Author's POV

So like, here's some two chaps for yall. But um, it kinda made me cringe making this lol I dont know if it's cool to read them or maybe u might cringe like I did XD so that's my warning yall, the cringe lol.

Warning: I cringed so hard writing this; you might cringe as well.

Germany and his group finally found Italian brothers eating pastas in the shadows like it's a normal thing. Turns out they both snuck out the bunker relatively well for whatever reason.

Definitely for some pasta Italy is eating with full enthusiasm.

"Ve~ Germany!" Feliciano perked up when he noticed the blond man, hopping towards him while eating pasta but almost tripped along the way.

"Italy." Germany sighed fondly as the Italian reached out and hugged him affectionally. "I'm glad you're alright."

When both of them pulled away, Romano stepped right in the middle glaring at the Germany with burning passion, "Two steps backward, potato bastard."

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting some sort of reunion but I really don't think having it here is a good idea at all." Canada pointed out but as usual no one heard him as Romano one-sidedly bickered at Ludwig who still stared worriedly at Feliciano who's obliviously just slurping pasta. Canada sighed exasperately, "Why do I even bother?" He sighed heavily then noticed Austria smirking at something.

"I-Is something wrong, Austria?"

Austria snapped out of his daze and stared at the Canadian in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Uh...well... you were kind of spacing out just now."

The man only raised a brow at that. Then he looked at his surroundings in confusion.

"Can I ask something, America... since when did we get here?"

"...what?"

Bang!

-_-_-_-_-

Alfred pouts at France when he tried to convince him that they should go somewhere to eat because damn he's starving.

"I don't really think it's a good idea, Alfred. Didn't you say so earlier? The whole world knows our face."

Alfred sighed. Yeah he knows but food is life dammit.

Suddenly, he felt like something bad is going to happen soon. He started nervously glance at their surroundings and narrowed his eyes momentarily. "Can you feel anything, France?"

Beside him, France nodded slowly. "What does it mean?"

On the corner of his eye, he saw something red. Alfred sucks in a deep breath, "...we might need to get everyone back." He glanced back at the blonde with a slight smile. "Asap."

-_-_-_-_-

"GERMANY!!!"

Finland blinked at that. He tilts his head and pursed his lips down. "What?"

Sealand pointed his finger somewhere repeating the gesture again and again as he screamed, "Germany! That's Mr. Germany!"

They all turned to look what he's talking about when they saw a figure lying in the cold white snow.

A shiver of fear ran down his nerves, "Oh my God." He whispered as he ran towards the man with the rest behind him. "Germany! Germany!" He wrapped his hands around his face as he continued to shout his name, trying to wake up the German.

When his eyes opened suddenly, they gasped when his eyes glowed with pinkish purple colors dancing around his orbs.

"Is his eyes supposed to be like that or is it just totally me?" Poland who they met along the way (Sealand was with him too) trying to find the rest of their nordic family, mostly whispered to himself but they can hear him as clear as day.

"G-Germany?" Denmark whispered uncertainly as they watched him slowly glare at them.

"They're all gone. They're all gone. They're all gone..." He kept on repeating the words over and over again and it creeped them all out. It was so unusual for Germany to be like this. How and who did this to him? "They're all gon-"

Finland slapped the German's face with a barely covered concern written on his own. "Snap out of it, Germany! This isn't you anymore!!!" But he kept on saying it again and again.

The blonde shut his eyes tightly as he began to slowly scream the words over and over again.

"Germany!" He screamed finally recieving a small gasp from the blonde. He lets Ludwig have a moment to straighten himself back to reality. It felt like hours before he whispered. "What happened?"

Wide blue eyes met his. "They're gone."

-_-_-_-_-

"Are you sure you should be left alo-"

"Yeah dude. I can take care of myself. I just...I just need some time alone kay?" Alfred smiled at him but it looked slightly unsure to France but he let it go with a small nod.

"Right. I will be just around back there if you need anything." With that, he turned around and left him to his own devices.

For a moment, everything was deathly silent, it made him a little nervous. America sighed heavily and glanced up towards the mirror only to see red everywhere. He gasped in immediate shock.

As Alfred was about to jump away from it, pain shot up in his head that made his world spin in spiral waves. He painfully yelped when his feet slipped beneath him.

The next he knew, the man he once met oh so long ago was facing him with a smirk in place.

"Didn't see that comin' did ya." Crimson red blood eyes stared straight at his own blue ones and it almost made him gasp again. He swings his bat towards Alfred, almost hitting his face but he moved away just in time.

The smirk widened in amusement.

"Oh don't worry porkchop, I'm just here for something different." His red blood eyes met wide blue orbs again and then all was black before he even knew it.