Moscow was starting to lose hope in finding Vilnius and a miserable feeling pitted in her stomach that she's going to hear that the entire city of Vilnius, Lithuania had been destroyed and deserted. Holding back more tears, lest she wanted herself to be finished before she at least found Vilnius' body, she wandered around more.

Moscow: "Vilnius! Vilnius, where are you!? Come back! Riga and Tallinn have something nice for you to eat back at the hotel! Please come out! Where are you hiding!? Rome is even worried!!!"

Moscow: (I'm very worried...)

Before she could walk around more, a hand covers her mouth and she is instantly drugged into a deep longing sleep.

Moscow: (...where...where is Vilnius...)

After a few hours or so, Moscow groggily opens her eyes, still wondering the question she had been mumbling forever. Collecting her bearings, she was met with a dark and cold room with stone bricks all over the walls, ceiling, and floor, like it was an ancient prison. Sitting up and looking around she saw the one person that she had been looking for.

Moscow: "Vilnius...VILNIUS!!!"

Vilnius: "....."

Moscow scrambled up to her, patting her face with her gloved hands. She was so cold and her eyes were barely open. She couldn't even move away from Moscow, which usually she could find a little energy to do. Moscow, not knowing what else to do, took off her coat and draped it over Vilnius', who snuggled into it immediately. Her eyes finally closed and Moscow, relieved to hear, heard her steady breathing as she drifted to sleep. Slowly and quietly, she dialed for Rome on her phone, thankfully picking up a signal.

Rome: "Moscow?! Moscow!? Did you find her!?"

Moscow: "Y-Yes...but not in a good way..."

Rome: "Oh, no! You're stuttering! You never stutter! You must be really cold right now! I didn't even know you could get cold!"

Moscow: "W-Well...I gave my coat to Vilnius...she seemed to need it more than me..."

Rome: "Ah....I'm quite lost myself. Are you and Vilnius still outside or what?!"

Moscow: "N-No...we don't know where we are. It looks like a prison, Rome. But I can't see any way out. It's all cobblestone."

Rome: "Well...actually! My phone can track you! I don't know how this works...hold on...gotcha-!!! AH!!! What are you doing there?!"

Moscow: "Rome!? Wh-Where are we...?!"

Rome: "In the middle of nowhere, that's where! Ah, I can't do this by myself! I'm going to get more help!!!"

Moscow: "Rome-!!!"

*beep*

Moscow: "...h-hurry."

Rome closed her phone and dashed off in random directions. Moscow and Vilnius were starving and cold. Rome was the same, but it didn't bother her like it would usually do. Two very important lives now rest on her shoulders and she was starting to feel the weight of them. Stumbling tiredly to a big house that her eyes could barely pick up, she trudged up the stairs and passed out, slamming into the doorbell and falling to the floor with a loud thud.

Lithuania: "A-AH-!!!"

Estonia: "Huh? Lithuania? Are you alright? I heard screaming."

Lithuania: "U-Uh, sorry. The doorbell rang."

Estonia: "Oh, you are right. Here, I'll get it."

Latvia: "Lithuania! What happened?"

Lithuania: "Estonia's going to get the door. Someone rang the doorbell."

Latvia: "What if they're here for Mr. Russia?"

Lithuania: "I doubt it if they know what's good for them."

Lithuania chuckles, looking around nervously as he whispers the comment. Estonia slowly opens the door, as small gusts of air flush through the lobby of the manor. Looking around for a little, he sees nothing, but then Rome's body flops onto his feet as the door swings away that held up her passed-out form.

Estonia: "Ah-!"

Latvia/Lithuania: "What? What happened?"

Estonia kneels down and pulls her body in quickly as Latvia closes the door. She was unconsciously curled up into a ball, snuggling into the hood of her coat, her small curl poking out from the pulled-together fabric. Due to this curl, at first, they thought that this was Italy. But as they pulled off her coat while resting her down into a guest room (sneaked her in as quietly as they could, mind you), they saw that she was indeed female.

Latvia: "...Does Italy have a sister?"

Lithuania: "Not that I know of."

Estonia: "Well, she does look Italian. I'll get some food. The smell should wake her up, rejuvenated before she actually eats the stuff."

Lithuania: "Good idea, watch out for Mr. Russia."

Estonia: "Will do."

After making some pasta from looking up in a couple books, he secretly brings the plate to her bedside and just as they thought, she bolted up and lunged at the food, and pretty much gobbles it all down in one second, flopping down on the bed afterward.

(Baltic States): "Whoa...."

Rome: "Ah~! That was a good pasta~! Yes, could have a few areas of improvement, but still is a good start!"

Lithuania: "She can even tell what novice you were, making it."

Estonia: "I can see that..."

Rome: "AH!!! It is no time to eat pasta even though it was delicious!!! I still need to find help!!! Where's my coat!?"

Latvia: "Ah! Please, miss! Don't yell! We'll help you if we can, just please don't yell!"

Rome: "What? Why?"

Estonia: "You...You don't want our boss to come here. We brought you in without his permission and...well, he's a very scary man. Aside from a couple people, everyone is terrified of him."

Rome: "Oh...is that so..."

Lithuania: "Well, tell us. What happened? Why were passed out on our doorstep?"

Rome: "Well, you see, I came here to visit my friend. I ran into her and she was looking for her friend who came with her. And she found her! But they're both out in the middle of nowhere I can't get there by myself! Still, they don't know how they got there and she gave her coat to her friend and they're probably freezing and hungry in there and I don't know what to DO!!!"

Latvia: "Don't scream-!"

*creak*

The door to the guestroom slowly creaks open, revealing a large, tall man in a deep beige coat lined with brown, a lightly-colored scarf and big boots. His hair was about the same color of Moscow's, just a slight bit lighter. Though his eyes shared the same glassy vibrancy of violet as hers did. Though in his hand, was a faucet pipe, that gave off the same message as Moscow's shovel, so this didn't faze her as much, but it did make her a little nervous.

(Baltic States): "Ah! Mr. Russia! We're so sorry!"

The man doesn't say anything, but he just simply smiled as he drew closer to them. A cold feeling crawled up her spine and made her afraid. Instantly, she drew out her white flag and repeated everything that she said to the Baltic States. The man, Mr. Russia, looked down at her, as she was drawing near tears.

Russia: "Who are your friends? Why are they here? How long have they been missing?"

Rome: "W-Well...the one I was visiting was Moscow, she's a capital just like me. She's the capital of...this country, I can't remember...I hit my head on the door...she was coming here to meet her country. She came along with the Baltic States...Riga, Tallinn, and the the one she found, Vilnius."

Russia: "...I see."

Rome: "Ah, I don't know...! How long have I been out...they might be dead! It's all my fault! I should've went by myself!!!"

Rome broke into an endless stream of tears as Russia and the Baltic States watched in surprise. Russia walked near her, to the Baltics' horror. But he knelt down and hugged her, patting her back.

Russia: "Just tell me where they are and I'll go get them."

Rome at first was in stock horror that this scary man was hugging and patting her back, well, touching her, period. So, slowly she nods her head, shaking, taking out her phone that still had the map of where Moscow was.