Okay, I'm sorry this is late. I'm going to try to update this once a week, but I'm still not sure which day of the week. But please bear in mind that these chapters do take me a while to write as I try to make them as long as possible, and they do require some amount of research, depending on how well I know the topic. This chapter didn't take much research as I was already pretty familiar with it, but I know that future chapters definitely will take more time. So, keep that in mind if my updates are a little slow.

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This is a reply to the reviewer Zaaze as I couldn't PM you: No, not necessarily. I had the idea floating around in my mind along with some others, but I wasn't sure if I should go along with it. Then I read your comment about it and I saw some others commenting on it, so I decided to go ahead with it. I hope your happy I did though!

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5. Row, Row, Row the French

"Dunkirk, 1940?" America asked as he followed England's gaze. "What happened then again? I can't remember."

England rolled his eyes. "The evacuation, you git."

America nodded as if he remembered it now. In truth, he only vaguely remembered it since he wasn't involved in the war yet when it had happened.

They were standing not far from a beach. In the distance they could see the city of Dunkirk. It looked relatively calm despite the imminent battle that England knew was approaching.

"Uh, England?"

England turned away from the city to look at America who was about to ask him something.

"Yes?"

"We were in Germany a minute ago, right?"

England's eyes went wide as he had just remembered where they had come from. The shock he had gotten when seeing Dunkirk had made him forget his previous shock of arriving here in the first place.

"We were." He said while slowly coming to terms with what had happened. "How did that happen?"

America shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. We came through a door that was there a minute ago, and then it somehow disappeared."

England looked to where the door used to be. It was definitely there a minute ago, but where had it gone, and how did it lead them here?

"You said we're in 1940?" America asked.

England nodded. "I'm pretty sure. It looks just like I remember it."

America looked confused as he tried to make sense of it all. "But weren't we just in 1944? How could we be in 1940? That doesn't make any sense!"

England looked back again at the city in the distance. Maybe he was wrong, and this was really Dunkirk in 1944. But even if it was still 1944 then this couldn't possibly be Dunkirk because like America had said, they were just in Germany! But this was Dunkirk, that much England knew, but how?

"England! I got it!" America shouted in excitement.

England turned around confused. "Got what?"

"Remember what that ghost man told us back in Berlin?"America asked with a smile on his face.

England had no idea what America was talking about. "He told us to find everyone. What does that have to do with this?"

America sighed. "No! After that! He said something about finding everyone before time runs out. Before year zero. That was in 1944."

England smiled as he understood what America was getting at. "And now we're in 1940! We're moving backwards in time towards year zero."

Now that they understood what was going on they knew for sure that they were in Dunkirk in 1940.

"So, does this mean that we don't know when we're going to go to a different time period?" America asked. He didn't remember anyone telling them that they were leaving Berlin.

"I guess so." England replied. He didn't really like the idea of being whirled back into different time periods at random moments.

The sound of aircrafts then caught their attention. England and America shielded their eyes as they looked up into the clear blue sky and saw the German Luftwaffe flying overhead towards the city of Dunkirk.

England looked over at the peaceful coastal city with pity. "Now, the battle begins."

They watched in silence as bombs began to fall upon the port city. They were a good few miles away, so they didn't feel the need to run yet. After watching for a good ten minutes, America broke the silence between them.

"So, are we supposed to be looking for countries?" He asked over the deafening noise of the bombs.

"I'd assume so." England said. He was a little distracted though as memories of this day were flooding his mind.

America looked towards the now smoking city with uncertainty. "But how are we supposed to get over there?"

England agreed that the current state of Dunkirk was not in any way beneficial for them, but he knew that they'd have to get over there somehow or another. If they were dumped here then there must be some nation stuck there in the middle of that mess waiting for their assistance. And they'd have to get there quickly because who knew when they'd be plucked out of this time period and thrown into another one.

"I don't know, but we have to get there somehow. There's most definitely a nation there who's not supposed to be, and we have to get them out."

America sighed. "I guess you're right." He then looked down at the uniforms they were wearing which they had stolen from two Nazi officers back in Berlin. "But before we do that, do you think it might be better if we change into something more...less German looking?"

England looked down at his uniform. "Yes, I think we should."

After taking off the uniforms and leaving just the undershirts and pants on, the two nations began to cautiously make their way along the coast towards the fire blazing city of Dunkirk.

"Hey England, do you by any chance know what today's exact date is?" America asked loudly as the sound of the bombs grew louder as they approached.

"It should be May twenty-fourth." England replied matter of factly. "That was the day the Luftwaffe attacked. They'll continue for the next few days, and the evacuation will start on May twenty-sixth."

"So, your army is stuck in that city right now?"

England nodded. "Unfortunately, including some French and Belgian soldiers, and more are on their way. We're surrounded by the Germans right now on all three sides, so the only way out is to go across the channel to Britain."

America looked over at the coast. He couldn't see any boats in the smoking waters. How this evacuation worked was still a mystery to him.

The rest of the walk was in silence. Eventually, they reached the nearly destroyed city. It slightly reminded them of Berlin, but a little different. Buildings were in ruins and civilians ran in fright, all was the same in Berlin. But this time, there were thousands of soldiers around and numerous tanks and military equipment and machinery. Upon reaching Dunkirk, America and England tried to keep themselves sheltered from the flying bombs as they watched the scene before them.

"And we're supposed to find nations in all this?" America asked though it was more of a rhetorical question.

England sighed. "We have no other choice."

America knew they were at a loss. There was a country out there, possibly more, but how could they go out and find them in all of this? They had gotten lucky in Germany, but America doubted that they'd get that lucky this time around. But then again, maybe they would.

"Okay, so do you have any suggestions?"

England snorted. "I thought the hero would come up with something."

"Fine. The hero thinks that we should just go out there, and search."

England looked at America in disbelief. "That's your idea?"

America crossed his arms. "It's not like there's anything else we can do!"

England sighed and looked back at the battle going on in front of him. There really was nothing else that they could do. They'd just have to hope that a miracle would happen. The Dunkirk Evacuation had been dubbed the Miracle of Dunkirk, so maybe a miracle could happen here.

TWO BLOODY DAYS LATER...

"Well, that plan of yours sure worked out well, didn't it?"

America sighed and put a hand to his bloody face. They had been here for two days and had still found no one. The German attacks hadn't ceased and really all they've been doing this whole time was trying to avoid the bombs.

"Maybe there isn't anyone here." America said.

There was no trace of any of his usual enthusiasm or cheerfulness in his voice. He was too exhausted and worn out from the previous days' events.

"Maybe you're right." England said. "Today's the day they start evacuating. Maybe we can hitch a ride."

"And then what? Be stuck at your place until we reach the future again?" America asked in despair. Any hope he had had was gone.

England then remembered that there were constantly moving backwards in time. "Never mind. We might as well stay here. We're bound to be thrown into some other time period at some point."

America didn't find that all too bad. The question though was when?

"But what if there really is someone here. What happens if we don't find them and send them back?"

For the first time since their arrival in Dunkirk, England pulled out the glass bottle that still remained in his pocket. The potion was still a mystery to them.

"I don't know. What happens when we get to zero? What if we don't find everyone by then?"

No one answered the question as there was no answer to give. This whole time travel thing was still too unreal for them to fully believe. Who did this and why? Was it that ghost man in Berlin? Who was he really? Tjere were too many questions to answer, but not enough time!

"England! Look!"

England looked up to see America pointing into the distance. He quickly followed the younger man's gaze until his eyes locked on a familiar someone.

"It's France!" America shouted. He stood up so quickly that it reminded England of America's reaction to seeing Germany in Berlin.

"America! Wait!"

America stopped. "What? It's France. That's what we came for, right?"

England looked at the Frenchman closely. He looked exactly like he had on this very day. England was convinced that this had to be the original France from 1940.

"That's not France from the future. He's the original."

"How do you know?"

England rolled his eyes. "I was there you idiot!"

"Oh, wow! You really were there!" America said in shock.

England turned to look at what America was looking at and gasped at what he saw. It was him. He was staring at himself from 1940. How was this possible?

"I think we should stay out of their sight." England said, backing away as he pulled America with him. "We don't want to change history or anything."

America pouted. "But wouldn't that be cool? Don't you want to go talk to your past self? I know I would!"

Well, then it's a good thing your past self isn't here, England thought to himself.

"No, I'd rather not. Let's just get out of here before they notice us."

England began to walk in the opposite direction, but America stopped him. "Yeah, I don't think you want to leave just yet. Look who's hiding over there."

America pointed to a pile of rubble near the the two original nations of France and England. Behind the rubble was a man very similar to France. They were practically identical just with different clothes. The only other difference was that the France in hiding had a very confused expression on his face.

"That's the France we want." England said triumphantly as he took the bottle out of his pocket. "Let's go send a certain frog back into the future. One of them here is more than enough."

They were about to make their way towards the out of place Frenchman, but were stopped when a bunch of military officers came around.

"The evacuation is starting." England whispered to America.

They watched from their hiding place as soldiers began to head towards the beach in mobs with the original France and England following them. They watched the thousands of troops gathering at the coast, all the while bombs kept falling from the sky. They almost lost sight of the France that they were supposed to rescure when he ran to join the evacuating army.

"Come on!" England said as he jumped up to go follow the French nation. "We have to follow him!"

They quickly ran after France, but they couldn't get to him as there were too many soldiers in their way. They had made it to the beach. The sight was unbelievable, even to England who had been there before. Thousands upon thousands of mainly worn out and exhausted British soldiers were gathered on the beach while others boarded the little boats sailed by British civilians from across the channel. The larger boats were stranded a few miles away as the waters near the coast were too shallow for them to dock. Because of this, thousands of soldiers were wading through the water towards the boats until the water had reached their necks, all the while avoiding the bombs that were raining down heavily.

"Did you see where France went?" America asked as he scanned the crowd.

England hadn't taken his eye off of him. He pointed towards him. "Over there."

France had made his way through the many soldiers littering the beach. Somehow he had made it to a little rowboat sitting in the shallow waters.

"He's gonna sail away!" America stated the obvious. "We have to get there before he leaves!"

And they were off. They ran like madmen through the crowds while keeping an eye on France and that little boat, making sure it stayed put. The boat didn't seem to be going anywhere though. It might have been because there were too many bombs hurling towards them that whoever was sailing that boat was probably afraid to make any move.

"They're not moving! We may still have a chance!" England shouted as they neared the little boat.

They finally made it and with much relief too.

"Stop!" America shouted as he waved his arms in the air.

"Don't go anywhere!" England yelled frantically.

Upon noticing them, France turned towards them and looked at them with shock and disbelief. "England, America, what are you doing here and why are you dressed like that? Didn't I just see you England? You were with someone who looked exactly like me! But it couldn't have been!"

England tried to stop the French nation from continuing his rant, but his effort was to no avail.

"America? Why are you here? I'm so confused! What is going on!

England took this momemt to intervene. "You're confused because you're not supposed to be here."

France looked at him angrily. "Of course I'm not supposed to be here, Germany is coming! And neither are you, Anglettere. What is this all about?"

Before England could answer, a bomb landed in the water quite close to them. The British fisherman sailing the boat screamed in panic and began to clumsily climb out.

"I'm getting out of here! I'll go back in someone else's boat!"

England tried to get the frightened man to come back. "Wait! We'll get out! You'll survive!"

"England, don't bother," America interrupted. "Besides, it's better this way. We have the boat to ourselves."

England sighed as he watched the fishermen run in panic. "Fine. I guess you're right."

The two began to climb into the boat. France, who was already seated in the boat, stared at them incredulously. He still couldn't believe what was happening. America and England didn't pay attention though to the Frenchman's astonishment.

"America, start sailing the boat out of here." England commanded as he pulled the glass bottle out of his pocket. "I'll send France back."

France panicked. "What? You're sending me back there?! But Anglettere, I thought you were here to rescue me. What is going on and what is that horrifying purple thing in your hand?"

England sighed. This was going to be harder then he had thought. "I'm not sending you back there. I'm sending you back to where you belong. I am here to rescue you, but in order to do that, I need you to drink this."

England had to hold the bottle tightly as the little boat rocked back and forth in the raging waters. Bombs were still flying through the air as they hurried past soldiers scrambling onto the boats.

France didn't know what to do. He knew he could trust England, and he knew that he had to get out of here, but nothing was making sense. He didn't even remember being in Dunkirk before this. He didn't really know where he had been before this. All he remembered was that he had woken up a few days ago to find himself here in the midst of all the German bombings. Maybe England was right that he didn't belong here. Whatever that purple substance was, it couldn't possibly make his situation any worse, could it?

"So, I just have to drink that and I'm rescued?" He asked, almost mockingly.

England smiled encouragingly. "Yes!"

"How is that going to save me?"

England looked down at the bottle dumbfounded. "Uh, just believe me on this. It'll work, I just can't explain it."

France raised an eyebrow and glanced questioningly at America who was trying to maneuver the boat through the chaotic waters. America just nodded excitedly.

France took another look at the glass bottle in England's hand. He then looked around at their surroundings. They were pretty much clear of the coast by now. Though there were many other boats heading towards Britain, their boat seemed to be drifting away from everyone else. France wasn't sure why, but it didn't make him very comfortable.

"Alright. I'll do it, though I think this is ridiculous."

England handed him the bottle without any hesitation. "It is ridiculous, but just do it!"

And much to the satisfaction of America and England, he did. They watched nervously as France took a drink. They knew what to expect yet they still weren't completely comfortable with it.

Just as they had expected, within the second France had drunk it he began to dissolve right in front of their eyes, yet again. It was only a matter of seconds until France had completely disappeared.

"Well, there's two nations down." America said after France's disappeared act had finished.

Their little boat had now drifted far away from Dunkirk and the other boats were now out of sight. It was now just England and America stranded in a boat together in the middle of the English Channel.

"So," America said. "What now?"

England thought of the most reasonable answer at the moment. "We keep sailing until we reach land."

"You mean, your land?" America inquired.

England smiled at the thought of going to his country. "Yes. My land."

America laughed. "Well, then you're in luck because I see land in the distance."

England turned to look at what America was referring to. They couldn't have reached it already. He looked carefully at the land they were approaching. It was definitely northern land by the looks of it. It was slightly mountainous, but with plenty of trees. Everything was covered in snow. England shivered as he realized the air had suddenly become colder, much colder, especially with the light clothing he was wearing.

"I don't think we're in England, America." England said as the boat got closer. "I don't even think we're in 1940 anymore."

Anyone want to guess where they are? I know, it could be anywhere. I didn't really give such good clues there. It's not as obvious as it was last time. I'll give you a hint though, it's one of the Nordics!

I hope you guys enjoyed it. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Random Fact about the Dunkirk Evacuation:

Dunkirk was the biggest evacuation in military history resulting in the evacuation of 338,226 British soldiers as well as 140,000 French and Belgian soldiers, all in a matter of eight days.

Seriously guys, look it up. It's an amazing story!