-Third's Pov-

Spain, France, and Jack walked away from the lodge armed and ready for any wendigos to come then attack.

Spain: So Amigo. How many tiems do we have to shoot these things before their dead.

Jack stops then stares at Spain before he starts a laugh again.

Jack: Well...You'll be shooting it for a long time.

France: W-What? So you mean these guns won't be able to kill them?

Jack shook his head which made France more frustrated. If guns won't kill them...Then how are they going to kill them?

Jack: Nope. It will only slow them down.

Spain: Then how do you kill them?

Jack only replied with a simple answer.

Jack: They don't like fire.

France: Well. We don't like fire either.

Jack: They fear it and it can kill them...See if their skin is like...

France and Spain didn't want him to finish the rest of his sentence to realize what Jack was about to say.

France: Sacre Bleu...

Spain: Gross...

Jack: It's like rough armor...unless you burn it off first.

The two nations stayed silent as they followed Jack to the shed.

They past a few trees, logs, and deep snow to get to their destination. England should still be in the shed tied up.

Spain: He should be thanking us for the trouble we're going too for saving his life.

France shudders hearing Spain spoke those words with venom. Seriously, he's still mad at him?

France still wondering if the others are still playing "Blame England For Everything" Game.

He knows his Anglettere is at fault but he hopes when this is all over. They can all redeem their sins...Espically England. Because Jack did say this mountain was cursed.

Spain: So what are these things like? Can you figure out what are they going to do?

Stranger: Well...They adhere to some patterns...Like any animal or human would do.

Spain: Like how...? Do they got schedules?

France stares at Spain with an 'WTF Spain' look.

France: Really mon ami?

Spain: What?

Jack: Well...They hunt only at night?

France: Why?

Jack:...I didn't ask.

Spain: (Ask who?)

Spain was left clueless to the answer as they continued up the mountain to the shed.

They should be close to it by now.

France: (Angleterre...)

Spain: Do you have any tips about them?

Jack: Well...It's best you don't move when your around. Because they only react to movement. But I recommend you don't try and test it out ..Unless you have no other choice.

France: (Well...What other choices do we have?)

They finally made it to shed and opened the door.

But...

When they got inside.

There was no sign of England anywhere.

He was no longer tied to the pole he scrapped him to...

France: He's gone!

Spain: H-He could be anywhere! He couldn't have gotten far! We only left him for a couple of minutes!

Jack: Wait...Hold it.

Jack looked around outside the shed until he heard a familiar shrill echoing throughout the forest.

Jack: We need to go! Now!

France and Spain ran out of the shed to join Jack into running back to the lodge until something blocked their way.

Wendigo: -SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH-

France: SACRE BLEU!!!

Spain: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jack: Shit!

Jack pulls out his flamethrower and shoots flames at the wendigo who jumps in mid-air and goes into the trees.

Spain: T-That was scary...

Jack: We gotta get outta here! Let's get back to the lodge!

They were about to move when one of the wendigos show up and slits Jack's throat so wide...

It cut his head off...

France: SACRE BLEU!!!

Spain: FRANCE! GO! I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!

France: But...Antonio...

Spain: Now! Go warn the others! I'll be right behind you!

France nods as Spain pulls out his battle axe as France runs back to the lodge hoping his friend would be safe.

France ran and shot some wendigos coming his way before getting back to the lodge.

France: Hello! PLEASE! Let me in!

To his luck, Romano was the one who open up the door.

Romano: France ya bastard where's Spain and the old man?!

France: J-Jack...He's dead...

Romano's eyes went wide...

Romano: B-But what about Spain?

France: I-I don't know...He told me to go and warn you guys while he fight them off...

Romano: T-THAT IDIOTA!

Suddenly they heard a bang and look to see Spain at the door.

Romano: Spain!

France: Don't worry mon ami! We'll open the door for you!

However Spain made a small yet was smile and shook his head.

Romano: S-Spain?

Spain: Te Amo...Lovi...

Then his head was grabbed and chopped off by a wendigo...

In front of Romano and France...

Romano: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! SPAIN!!!!

France: N-Non...NON!!!

Spain was dead...

France locks the door and grabs the broken Romano.

France: We need to go, Romano!

Romano: SPAIN!!! SPAIN!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

They ran to the basement leaving the wendigo outside the door.

Wendigo: -SCREEEEEEEEEEECH-