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Canada 3:35 AM

Canada didn't even know what woke him up, until the sound of cracking twigs sounded again. He didn't know how, but he could feel Molossia come awake in his arms. "Sh," he said very softly.

There were a lot of footsteps then, as well as a "Shush, I think I heard something…"

Canada's blood froze in his body. He clamped a hand over Molossia's mouth, not sure how good the boy was in such a tense, dangerous situation.

They couldn't possibly see him and Molossia under the tree in this light. Or so he kept reminding himself, as the steps got closer and closer.

Molossia was trembling, frozen. His breaths were quick and light as they ghosted out onto Canada's hand.

"I don't hear anyone," came another voice, and this was one that Canada could peg as Mexico. His tone had an irritable sound to it, like they had been looking for some time and were not ready to give up quite yet.

A foot kicked into the tree. Molossia made a terrified noise through Canada's hand.

Canada's eyes widened, and all sound outside the tree stopped.

"You hear that?" It sounded like Cuba.

Canada was almost relieved, until he remembered that Cuba couldn't tell him and America apart. Molossia's breath was going faster over his hand and swore he felt a tear touch the tips of his fingers. The boy had never been through anything like this; it was no wonder he was terrified.

The tree made swishing noises as they lifted up the branches.

Canada stayed completely still, willing Molossia to do the same, on the hope it would be too dark and they wouldn't see them.

His hope was in vain.

"It's America and his micronation!" Cuba shouted, and hands reached under to drag them out.

"No!" Canada immediately tried to explain. "It's me, Canada!"

Mexico eyed Canada, held between Cuba and Haiti. "No, you're definitely America! Don't try to trick us!"

Guatemala and Honduras held Molossia, who had a stricken look on his face.

"No, I swear, I'm Canada, don't kill me!" Canada pleaded, trying to reason with a mob.

Molossia was clearly crying, but he said, "Fuck you, I'm not even America!"

Seeming to ignore Canada, Mexico narrowed his eyes at Molossia, stating, "Close enough."

There was only one thing Canada could think to do; he slammed his bare heel into the top of Cuba's foot, recalling it had been sore; he knocked his head into Haiti's face.

Both released him, and he had a split second to make a decision: try to get Molossia, or make it out alive.

He was already being grabbed again; there was no chance to free Molossia too. So he ran. He was faster than any of them, knowing the landscape and where to go. It was his land they were on, and that put wings on his feet.

Still, when he'd outraced them all, he climbed a tree and hid. And cried for what he felt like he'd become: a coward.

China 3:47 AM

There was a scream, and that was what alerted all to the fact things were not right.

"Get him off, get him off me!"

All nations rose, but China was there before them. Hong Kong was there shortly after.

Israel was bludgeoning Saudi Arabia with a rock, while blood dripped down his own face. Mongolia, who had been assigned to sleep next to Israel, was holding his head, and when he took his hand away, there was darkness on it.

Some of the other Middle Eastern nations were trying to pry Israel off of Saudi Arabia.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Israel screamed at him, and China, flanked by Japan and South Korea, managed to break them apart.

"All of you, over there! Japan, check Saudi Arabia for vital signs! Hong Kong, get a look at Mongolia! South Korea, help me with Israel!" He had one of Israel's arms, and South Korea grabbed the other; however, it was obvious he was letting them hold him back, now that the other nations had backed off.

Hong Kong knelt next to Mongolia. "Hey, are you okay?"

Mongolia frowned at Hong Kong, eyes narrowing. "I don't need your help."

This was a frequent thing with Mongolia: the nation was placid and self-controlled… until it came to China. And by extension, Macau and Hong Kong.

"I'm trying to help you! Where are you bleeding from?" Hong Kong said.

Mongolia must have been hit in the head hard, because turned his head and gestured to the back. He sounded far away, and he was clearly bleeding a lot.

Hong Kong ripped off a pant leg, and wrapped it around Mongolia's head, tying it tight.

As he looked over, he could see Japan shaking his head. "He's dead. Israel killed him."

This brought outrage from the other Middle Eastern nations, but before their words could be deciphered, Israel shouted out,

"And the same will happen to anyone else who tries to kill me!"

Iran shouted back, "He was barely even involved! You just slayed an innocent!"

There was no way to know what happened for sure. China groaned, and said, "Israel, you're on the opposite side of the group with me." He'd ripped off a sleeve, and was wiping Israel's face of blood.

"He's a murderer!" said Jordan, glaring at Israel.

"I don't care! We're not killing anyone else!" China shouted back, a shield between Israel and the others.

No one attacked, but it was like they were held back by spider's webs. Hong Kong watched numbly as they stared cold, hateful eyes towards Israel, and Israel gave a fiery, hate-filled glare back.

They moved Israel next to Russia; the two nations weren't on the best of terms, but at least Russia didn't want to kill him.

No one really slept much after that.

Norway 4:55 AM

Kugelmugel had woken up sobbing, and so naturally, Sealand had woken up too, given that his friend was snuggled up against him.

He gently stroked the other micronation's head, saying, "Sh, sh, it's all right… we're going to be all right, okay?"

Kugelmugel had buried his face into Sealand's neck, cold tears soaking into the warm skin.

"Yeah, hey, it's all right," Sealand continued, holding him tightly. Kugelmugel was definitely younger than he was; Sealand wasn't sure if he was the youngest, or not. Ladonia seemed like the youngest of all, but he slept silently.

"I'm so cold," Kugelmugel whimpered, and Sealand took his freezing cold hands into his.

"It's okay. We'll reach somewhere warm soon, and then you won't even remember being cold!" Sealand wasn't sure why he felt less cold than them. All he thought was, this made him the right person to do the comforting.

Kugelmugel hiccuped. "I can't feel my fingers," he whimpered.

That didn't sound good. In fact, that sounded horrible. Sealand brought Kugelmugel with him as he went to wake Sweden up.

"Papa Sweden," he said, nudging him awake.

"Mm?" Sweden asked, eyes blinking open.

"Kugelmugel can't feel his fingers."

Sweden took the micronation's hands in his, and began to try to rub the warmth back in. "Go check Ladonia."

Sealand scrambled back to Ladonia, but there was just an empty space where he had once been, and his laptop, with no little lights on. Sealand brought it over to Sweden, saying, "He's back in his computer."

Sweden squinted at it, saying, "Open it."

The screen was blank; the laptop was dead. It hadn't had internet in the first place, but Sealand got a chill under his skin. Ladonia was all right… wasn't he?

Sweden frowned, but tucked the laptop under his arm, as though he would protect it for all eternity.

Kugelmugel was still crying, teeth chattering now.

Sealand could only watch as his friend's lips slowly turned blueish.

/AN/ Whew! Hope y'all like it! And my knowledge of nations' relations is not perfect, but do know that relations between Saudi Arabia and Israel are not so bad right now.