Early the next morning, Peter woke up to the sun shining through the window. He raised himself up and rubbed his eyes with a cute yawn.

He looked around at the large bed. Molossia was taking up half of it while still very much asleep, and his dog was curled up at both micronation's feet.

After such a close call with the bear and an exhausting walk all night, they needed this.

Silently he stepped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, cursing himself whenever he accidentally made the floor creak.

With his business dealt with he returned to the bed and curled up under the sheets. It's only 6:00 A.M., he's not getting up until he gets his eight hours in.

Nearly three hours later he woke up again along with Molossia and his dog. After getting ready they left the room and went back into town, making a stop at a nearby restaurant for breakfast.

Peter happily kicked his legs back and forth in the tall restaurant chair as he chewed on a large piece of huckleberry pie. Across from him Molossia sat while drawing a long line on the map and eating a piece of fried chicken at the same time. He turned the map to Peter and swallowed his food.

"I know I already said this before, but here's the path we're taking. We're here, then we're going along Yellowstone River for about twenty miles until this split off which takes us onto Lamar River. From there we follow that until we reach the valley which is where America and Belarus are."

"When will we get there?" Peter asked in between bites. Molossia shrugged and shoved some waffles in his mouth. "D'p'ndin' 'n th' r'pids 'nd h'w f'st we ar', 't c'ld t'ke a f'w h'rs 'r 'll d'y."

Peter stared at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Excuse me?" Molossia took a hard swallow and reiterated. "Just be fast and it'll only take a few hours."

"Do you think they'll say there that long? There's a great chance they are already there," Peter noted.

Molossia nodded. "I'm sure they will be, and even if they do leave we could take Willow Creek down then cross over onto Raven Creek, which will lead us back to Yellowstone Lake."

Peter looked to the map to see what he was referring to, agreeing once he knew what Molossia was talking about.

In a little while they had finished their breakfast, Molossia making sure to save a piece of chicken for his dog. Afterwards they had gone to the boat rental shop and in a few minutes were on the rushing river toward the nations.

Unlike the warm sun and comfy bed the micronations woke up to, Alfred was awoken by the loud grumbling and hollow feeling in his stomach. They were so tired last night neither of them got any dinner, they just rolled into sleeping bags on the flat and uncomfortable ground.

Alfred slowly stirred and forced himself to his feet. Natalya still appeared to be asleep, too tired to get up and watch the sunrise, so he was extra quiet in unzipping and exiting the tent.

His stomach rumbled again, even louder and more painful than before. He rubbed it uncomfortably while squinting at the bright landscape. It was very beautiful, even though the sun was burning his eyes.

If his empty stomach wasn't enough to upset him, the sudden screaming of his full bladder definitely did. Quickly he ran off to the nearest tree and relieved himself, only to notice another problem, he hadn't brushed his teeth in over a day now.

So he trudged all the way back to the tent, carefully dug into his bag for toothpaste, a toothbrush, and water to wash it out.

Standing outside overlooking the Lamar Valley, Alfred slowly brushed his teeth, though slowed even more as he felt a faint rumbling. He raised an eyebrow as it got louder and louder, then when he finally saw what it was he jumped and accidentally swallowed the whole mouthful.

He coughed and hacked and drank some water as he sprinted to the tent, diving inside and forcefully shaking Natalya around. "Nat wake up you've gotta see this!!!"

She shot up and got away from him in a dazed and panicked state. "What, what's happening?!" He calmed down a little and smiled childishly at her. "I saw something cool outside and I wanna show you."

Her panic turned to anger as she fell onto her side and whined. "Alfred I was trying to sleep! Can't this wait?!"

Before she could cover up again he pulled the sleeping bag away. "No, they might go away before then. Come on it'll only take a second!"

She groaned and tried to pull the sleeping bag up again, but Alfred held it firm. "I promise it will be worth it."

"Nyet."

"Please...? Look, if you don't like it I'll let you punch me," he bargained.

"..."

"Stab me?"

". . ."

"Kick me in the dick?"

She stared at him for a long while before sighing and getting up. "This better be good." He ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders to stop her. "Hold on."

He poked his head out of the tent, then came back in with a grin. "Alright let's go." The two of them exited the tent and neared the top of the slope that overlooked the valley, crouching down and looking out to the river.

"Look, right there," Alfred directed as he pointed to the river, bringing Natalya's attention to a collection of small brown dots speckled all throughout the grassland.

"Bison," was all she could mutter out in her amazement. There were thousands of them, all running around together and gathering to drink from the river.

"Yeah, I was looking everywhere for them yesterday with no luck. I didn't expect them to all group up like this," he told her with no response. Looking over he couldn't help but laugh at her astonishment.

"Well? Stop gawking and let's go see them," he announced as he took her by the wrist and began running down the hill toward the massive creatures.

By the time she got her bearings they were already in the middle of a herd, so rather than get angry and rile up the animals she decided to let Alfred continue dragging her around.

For a while they walked around and just watched the bison do their own thing, but once they began moving Alfred got a better idea.

He took Natalya to one of them and stood to the side of it. "Soooo, you wanna pet it?" He wondered.

She looked at him like he was crazy. "And get trampled? I'll pass." He laughed and stepped closer to her. "It's easy, here I'll show you."

Without warning he took her hand in his and raised it up to the bison, placing it on the soft mane and slowly rubbing circles with it.

"See, just like that," he spoke calmly right next to her ear, sending electricity from her head to toe. She looked up at his large hand clasped softly to the topside of her smaller one, sending her mind reeling at the realization that they were holding hands.

"Are you ok Nat? You're trembling," he whispered, sending another shock through her body.

"Would you stop worrying about me? I'm fine... idiot," she growled lowly, though like most of her insults now it didn't seem truly angry.

"I know, I just wanted to make sure. I was afraid you were scared of the bison," he said while looking at the retreating herd. Any second this bison was going to move so he had to act fast.

"Of course not, I'm not scared of anything," she stated angrily while turning to him with her hands on her hips. Alfred smirked and moved to her waist to substitute her hands for his own. "Good."

Next thing Natalya knew she was falling forward into Alfred as he lifted her off the ground. As she tried to regain her balance by gripping his shoulders, he set her on the hump of the bison. He got himself up just in time as the bison joined the moving herd, adjusting Natalya a little bit so they were both facing forward.

"Have you ever taken a ride on a bison before?" Alfred joked, knowing fully well this was extremely strange. Unsurprisingly she shook her head no.

Around her she saw the large herd slowly walking to nowhere. "I've never seen so many bison. Not since I was a child at least."

"Yeah, I think there's around 5,000 here," Alfred said, bringing Natalya great shame. 'That's more than my entire country.'

"You should've visited me a few centuries ago, I had around thirty... maybe even sixty million of them," he added. She perked up and spun her head back to him, almost losing her balance and falling off.

"Sixty million?!" Alfred laughed at her shock. "Yup. And if you think a herd of 5,000 is cool you should've seen them when they were in the hundreds of thousands."

"What happened to them?" She asked, observing as his happy smile dropped while he averted his gaze. "The United States happened." Her face softened at the flicker of sadness he showed.

"Obstruction of the railroads, killing for fun, hurting the natives, money. Whatever reason it was they almost drove the bison to extinction. In only a few decades the numbers dropped from the tens of millions to 300," he sighed at the horrible memory of the incalculable rotting bodies.

"There's a famous photo on the internet of a guy standing on a mountain of bison skulls... and it just pisses me off. If you're standing on a mountain of any kind of skull that should be a dead giveaway you're doing something wrong."

His smile came back up and he grinned at her. "Well at least they grew some brains and began protecting them. So now I have 500,000 again."

Natalya turned forward again and looked down at the bison they were on, petting its head a little bit.

Alfred leaned to the side to see what she was doing. "Anyway that's enough about me, what do you think about them?"

She pet the bison again as she reminisced. "...I love them. When I was a child and lived with big brother and sestra in the woods we used to see them pass by when they were entering and exiting the forest. I especially liked when it was winter and you would find them almost completely covered in snow. It made them look so elegant."

"Have you ever seen a white bison?" Alfred butt in. She turned and looked at him strangely. "You have white bison?"

"No... well actually I think I heard about one on the news. I don't know just forget it, you reminded me of a video game is all," he excused while smiling and closing his eyes.

His eyes snapped open again when he actually took in what she said. "Wait so you have bison in your country?"

She nodded and looked back at him. "Obviously not as many as you but I still have them. They're actually my national animal."

Alfred's eyes sparkled as he slowly and loudly gasped. "Really?! So is mine!" Natalya raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Hasn't it always been that annoying bald eagle of yours?"

"Yeah, but a few years ago the bison became my national mammal while the bald eagle became the national bird," he explained, then laughed. "Another thing to add to the list of things we have in common."

"Da. . . So where are the bison heading?" She pondered. Alfred shrugged without a care in the world. "Who knows, just follow them and we'll be bound to end up somewhere cool."

While Natalya and Alfred were relaxing on the back of a bison, Peter, Molossia, and his dog were getting knocked around by the rushing river.

For wanting a calm vacation, Molossia has been in nothing but stressful situations.

Right now they were just entering a small canyon, which they knew would be full of more rapids. As they dodged some rocks and slowed down in calmer waters, Peter was finally able to get out some thoughts he was having.

"It's still odd to see how big of a place this is. You could fit thousands of my nation just in this park alone. Not even that jerk Britain could compare."

Molossia rolled his eyes. "Well duh, I'm pretty sure Wyoming is bigger than him."

"Is that true?" Peter wondered, skeptical one mid-sized state was bigger than the entirety of the UK. Molossia nodded. "I think so, I can't remember where I heard that from though."

The two fell into silence for a long while, because honestly what are you going to talk about when you're slowly floating down a river for hours. Luckily Peter was there. "So do you think Russia will be angry that Alfred and Natalya are friends?"

Molossia thought hard about it for some time. "I'm actually not sure. He probably hates the idea of America being anywhere near his sisters, but I can't help but get the feeling she's using him in some way for Russia."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked in confusion. "I'm not sure. I'm just suspicious that she's trying to become his friend only to use him. Like maybe this is some ploy to get closer to Russia, either by sabotaging America or purposely angering the commie so he'll take her back."

"You don't really think she would you that, right?" Peter asked with worry lacing his voice. He's seen what she's acted like to Alfred, there's no way it could all be a lie.

Molossia was unmoving as he looked ahead seriously. "I'm not sure, we'll have to wait and see."

Peter got a bad feeling from how serious Molossia was. "And what will you do if she does betray Alfred?"

"That's up for America to decide, but in my personal opinion she should be banned from the country forever, or at least what Japan did and have travel warnings put on her since she'll still have to come for meetings and that shit."

"I hope you're wrong about her," Peter said. Molossia nodded with him. "I hope so too."

"Wait so that's why Japan gave you travel warnings?" Alfred asked in between his hysterical laughing. Natalya blushed and rubbed her upper arm. "Da."

He laughed some more but kept it quiet as to not be mean to her. "Don't worry about it, I've done stuff way stupider than that."

She grinned a little bit and nodded knowingly. "I'm more than aware of that." He grinned back while eating some late breakfast.

Once they started riding the bison they remembered they hadn't had eaten since lunch yesterday, and Natalya hadn't even gone to the bathroom yet. So they were delighted when the bison only walked a few miles upstream for longer grasses to graze.

They hopped off and went to the nearest tree, Alfred setting up their picnic under the shade of the tree while Natalya went off to do her business and brush her teeth.

That left them where they were now, laughing together and eating food while overlooking the majestic bison.

"So what do you want to do after this?" Alfred asked after swallowing a bite. "Let's just stay here for the day. We don't have to do something action packed every single day," she suggested, gaining a frown from Alfred.

"You're only saying that because you're still tired, aren't you?" She looked at him and scowled, but knew he saw right through her. "Da, but it's your own fault for waking me up."

"Yeah but I woke you up to this," he argued while gesturing a hand to the herd in the background.

"I suppose... but how aren't you tired? You woke up before I did," she wondered. "I was hungry and had to use the bathroom," he answered. "That's more than enough to keep me up."

"You should relax as well," she stated. He shook his head. "But I'm fully awake."

"Because you're up and active. Here, lay your head down and I bet you'll be out cold in a few minutes," she challenged.

He refused at first, but as she insisted while tapping on her lap he found it increasingly hard to resist the temptation.

Eventually he agreed and slowly bent down and lied on her lap, blushing like crazy as he stared up at her face. Her tiny smile was warm and inviting, but he also got a hint of smugness, obviously as she was about to prove a point.

"I'll give you twenty minutes to stay awake. If you can do that then I'll admit I was wrong and we'll do something you want. But if you fall asleep then we do what I want," she proposed.

Alfred crossed his arms and stared at her with determination in his eyes. "You're on."

She smirked wider and began softly brushing her fingers through his hair. "Don't you just want to... close those tired eyes... and drift off into the most wonderful of dreams."

Alfred scrunched his face up in annoyance. "Nat I just laid down. At least wait a few minutes before trying to coax me."

Before he could say anything else she rested a finger on his lips to shush him. "Shhhh. No more stalling. Be quiet and rest."

The contact on his lips and her soft features made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, inching him ever closer to tiredness.

Her brushing of his head intensified as she grew more thorough, making sure to avoid Nantucket as it made him twitch at every touch.

In no time her massaging and soothing words broke through his barrier, turning him into a half-asleep mess struggling and failing to blink the drowsiness away.

"There... just like that," she whispered while gliding her hands on the sides of his head, a call back to his whispering to her. He was trapped. If he didn't do something he was going to lose.

With the last bit of energy he could muster, he tried to sit up, but Natalya held him tight and pushed his head back in her lap. "Ah ah ah, no cheating."

He gritted his teeth and turned his head from side to side. He couldn't escape, not from her delicate hands or that lethal voice.

Every time she spoke in that smooth, thick-accented voice, sweet as honey and innocent-as-can-be mixed with the undertone of maliciousness, he crumbled little by little. It was intoxicating. And every time she parted those soft pink lips he knew his chances of winning we're about to drop significantly.

"N-Nat," he stuttered out while raising an arm weakly. She smiled and gently pushed the arm back down while shaking her head in disapproval. "What did I tell you about talking? Just give in. Sweet little American boy."

Alfred couldn't keep his focus anymore and lost control as his eyes drooped closed once more. Certain she had won, Natalya checked her phone to see how long he lasted. "Ten minutes. You did well. But it wasn't-"

She was interrupted as Alfred shot his eyes open, furiously glaring at nothing with bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, so you have a little more fight left in you? Good," she whispered menacingly into his ear. Purposely being as breathy as possible as to blow warm air all over him.

It made his eyes twitch a bit but not close. In fact he hadn't closed his eyes in a very long time, to the point where there were tears forming.

He was forcing himself awake, burning his own eyes to exploit that tiny spark of energy it gave. He refuses to lose, he's an American, he doesn't take naps, not even when resting in the lap of a pretty lady.

Natalya found it humorous as the minutes went by of his struggling, only for it to fizzle away as the half-lidded eyes and weakness returned. He tried, he really did, but he's far beyond his limit at this point.

She took one long look at his drained expression, after such an explosive Hail Mary attempt it's a miracle he hadn't passed out yet.

Taking one more glance at her phone she had to do a double take as she looked at the time. Alfred had won, it had just gone over twenty minutes.

She smiled and stared down at Alfred, who still had his eyes open just the tiniest amount. 'He doesn't need to know that,' she thought while brushing hair away from his face, finally sending him over the edge as his eyes closed and his breathing slowed.

She herself was tired, evident by the large yawn that just hit her, but it would be hard to sleep sitting up like this. On the other hand, she didn't want Alfred's head leaving her lap yet, it could still be too early for him to be in sleep deep enough to move. Also the way he slept on her was cute.

Pretty soon she found herself twirling Nantucket subconsciously. She didn't mean to, but it was just so much fun seeing him twitch and squirm like that. Though maybe she could cut back a little so it doesn't wake him.

She should really figure out what his cowlick is all about. It's a common talking point amongst the nations when it comes to the North American twins, the Italian twins, Austria, or the others.

Germany once had to untie the Italies from each other, in which it seemed like the hair made them uncomfortable or possibly in pain. Hungary said something similar about Austria.

No one cared about Canadia or whatever he's called, but Alfred? He doesn't act like it's painful or uncomfortable, rather all he does is get red and tell people not to touch it while covering it up. It's intriguing.

Now she could be the one to solve the mystery. Though not right now, as she wants him to sleep. But maybe in the future when she catches him sleeping another time.

After about ten or so minutes she began to notice something strange. Near Alfred's side was a bunny. A very small one that was pure white and almost completely circular. What's weirder was it approached Alfred with no hesitation, like it's seen Alfred before.

If that wasn't strange already, as time went on another bunny showed up, then another, then a few more until Alfred and Natalya had a large ring of about 100 bunnies surrounding them.

Weirded out, Natalya gently set Alfred's head down on the ground and stood up, only to startle all the bunnies and send them all running away.

She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Alfred. "Did you do that?" Obviously she didn't receive a response, but could completely imagine what he would've said. Probably something along the lines of "of course dudette, bunnies love me!"

She laughed to herself and crouched down next to Alfred, brushing out the wrinkles in the picnic blanket and lying down next to him.

The last thing she saw before falling asleep was the calm face of that bunny-loving twit right in front of hers.

"How much longer until we reach the valley?" Peter asked for maybe the hundredth time. Molossia's eyebrow twitched violently as he was on the verge of a meltdown.

"I don't know Sealand, do you see America and Belarus around here? Because I sure fucking don't!" He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the land.

He quickly calmed down and rubbed his forehead. "Ok, over there looks like where the Lamar River splits off from the Yellowstone River, so once we cross there we should be a little over halfway."

"Only halfway?" Peter groaned. Molossia shrugged. "It's either this or you walk the whole way."

'Well that sounds positively miserable,' Peter thought. Maybe sitting in a kayak wasn't so bad. He didn't talk for a long time after that.

It wasn't until they passed by a small herd of bison did Peter speak again. "I only ever heard or seen pictures of them, I never realized how big they were!"

His eyes were practically all sparkles as he leaned forward in the boat to get a better look at them. "Where do you think they're going?"

"I'm not sure, but from the looks of it they might be looking for food," Molossia answered. "They seem to be heading the same way as us. Maybe they can lead us to the others as well. I'm sure America is probably drooling over the amount of bison here."

Alfred woke up face down with drool smeared on the side of his face. He turned to his right and found Natalya asleep right next to him. Though by the time he wiped the drool away she had begun to wake up.

"Hey there, did you get enough sleep?" She asked with a smug grin. He frowned and buried his head in the blanket, then flinched as he felt her petting the back of his head. "If you want I can put you to sleep again."

"Nope," he refused while getting away from her. "I am wide awake now, for real this time." He tried getting up and walking away, but she latched onto his wrist and kept him in place.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked with a glare. "Walking?" He answered. She shook her head and pulled him back to the ground. "Oh no, I won. Remember?"

Alfred sat back down awkwardly while staring at her arms wrapped around his. "Then what do you want to do?"

She let go of him and leaned back on the tree in contemplation. "I don't know. Let's just sit back and relax and watch the bison."

Alfred slowly scooted close to her and leaned against the tree as well, passing her a few embarrassed side glances.

Little did he know she was doing the exact same thing whenever he looked away. She couldn't help it.

"Your hair is very soft," she complimented suddenly. Alfred looked at her in bewilderment, fully expecting the usual insult that always came right after.

He laughed and rubbed his hair. "Thanks, your hands felt... nice." She couldn't stop the blush or smile that formed on her face, not that she tried to.

He moved his hand up and lightly grasped one of the long strands of her own hair. "Though your hair is way softer."

Rather than push him away or throw out insults, she simply sat and stared with a thumping heart as he twirled it around his fingers, feeling every silky strand of that beautiful platinum hair.

"Could I style your hair?" He asked spontaneously. She was hesitant as he was probably going to mess it up somehow, but for some reason she felt she could trust him.

So she moved forward to give Alfred room to sit behind her, to which he quickly got to work brushing out and parting the outer layer of hair into multiple strands.

From there he began folding the strands over each other and went in that pattern for the entire length of her hair.

As he was doing that Natalya could feel him styling her hair. "You know how to braid hair?" She wondered with genuine shock.

"Yup," Alfred responded shortly. "How?" She asked.

Alfred chuckled warmly. "It's a little embarrassing actually. Back when Mattie and I were first found by Iggy and France we were wearing dresses. And France being France, thought it was adorable and would mess with Mattie's hair. Obviously mine was too short for that, but after years of watching my bro get tortured I began to pick up on how to do it myself."

"You wore a dress?" She asked behind her hand as she stifled a giggle. Alfred only smirked down at the ground while continuing to braid her hair. "You're one to talk, I saw that picture of you wearing the rags and that boy cut hair with the big bow."

She immediately stopped laughing and slowly turned around to give him a death glare. "How the hell do you know that?"

A cold shiver went up his spine but he laughed it off. "I saw it a while ago when I took Lithuania home."

She made an O face in understanding. "Forgive me if I forget about that bastard." Alfred frowned as he pulled back the two long side strands to braid as well. "Why are you so hard on Lithuania?"

"Because he gets all of big brother's attention," she stated instantly, as if she's had to answer that question a million times.

Alfred laughed loudly. "Is that why you hated me so much before?" She nodded guiltily. "Partly. During the Cold War and beyond you were always the center of attention for big brother. He was obsessed and that pissed me off... little did I know it was actually China he was obsessing about."

Alfred's smile dropped as he felt the sadness in her voice, but that didn't last long as he tried to cheer her up. "I'm finished with your hair, wanna take a look?"

She nodded and felt around at her head, but that didn't give her much of a read on what she looked like now. Alfred solved the problem by taking a few pictures and showing her.

Her eyes lit up as she scrolled through the pictures. On top of her long, flat hair there was a large braid going down the middle with her two side strands turned into smaller braids that looped around and attached to the top of the big braid in what looked like a halo.

"Alfred it's... beautiful," she commented, petting her hair while absolutely mesmerized by the photos. Alfred gave her a thumbs up and a cocky grin. "Aren't I great or what?!"

"Da, thank you," she complimented. Alfred grinned in satisfaction, it wasn't often he got this many compliments from her.

"Back to what I was saying earlier, do you think with the current situation you'll ever become friends with Lithuania?" He wondered.

She glared darkly at him, which he was not ready for. "Insult me like that again and we won't be friends much longer! Nyet I'm not becoming that bastard's friend. If he's not getting all of Russia's attention he's spending his time annoying me. I don't care much for that and would rather break his fingers until he gets the hint."

Alfred swore he could feel Lithuania's dreams get crushed. "Alright, damn. . . Anyway, how did you enjoy the vacation?"

Her grumpy mood vanished as she turned and gave him a full, true smile. "It's the best time I've had in my whole life. Thank you again for bringing me with you."

He tried to say something but all of the sudden his tongue felt swollen, preventing him from responding. All he could do was nod and smile back. She was just too cute when she was smiling.

After a while he was able to get a grip and converse with her again, which they did for about another half an hour until they spotted two tiny boats in the distance.

"Is that Molossia and Peter?" Alfred pointed out. Natalya looked up as well and saw that it was indeed the two micronations.

The nations observed as they dragged their kayaks onto shore and dodged their way through the bison to walk over to them.

Peter went straight over to Natalya and stared in awe at her hair. "You look so pretty. Did Alfred do that?"

Natalya nodded with a grin. "Da, I was surprised myself."

As they talked to each other, Molossia went over to Alfred and held his hand out. "Here's your card back."

Alfred took it and stuffed it in his wallet. "So how was your hike? You didn't get attacked by any bears or stuff, right?"

Molossia's dog made a strange noise and some growls as it tried communicating with Alfred, but only Molossia understood that it was snitching on him. "Nope. Nothing at all."

After some more catching up with each other they began the long walk back, or at least for the nations as Molossia and Peter still used the kayaks.

It took nearly all the rest of the day to get back to the RV, and they still had to drive all the way back to Montana and drop off the kayaks before they could begin to drive home.

Ugh.

Somewhere along the chase Russia had lost Natalya and the others, and he was absolutely pissed. If only he could catch up one time, he could talk to her. Hell, even if he just got close enough to put a tracker on them he would be happy.

But now he's stuck riding around with these agents who don't need to be here, he didn't even want them here, they're just taking up space.

Right now he was in the middle of nowhere in Montana or whatever and it was pitch black outside. He rubbed his head in annoyance. It's too late for this shit!

Just when all hope was lost he looked up right as a large RV was driving the opposite direction of them. They must've just left town.

"There they are," he pointed out, but the driver didn't turn around. His aura flared in anger as the RV disappeared into the night. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Apologies sir, but we are in needing of fuel," the driver said, shivering at the coldness on his back.

Russia gripped the seat so hard that the armrest bent at a 90 angle. "Then be getting the fuel. Fill up a million cans if you are needing to, just get after the damn RV."

"W-Will do sir."

"Ve're in zhe forest in zhe middle of zhe night for vhat? It doesn't even look like zhey are here anymore," Prussia complained while staring down at his phone, which showed the ping was a little north of them.

"I'm sure zhey are here somevhere," Hungary assured. And she would be right, just as they exited the forest they came up to a road. In which they witnessed Alfred's RV pass right by them.

"Awww..." Prussia sighed in defeat. Now they would have to go all the way back to the car.

"We could stay for the night, this prace is quite beautifur," Japan said in an attempt to lighten the mood. It's not like they would permanently lose Alfred or Peter, not with the tracker they put on them at least.

"Yeah, it is quite awesome isn't it?" Prussia agreed, smiling up at the starry night sky. "So awesome!" He screamed while throwing his arms out to the sides, only to pause when he felt one of his hands come in contact with something.

He felt around and got confused when he felt something warm. Turning to check, his expression dropped when he found his hand grabbing the nose of a large grizzly bear, which was quietly growling and drooling from the mouth.

"Vhat zhe fuck is my life?"