---Chapter XIV: Goodbye (Part 5)---

///Third Person PoV///

Meanwhile, Japan, Prussia, and Romano walked out of the room that had blood numbers and walked through the hall that had a cell containing the different alien-like creatures.

"Remember. We must look for a secret door which is hidden somewhere in this mansion. Even the slightest changing detail in the environment can reveal something. Investigate the walls which look odd or different." Japan reminded his comrades.

When they went down a flight of stairs, they saw Spain and England. The Brit noticed them and spoke,  "Leave the fourth floor to us. You go downstairs." The three nodded and went downstairs.

"Leave the third floor to us. No acting on your own!" Canada called out when he saw the three walk down to the third floor. Understanding, they proceeded walking down another flight of stairs.

Russia stepped over to them when they got down and spoke, "We'll investigate the second floor. You take care of the first floor."

Knowing where they should finally search, Japan, Prussia and Romano went to the first floor and searched around. They tried looking through the halls and the kitchen, even went as far as the bathrooms. Then, they decided to go to the tatami rooms that were up the hall in the floor they were in.

Romano tried knocking on the walls to check if it was hollow or not. He reacted when he noticed one didn't sound the same as the others.  "Hm?"

"What's wrong, Romano?" Japan asked, walking over to the Southern Italian.

Romano furrowed his brows. "It sounded different when I knocked here." he replied, knocking once more on the wall.

"Oh, indeed." Japan nodded.

Prussia also went over to them and knocked on the wall as well. "...It's not solid. There's clearly something here. Why don't we tear the wallpaper off?" the albino suggested.

"We can't do it with our bare hands. If only we had something to cut it with..." Japan said, sighing.

Romano raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have anything like a shard? Glass, for example...or something like that..."

Japan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh, now that you mention it, I found this broken plate piece. Will it do?" he asked, taking out a small ceramic shard from his pocket.

"Oh! I think so. Let me see. I'll give it a try." Prussia said excitedly, taking the shard and using it to tear through the wallpaper.

After carefully tearing through the wallpaper, they discovered it had concealed a door.

"A door..." Romano murmured.

Japan turned to Romano and smiled. "You did well in noticing that it sounded different. There was also a door like this in the basement. Is this...the entrance to the annexe we heard of?"

"This is where Veneziano is...right?" Romano asked.

Nodding, Japan replied, "Yes, definitely."

Prussia looked away and fell silent. Noticing this, Japan turned to him and spoke, "And your brother, too, of course."

"Huh?! Wh-whatever! I'm not worried about him at all!" Prussia denied, feeling embarrassed.

Romano also realised this and crossed his arms. "Me neither, you bastard! I-I-I'm not worried about my stupid little brother at all-"

"Yes, yes. (Name)-chan is also probably here with them, as well. Now, don't let your guard down. You're too nervous...huhu..." Japan chuckled at their reactions. "Please, come back soon, we have opened a new path."

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Back in the second time loop, America, Germany, (Name), and Italy, were hiding in the piano room.

"It's that time again...I think we can go out now." Germany told them.

America turned to the Northern Italian and spoke in a concerned tone. "Italy, how's your headache? If it's too bad, I'll go look for the journal with Germany. The dudette can stay here with you, too. That alright, (Name)?" he said, turning to the (h/c) haired girl with them.

"Y-Yeah. No problem." (Name) replied, seeming to be a bit anxious.

Shaking his head, Italy spoke, "Oh, sorry. I'm fine. Let's look for the journal. Starting from the first floor-"

Suddenly, the door of the piano room was slammed open by someone. It was a blonde Brit with emerald eyes, wearing a green military uniform.

It was Past England.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow as he saw the four people who were in the room.

Italy jumped in surprise. America, on the other hand, mentally panicked when he saw the Brit. "England!" The American suddenly dashed over to Past England and grabbed his shoulders.

"Wh-what the hell, you again-Ow!" Past England winced as he felt the pressure on his shoulder.

America quickly let go and shuffled nervously. "Yeah...Um, what happened to your shoulder?" he asked as he noticed that the man in front of him felt pained.

"Nothing. It's...nothing." Past England replied, his gaze suddenly landing on a certain Northern Italian.

Italy noticed this and suddenly felt nervous and conscious of himself."Wh-what? Is there something on my face?"

"No. I see...That's it..." Past England replied, shaking his head.

America's eyes suddenly widened when he noticed  Past England's uniform was starting to have a growing red colour spreading on his shoulder. "England!! Your shoulder is bleeding!"

"Yeah, I know. Stop freaking out...Ow..." Past England told him, wincing in pain once more.

Italy took a step back. "England's clothes are getting red-Is that blood?! Why? He was fine when he came in." he thought.

Past England began to walk down the room to distance himself a bit.

"Say...America, what is your purpose here?" Past England asked.

America creased his forehead. "What?! W-well...to escape with everyone..."

"I know that. What I want to know is, why are you in this world?" Past England asked, facing them.

Gasping, America froze as he heard what the Brit just said.

"Want me to be...even blunter? Tell me what you, Italy, and Germany are doing here. Why have you come...to this world? And--why do you even have a young girl with you in this dangerous place?!" he exclaimed, noticing that there was an unfamiliar face of a girl with them.

(Name) nudged the German man beside her and whispered. "...Just tell him the truth." This made Germany give her a confused look for a moment, but then nodded.

"...We're looking for the journal." Germany told Past England.

Italy tugged his friend's sleeve. "Germany!"

"We can't find it anywhere. Without it, we can't go back. That's why..." Germany explained.

Past England chuckled sarcastically. "Hah! Then fucking go back already. Always loitering around and making a racket, you lot..." he scolded, throwing the journal over to them. The girl was able to catch it just in the nick of time.

"The journal! It was with you, England?!" Italy said, completely dumbfounded.

Past England nodded weakly. "I found it on the first floor...Ugh!...What the hell?! You've got to run! They're feeding it!" he warned them frantically.

"Wh-what? What are you...talking about?" Italy asked.

With a loud slam of the door, a giant alien-like creature entered the piano room.

"It's here. You guys go back. Don't intervene anymore!" Past England shouted at them.

America's heart pounded from fear.  "W-wait! Are you going to fight alone?! You can't!"

"They're feeding it...Who? The enemy? My wounds..." Italy tried to think.

Just as he did, a memory began to flash before him. A memory that almost sank in the back of his mind, but resurfaced once more.

It was a memory of Past England warning him about...something.

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"Sorry, we don't have much time. You're going to die very soon. Just listen to what I have to tell you." Past England said.

Italy gave him a puzzled look. "What? Wait...I don't understand..."

"Just listen to me! That's all you've got to do! Don't go to the second floor. That's all." Past England quickly stated.

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The giant alien-like monster began edging closer over to Past England.

"Oh..." Italy muttered as he remembered and realised what was going on.

Past England clicked his tongue. "God, what a nuisance!" he shouted as he pointed his hands at the four.

A light suddenly glows around Italy, Germany, (Name), and America.

"I can't move!" America exclaimed, trying to get his feet up to walk over to Past England. Try as he might, he simply can't do it now. Neither of the four could.

Past England faced them and gave a weak smile. "Don't worry. I'll die before it can attack you I'll teleport you back with the journal using what little magic I've got left..."

Germany shook his head. "Wait! You're-"

"Please, cut it off." Past England told them, shaking his head. He didn't want to hear any more of their cries. It was too painful.

And at that, Italy, Germany, (Name), and America were transported back to their original time, the current time loop.

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Just when Past England thought he was finally alone, Past America entered the piano room.

"I haven't seen this room yet. Italy told us not to come here-?! England! What are you doing?!" Past America exclaimed, running down the room to Past England's side.

Past England weakly turned to face him. "Oh...it's...you...This whole room is going to blow up in 30 seconds...You've got to run." he warned. By that time, he wasn't able to hold himself up anymore.

"England!!" Past America shouted as he caught the Brit before he fell.

Past England just stared at him in silence.

Looking at the Brit's state, Past America began to panic inside. "What the hell are those wounds?! It's no use struggling! In 30 seconds, he said...Even if I take him out into the hallway, that thing will just come after us...And attack the other..."

He took a deep breath and met Past England's gaze. "...--I'll stay by your side. A hero could never forsake anyone."

"...Idiot...fucking...show off..." Past England choked out.

The piano room began to shake violently and glow red, signalling that it was indeed about to blow up soon.

Past America smiled weakly. "Only this time, yeah, you're right."

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In a flash, America, Germany, Italy, and (Name) were transported in the hallway were Japan, Prussia and Romano were. They were finally back to their original time loop.

"Woah! A-America?! (Name)-chan?!" Japan exclaimed in surprise.

Prussia walked over to his younger brother. "West! What the hell, you really came back!"

"Are you hurt, Veneziano?!" Romano asked.

Italy nodded in reply to his brother. He suddenly saw a certain American walk over to the wall unsteadily. "America!"

"Hh...h...Hhh~...!!" America began to shake.

Germany stepped closer to the American who seemed to start losing it. "America..."

"SSSSH...SHIIIT!!!" America shouted, punching the wall in front of him.

His action surprised the rest of the people in the hall.

America leaned his head on the wall. "He's fucking kidding me!!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face.

"...Japan, I remembered a few more things." Italy said softly, gaining the attention of the Japanese man.

Japan turned to him nervously,  "Y-yes?"

"There was someone else who could make time go back." Italy told them.

What Italy said earned shocked looks from the others. "What, really?!" Prussia exclaimed.

Italy nodded and spoke,

"It's England."