forgotten. They were going to have fun~!

But Kiku had a dark cloud weighing heavy on his mind. Just the night before, he had slept with Yao. And now they were separated. He was still sore from their lovemaking (in the end, they'd had sex three times), though that had barely hindered him from running with the sound of bullets attacking his ears. He could still feel Yao inside him, with him, connected… He normally didn't let relationships get in the way of his logic, but this was really eating at him. For all he knew, it could have been the last time they were together. Forever.

Don't think about that. Kiku told himself firmly. Yao-chan will be all right. We will find him.

We are only playing hide-and-seek.

Gilbert was still checking himself over for bullet holes, amazed that for all the shells that had flown past him that none had hit him.

Great, because he hated being sick.

The only thing that was hurting was his chest, but that was only because he was breathing so hard. When he'd run, he had tried to keep all those he cared about in his line of sight, but that had eventually proved impossible. They had all scattered like mice under a lantern. And now he was alone.

Alone. He hoped to God Ludwig had made it safely into the grass (maybe somewhere nearby). He didn't worry about Lovino, though. He knew he was okay. The Italians were notorious for being fast runners, so it only made sense that they got away…

Right? Well, if Lovino had gotten shot, it might be a different story…

Why was he worrying? He was Prussia! He shouldn't be worrying about anything. Worry inhibited the senses… he couldn't afford to worry, not now. But he couldn't help but recall their earlier conversation. Lovino loved him. He could practically see it in the Italian's eyes. But they hadn't had the chance to tell each other.

It had seemed like it had been a long time since they'd had sex. And even when they had, they had been going so fast that Gilbert had barely taken time to note the softness of Lovino's skin, his hair, how beautiful he looked beneath him. He'd blown what might have been their one chance to be together by skipping over all of the important stuff that had made it meaningful. He couldn't have felt guiltier, but there was no time for that now.

He pushed his concerns to the back of his mind and continued on his way. If there was one thing that Gilbert stayed true to, it was not giving up. He was way too awesome to give in to anything. But he couldn't do this alone.

He knew someone must be alive. He needed to find someone and then maybe they would stand a chance.

"Ah… ah-choo!"

"Be quiet!" Yao shushed irritably.

Alfred wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Sorry, I have allergies, jeez."

"Maybe you get out more often. Then you would not have allergies."

"Can we stop talking about my fucking allergies? It's not exactly the topic of interest here."

Yao sighed. "Then just be quiet. I'm trying to hear if there is anyone close by."

He listened, but he could hear nothing but his own breathing. He longed to see Kiku's face between the shifting blades of grass.

Alfred huffed and decided to shut up. Starting a fight right now would not be ideal to their survival. His eyes scanned the area in front of him, almost expecting to see Ivan. But he did not show up, and the delay (because it must be a delay) was killing him. Ivan wasn't one to succumb to surprise attacks. He was strong—he should have made it… right? Ivan would stay alive for him because they loved each other, and they hadn't had the time they needed to prove it yet.

He ran their last private exchanges through his mind, just to keep up the memories, and then something hit him that knocked the breath out of him.

You better not have died to save me, you bastard.

A scream echoed across the field from a good length away, and Yao and Alfred both stiffened. That voice…

It was Mattie's.

Yao grabbed Alfred around the ankles as he lunged toward the direction of the scream, getting his legs under him to sit on his knees. But Yao pulled his legs out from under him, and he fell, face-first, onto the ground.

Alfred glared. "What the fuck? Let go of me, Mattie's in trouble!"

"No!" Yao snapped and jumped on top of him, wrestling to keep him close to the ground. "You crazy? You don't even know how many men are out there. They shoot us!"

"Get off me!" Alfred growled, kicking Yao in the stomach. Yao gave a breathless 'Oof' before tumbling off of him.

"Stop! Do you want your brother to see you shot down?"

Alfred stopped in the middle of pushing himself up to see above the grass and looked at the ground. He lowered himself grudgingly. "Goddammit," He hated when Yao was right.

"We'll move toward their voices," Yao said. "And see what we can do."

Alfred swallowed dryly, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Oh, fuck, Mattie. Don't die. Please don't die.

I can't lose you.

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A Word From the Writer: Aw, brotherly America hikes up the feels. And poor little Canada. He always gets into bad luck. I feel like I should feel guilty, but... nah, Canada's just overall fun to pick on.