【 D4y 2, #2 B3dr00m, Curr3n7 T1m3 L00p - Av4il4bl3 F1rst Pl4y3r5 & (F/n)】

Everyone stands outside the iron door, watching cautiously. The group is tired and wary and wanting some peace, and that's what Germany promised them. He has led them all to believe that they would get some rest, a haven of sorts. But they stand in a room like all the others, nothing seemingly safe about it. Other than the door on the back wall. You stare at the metal door, eyelids weighing down and stomach growling. You want to devour any food that you come across. You can't risk eating the rice balls as they help mana and HP, not meant for your empty stomach. Germany disappears behind the door, and everyone now waits for his signal.

"I wonder what's in there?" Canada wonders aloud.

"Something good." You smile, feeling felicitous now. No one has any severe injuries, no severe trauma. Well, of those who don't remember. Yet, you worry about America. He seems unsettled. It might be due to the fact everyone could have gotten out together if he hadn't wanted to explore.

Wait, doesn't he have a moment later about something he is upset about?

Honestly, now you regret not helping directly, but you need time to sulk too. He has had multiple time loops to deal, whereas this is your first. Your lips tug, arms now coddling your body.

"Are you okay, mon enfant?" France asks, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm good. Just a bit tired. But how about you, you didn't get hurt fighting?" You ask, turning to face him as his hand falls back to his side.

"Nothing big brother can't handle." He flips his hair.

"That wasn't my question." You raise a brow, still waiting for a proper answer. His blue eyes scan your face.

"I just need my beauty sleep." He chuckles. You laugh through your nose.

"Who doesn't?" You then mull over your thoughts for a second. "Um, how long were you guys stuck down there for?"

"As our watches are broken, we don't really know." He contemplates. "But it felt like an entire morning."

"Well, I think it's best if you gets some sleep then. Fighting Prussia, getting injured, going through that stressful situation, then having another fight wares you down. And there's actual beds! So get some rest." You grin, laughing softly. "Doctors orders!"

"Come in!" Germany calls from inside. Each nation sends each other a look before filling in, and you are the last. The room is only visible by the light from the other room, just the first seven-step on the staircase visible. The group trek forwards, cautious with their limited sight. No light is on upstairs, making their walk a dark one. A loud thump is heard as you push your foot forwards, feeling for a step as you hold firmly onto the bannister.

"Ouch!" Japan shouts. You quirk a brow as you realise there are no more steps, along with the fact that they all just fell.

Do they have no common sense?

"Who's stepping on my foot?!" China yells.

"So... who's on top of me, could you move?" Russia then coos. "You're kinda heavy."

"Hey, that's my hair!!" France screeches. He huffs as more fabric shuffles around. "Isn't it a little narrow here? And dark?" He questions, getting up. You could faintly make out their figures, eyes adjusting to the light. You step forwards, then raise your arms as a figure comes towards you, trying to make them aware of your presence, so they don't walk into you. You flinch back, barely making out the figure as the person holds your shoulders, swaying.

"You okay?" You ask, squinting.

"(F/n)?" It's China.

"Yes, China?" You say slowly, raising a brow.

"Your shoulders are tense. Would you like some Chinese herbal relaxers?" He questions. "I can't tell you what's in them, but it's good!" You blank for a second, trying to look at him through the darkness.

"Maybe some other time." You laugh slightly.

"Oh, sorry. My bad." Germany apologises. "There was a switch, but... Wait just a minute." A stumble is heard, then Germany knocking into something. "I'm sure it was... around here..." He mumbles as footsteps shuffle. The lights flicker on, and you shield your eyes. It reveals a large room with tables, couches, a kitchen and two rows of beds. The entrance is in the middle of the room, a large hole with a staircase and a bannister around it. In the game, the stairs is one the south wall, but other than that there is no major difference.

"Germany... did you...?" Russia asks in astonishment, looking around.

"Wh-What the heck is this place?!" China yells.

"That went over better than I thought." Germany crosse his arms over his chest. "Everyone is here. I'm relieved that we didn't lose anybody. And I'm glad that we made it here in time." He heads towards the kitchen.

"Holy crap!" Prussia whistles. "What is this place? Did you make it, West?" Prussia beams, his proudness showing through as he follows after his brother. "It's hella awesome!"

"Amazing..." Italy whisper.

"How lovely! How did you manage?" France asks as he inspects the kitchen. England begins to groan from America's arm, jostling around.

"Oh." America perks up, looking around. Germany nods his head towards the area containing beds, and he goes over there. "Are you awake?" America asks, settling him down on a bed.

"Wh-where the hell am I?! " England asks, suddenly jolting up to look around. "Don't tell me we... got out?" England asks. He looks around to see everyone's faces, all downcast at his sudden spout of hope, and England looks down at his lap. "I guess not..."

"Let's save the talk for later. Right now, our first priority now is to recuperate." Germany nods.

"Yeah, if we try to talk now, my brain won't process anything anymore." Prussia chuckles, stretching his arms out. "I won't get anything..."

"I'm hungry, too, but..." China casts his gaze to the kitchen before huffing in exasperation. "I want to sleep first. Let's just do some basic healing and then sleep. After I will make some food." China trots over to the rows of beds.

"America, didn't you get hurt when you thrust the iron pipe?" Canada asks. America touches his arm, his face oblivious. Canada sighs. "Give me your arm; I'll take care of it." Canada directs his gaze towards Germany. "Is there a first-aid kit here or anything of the sort?"

"I still have supplies in my bag." You place it down on the table and remove the smaller green bag, giving Germany a smile before handing the bag to Canada. You then mutter under your breath. "I need to fill up the water bottles too."

"Those who don't have any problems: rest," Germany instructs. "There is no need to keep watch. I've already experimented with this room countless times." America sits down on the chair as Canada fixes him up, Kumajirou by his side. You stand awkwardly near them, handing things to Canada when he asks for them.

"Have you got a doctor in medicine?" You ask as you watch him, trying to make conversation. Canada looks to you and lets out a chuckle.

"Yeah." A smile curls at the corner of his lip, humoured.

"Bro, you didn't tell me you're a doctor?!" America whacks his shoulder too hard, almost knocking Canada over.

"That's because I didn't want to," Canada grumbles. "I knew what would happen if I did."

"That's so cool." You smile. "Is it medicine in general, or, like, something specific?"

"It's actually a veterinary doctorate, but it's not hard to transfer some of it. I specialise in deer."

"Wow." You watch as Canada cleans the cut. "I guess in your country, that's a very useful skill."

"Doctor Canada!" America chuckles in amusement. Kumajirou looks between the two, head tilting.

"Doctor who?" Kamejirou asks. Canada lets out a long sigh as America breaks out into laughter. You try to hold your own. You hold your hand over your mouth, trying to breathe through your laughter before casting Canada an apologetic look. He sighs, rolling his eyes. He's pretty used to this by now, but it was sweet you were trying to apologise about it. He continues wrapping up America's arm, out letting his annoyance.

"O-ow! Bro, tight!" America hisses at him. Canada looks up at him with a thin smile. You exhale through your nose, smiling. "Are you done?" America asks, looking at the bandages.

"Yes." Canada answers as he stands up, picking up Kumajirou. His gaze wanders to the kitchen. "I wonder if there's any food for Kumamoto?"

"Maybe." You cast a look toward the kitchen area before turning back to Canada. "Is this to like... level up? Restore mana sort of thing?" You squint at your own words, trying to string something along.

"Yes, to restore his energy." Canada looks grateful.

"Thinking about it like a video game makes it easier to understand." America points out. "Magic is always so confusing." He then grins, propping his chin up with a lazy expression. You can't tell if he's patronizing you or he genuinely thinks that. You give a nervous smile. It feels weird to chat with him after going off on the fact he wanted to stay.

"I'll see what we have." You get up, adjusting your sleeves, and look at the brothers. "I guess you both want something to eat?"

"Yes, please. If it's no worry."

"I'm starving! You think there are any burgers?" America grins. You chuckle, brushing down yourself as Canada packs away the equipment.

"I doubt it very much, but I'll check for you." You grin at him, feeling more at ease. His personality makes it seem as if it was all under the rug, but it still doesn't settle right with you. They could have tried. They hadn't given it a go. instead, they wasted more time making a plan and waiting for the Thing to attack. Italy makes his way to the kitchen, opening the cupboards. "Don't expect it to be Michelin star though."

"Don't worry. I'm sure it will be fine." Canada smiles and you nod, thankful, and head towards the kitchen just as Japan approaches the South American Brothers. You open up the fridge, scanning the food.

"It's so weird how there's food already in here. Like, how did they even?" You question under your breath as you remove items. You place them out on the side, thinking of what else. you search the cupboard for ingredients next. You reach up, standing on your toes for things on the top shelf. You know Germany is tall, but he didn't need to flaunt it. Just as you almost grab the corner of a product, finger twitching to pull it forwards; rocking it on each side forwards, a hand grabs your waist to steady you. You jerk back, knock over the jar. The hand squishes your side as the other stretches out to grab the jar. He giggles.

"(F/n), you should be careful. We don't want your pretty face getting anymore bruised." Italy moves your hips down, bringing you down flat on your feet. You freeze.

"That, er..." You stare up at him over your shoulder, your entire body warming up. "Food." You squeak out.

"Are you making sandwiches?" Italy asks as he looks over your ingredients with a gentle smile. It's very different from his earlier attitude.

"Either that or cheese toasties. That's the best I can do off the top of my head." You mumble.

"I'm sure everyone will love them! And we can make something for lunch too!" Italy detaches himself from you. "I'll need your help!" He grins, removing more from the cupboard. You let out a sigh of relief when he lifts his hands from your hip. No matter how much you ship GerIta, that doesn't mean Italy is exclusively into boys.

"Aren't you going to rest?" You jump at Japan voice as he appears beside Italy, watching the energetic Italian jumping about.

"I'm making something for us to eat after everyone has rested. It can't be pasta, but you'll still like it." Italy smiles as he removes pans from the cupboard.

"Is that so? I look forward to it, then. I'll also give you a hand later." Japan offers.

"I've got (F/n) here to help me, so rest as much as you can Japan! There isn't that much food to do either." Italy declines.

"If you want anything now, Japan, I can make you a sandwich." You smile at him, leaning back to see Japan over Italy.

"I don't want to impose." He inclines his head, hands together in front of him.

"It's fine. I'm making one for America and Canada. It might not be the best, but hey," you shrug with a smile, "foods food."

"Yes then, (F/n)-chan. Thank you for the offer." He smiles. You hum and get back to it. You spot Germany looking at the supplies by the kitchen, speaking with Japan.

"So Italy, what are you making?" You ask him, peering over at his work while you butter up some bread.

"Scramble." He answers as he cuts up vegetables.

"Eggs?" Italy looks up, moving away the dead bits of vegetables he doesn't want. You pick up after him, grabbing a bowl from a cupboard and placing them in there.

"It's chopped vegetables and meat put into a pan with egg." He explains, before cutting up the food. He is fast, the food finely chopped like a 5-star chef.

"So you're chopping up the vegetables and meat so all you have to do later is add it to the pan with egg." You nod absentmindedly as you heat up the oven. "Cool. Sounds tasty." You begin cutting the cheese into thin slices, then looking up to the cupboard. "Is there any--?" Italy holds out a bottle of sauce to you, and you absently thank him. This boy is good. You place the cheese down and then let them heat up in the oven. "Do you need any help?" You ask, picking at the dead veg he pushed to the side. Italy hums.

"I'm almost finished. But later, I promise we can make it together. It'll be fun!" You smile at his enthusiasm.

"Sure thing, I'm looking forward to it." You peek at the toasties in the oven and grab a towel off the side, pulling the tray out before throwing them on some plates. You grab two of them, rushing over to the table and barely acknowledging America and Canada as you put their plates before them, before rushing back to the kitchen. "Here you go." You slide a plate over to Italy. "Just to keep you going until everyone is rested. It's been an entire morning, probably after mid-day by now for you. I know you like to snack a lot, so eat this while prepping." He blinks at it in surprise before giving you a gleaming smile, attaching himself to your side.

"Oh, Grazie!" He wraps his arms over your shoulder. "It's like you can read my mind. I'm very hungry." He then grabs the plate, inspecting it with shining eyes. "I'm going to go show Germany!"

"Wait, no Italy it's just-- and he's gone." Your respondent, before quirking your brow up at him. He's honestly so strange. You head towards the table. You send the Italian one last look before putting the food down, one in front of you and the other beside with a waitress-worthy smile. Japan had yet to sit down, but you hoped he wouldn't mind the seating arrangement. "I have your food." You then hold up the can of fish up that you found in the back of a cupboard, looking around for the little polar bear. You shake it, showing it to Canada. "Can he eat these?" You tilt your head towards Kumajirou, who is currently sat beside him.

"Yes. Kumaroo can eat fish." Canada is borderline snarky with the way he says it, and you give a sheepish laugh as Kumajirou opens the tin on his own.

"I knew that." You strain.

"Thish ish good!" America tells you through a mouthful of food. At least he has half a mind to cover his mouth.

"It's the best I can do without a recipe book." You chuckle nervously as you settle beside Japan.

"It's alright. They're really nice." Canada's sandwich is half-eaten already. and to think, you were gone 30 seconds at most. either it is good or they're just hungry.

"So much sauce!" America marvels as he chomps down.

"You seemed like an 'overdose-of-flavour' sort of person." You smile.

"Thank you!" America and Canada chorus. You nod, smiling, before inspecting the room a bit more. You look at the back wall, by the entrance to the bathroom, and see a map. You can barely make out the words written in black on it, but you remember them from memory. 'Pervert', 'Potatoe' and some others. You think over the words before looking to the two associated with them. Sure, Germany ate potatoes, and it is Romano's nickname for him, so it fits, but you can never understand 'Pervert'. France is the country of love, he treated everyone equally and loved no matter what they identified as. He's a nice guy.

Does that make him a pervert? Well, he did once say that this generation is a bunch of prudes in the manga. Maybe he... nope. France is a fantastic person. The real question is who wrote that?

Once you find out who, you are going to give them the stink eye. You look back to Germany to see he is conversing with Japan, but it is coming to an end.

"Japan, I have your food." You smile over to him as he turns away from Germany.

"Thank you, (F/n)-chan." Japan bows slightly before he seats himself.

"My pleasure." You smile before picking up one half of your food.

"This room was built above the ceiling of the second floor." Canada notes, looking around. "He found a really good spot." The group look over to Germany who speaks with Italy, clearing up as Italy goes. Italy was still waving the plate around, and you could see Germany's brow twitch. You bet he's thinking about sweeping the floor for crumbs.

"Yes." Japan agrees. "Even our enemy wouldn't be able to find us here."

"I'm so relieved." Canada sighs, shoulders slumping. "Germany's amazing."

"As are the rest of us," Japan nods. "But Germany seems the most relieved. He probably hasn't realised his face is glowing." Then a heavy thunk sounds beside you, and a pasty hand grabs the other half of your sandwich.

"Kinder, there's toilet backs there." Prussia points to the door, taking a large bite from your sandwich. "Japanesh style." He says it, making jazz hands, but the words are muffled from his mouth full, and crumb falls to the floor from the sandwich in his hand.

"Cool." You nod slowly as you eye him, taking another small bite of the remaining half of your sandwich, eyes watching the other half of your sandwich go down his pasty-ass gulet.

"Now you can sort out your hair." Prussia grins. You halt, stopping all movements, look at him before your cheeks became warm. Prussia laughs.

"Is-is it really that bad?" You stammer, hand reaching up to your hair. Okay, you'd slept here, and you last had a shower a day before you got here, but your hair can't be that greasy!

Ahhh, why did he have to say that?! There's like no mirrors in this mansion, so how am I meant to know how I look?

"Bath! I need one of those. Even the hero gets dirty!" America interrupts your thoughts as he springs up from his chair, his sandwich already gone. Canada stares up at his brother while Japan sits quietly, nibbling his food.

"If you guys want more sandwiches, they're in the kitchen. Italy prepped something for later too." You inform. Prussia has shoved the last of the sandwhich into his mouth. "Oh, as you've eaten something, you going to nap?" You ask.

"Huh? Why'd I do that?" He cocks a brow. You frown at that.

"I remembered earlier with France. He - as well as everyone else - is stressed with this situation, so you'll be needing more sleep." You then glare at your last piece of crust. "And because of that game on sleeping last night, you never actually got a chance to lie down." You look at him, eyebrows drawn together in worry. He looks thrown off before chuckling.

"I got some winks in the cell. I don't need lots of sleep!"

"Sleeping on the floor can't be good for anyone." You reprimand, feeling your agitation crinkle. "You were awake all of yesterday, that's 15 at minimum, then add maybe 5 more due to the fact time is wobbly here and you were separated from the rest of us. That's 20 hours! Not to mention the fact you've faced the demon multiple times, fought France and had no proper meals or source of liquids!" Prussia is taken back, his face strained. "Please just get some rest before we decide to leave again."

"I wouldn't want to get into an argument with you, (F/n)-chan." Japan sighs wearily. You give an awkward chuckle at that.

"Ah, Sorry. I'm just worried, is all."

"We mean no insult. It's just not what we expected." You feel your face heating up. You don't know what that means. Do you seem really quiet? Not that you're loud like America, but you do speak your mind. You just don't often do in front of big groups. You may know the personifications, but they didn't know you. You didn't want to be misconstrued and speak out of term, just like you did over Italy. Then Prussia puts his hand on your head, ruffling your hair. He kesesese at you, you pouting over the action before standing up. Being patronised by the guy is annoying.

"If that's it, I'm going to use the bathroom." You send a pointed look towards Prussia. It curls into a smirk. "Hope you enjoyed my sandwich... not that there was anything 'unusual' in it." Prussia looks at the sandwich in concern.

"Did you see that?!" Prussia yells, laughing at the same time he points the finger at you. Japan stares at him plainly as Canada continues to eat his sandwich. they learnt a long time ago the more you acknowledge loud people the longer it takes for them to quieten down. "They just smirked at the awesome me! Cocky small person just defied me." He hawks in disbelief, only to see said person ignore him. "... No one see that?" Prussia then sits down, pulling out a bottle of beer from nowhere. "Wunderbar. Chicks dig me..." He looks at the sandwich in scrutiny. He shrugs before taking another huge bite as he looks around. "Where's Gilbird?"

You swipe back the curtain to the bathroom, and you assume Germany had run out of wood to make any more doors. So he made do with the curtains for some rooms. That is probably why some rooms are missing them. You amble through the middle, the left curtain open and right closed. You continue back to see both curtains open. You hear a loud exhale from America, who is in the front right bathroom, but carry on into the right rear.

"I am drenched in sweat!" America yells as a faucet turns on, his voice echoing. You notice that the bath in this room is filled, so in a panic, you exit and go into the back left. You didn't want to use a bathroom someone had already filled. It is Japanese style, as Prussia said, the bathroom looking wonderfully built. Germany is something else. You look down at the bathtub and plug it in before pondering.

"I'll need some things..." You mumble before turning on the hot tap, letting it run slowly. You leave the bathroom, but not before pulling closed the curtain so no one would enter. Or at least you hoped it marked that it was in use. You go to the main room in search of your bag. You look around the table where you left it, but you couldn't see it.

"(F/n)." Germany catches your attention, causing you to jump.

"Oh, yes." You turn to face him, eyebrows raised in questioning.

"I put your bag on that bed." He nods to behind you, indicating towards the beds. The dark bag sticks out in contrast to the green blanket, sat on the very end bed.

"Thank you." You take a step towards it, but then stop and face Germany again. He raises a brow at you. You're pulling a reluctant expression, softly tapping your foot onto the floor.

"Also thank you for making the bed... literally." You chuckle awkwardly, looking off. "And everything else. It's really amazing."

"You're welcome." He gives you a faint smile. In return, you beam towards him, happy for a smile - even a tiny one.

"If you need any help with anything next time, just ask me!"Germany huffs with a chuckle. oh god, you think you're heart just exploded from his expression.

"Next time." He nods at you. You scamper to the bed and open up your bag. It has everything you needed. You thank yourself for packing all necessities into one bag. It made life in the mansion a bit more manageable. You spot Italy lounging on one of the beds. he looks like his mind is somewhere else, s you give a wave to him and step forwards, trying not to startle him.

"I'm going to go clean myself, but after that I'll help you in the kitchen, yeah?" youoffer, adjusting your bag on your back. italy snaps back into reality.

"Helping me out In the kitchen... oh, si! Si, we'll do that after." he finally clicks, nodding along to his words. You give him a salute before trotting back to the bathroom.

"--to do some kind of spell or something, before the monster got there." You could faintly hear America say. "And there really wasn't enough time, and I had to improvise an attacked with this iron pipe I'd picked up earlier. But England got it done right after, so he stopped the enemy from moving and gave us a chance to counterattack."

"That is why you both stood waiting in the back. Everyone else also acted quickly. Telling them beforehand turned out to be the key. Really, thank you." Japan says.

"The monster is strong enough to kill one of us. I don't want to lose any of my friends." America sighs. "It... looks like Italy is hiding something."

"Indeed. I think everyone has noticed it by now. I hope he will tell us tomorrow, though..."

"I wonder if he really will. He has that determined face. As if he thinks that ordinary methods won't work."

"Yes, it is just as you say. I cannot help but think that he looks like someone who has been standing all alone in a faraway place for a very long time."

"Guess we'll just have to run over there and catch up to him," America says boisterously. Japan laughs, and you walk into the back bathroom, a smile on your face.