Honestly, the countries and mortals were pretty done at this point. As they fell through the floor and hit the next level, they just laid on the ground, too beaten and sore to get up.

"Can I get a white flag to wave?" Seborga whined as he rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself to his feet.

"Honestly, I wish we could just take all three of the last Dream Jumpers on at once." Alfred muttered, not bothering to get up or even twitch a finger.

"I think that would be a bad idea." Mexico stated. "Each sin is worse than the last, right? So each Dream Jumper is more vicious than the last. Annalise was only the 4th strongest. There are three to go."

"Yeah, and look what Annalise did to Kiku." Romano muttered.

"I don't think that's fair." Jenna said as she and Mexico helped each other to their feet. "Annalise would never hurt Kiku. That was Sloth." The other girls nodded in agreement.

"Still. If that was only the fourth toughest Dream Jumper..." China shivered. "I can't imagine what the last three are like, aru."

"Powerful or not, we still have to save Dreamz, Sam, and Thaovy." Canada stated. "So I think it'd be best to not lay around here all day, eh?"

"Shut up, my syrup guzzling moose brother." Prussia muttered, forcing himself to his feet. "I'll get up when I'm good and ready to get up."

Shelby rolled her eyes as she remained sprawled on the ground. "You can't say that and then get up as you say it."

Prussia glared at her. "Be quiet, kielbasa-sucking Yankee."

"And you can't keep just throwing characteristically specific insults at people as you tell them to shut up." Hope stated.

"Yeah, that's my job, you fucking discolored, Shiny-German man." Romano stated.

"I can say whatever-" Prussia stopped talking mid-sentence as his eyes caught sight of something in the distance. "Bunny!"

Across the infinite black room, a figure stood stiff, her muscles tense and her fists clenched. Her red hair looked brighter contrasted against the dark room. Her eyes were pure black, as well as her dress, which fit her loosely and blended into her surrounding, making her pale skin and hair the only way to spot her.

"Dreamz! Nice, let's get going and get this over with!" Prussia smiled, reaching out his hand and summoning a pistol. "Do I have to make you mad or something? What sin is she again?" He asked, glancing back at the group.

"Wrath." New Zealand whispered, his voice shaking slightly as he stepped behind his older brothers.

"You don't have to make me mad, dumbass. I am the definition of mad." Dreamz growled, and within seconds, she was easily three times her original height as she took on the Dream Jumper demon form. Her red hair turned to fire and reached up towards the black sky. Horns that shun in the light of the fire and appeared sharp as knifes grew from her skull and curled around her now large, pointed ears. Muscles bulged as she punched the ground with large, furry bear paws, the black floor crumbling due to the force. Giant wings sprouted from her back, and with one large flap, she rose off the ground, and bared her fangs at Prussia. "So just try me, Patience."

"Oh shit, I changed my mind." Prussia squeaked.

Romano snorted. "Prussia is Patience? That has to be the funniest thing I've heard all day!" His laughter stopped, however, when Dreamz charged the group with a horrible roar. Everyone let out a blood-curdling scream and scrambled up, running as fast as they could in the opposite direction.

"THIS IS SO UNFAIR!" America shouted. "NONE OF THE OTHER GIRLS ATTACKED THE INNOCENT BYSTANDERS!"

"THIS IS DREAMZ WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Hope shouted.

"PRUSSIA STOP RUNNING FROM HER AND SHOOT HER ALREADY!" Seborga screamed, pulling ahead of the group, using his Italian genes to his advantage.

Prussia took a deep breath and cocked the gun, turning with a shaking aim. "Sorry, Dreamzie, this is nothing personal!" He shouted, before opening fire, landing a few shot in her abdomen.

Wrath let out an ear-splitting shriek and sped up towards them. "Everyone split up!" Shelby shouted. "She can only follow one of us!"

So the group split off; America, Canada, China, Seborga, Taylor, and Jenna booked it left, while Romano, Prussia, Mexico, New Zealand, Shelby, and Hope ran to the right. Prussia turned around and fired several more shots, causing Dreamz to chase after his group. They split off again; Romano, Mexico, and Shelby going one way, while Prussia, New Zealand, and Hope went the opposite direction. Again, Dreamz followed the sound of gunshots, even though bullets continued to pepper her chest and abdomen.

"Gilbert stop shooting her!" Hope shouted rather breathlessly.

"I don't understand, do you people want me to shoot her or not!"

The three split up again, sprinting as fast as they could in one final effort. Against his better judgement, Gilbert followed Hope's plea and didn't shoot at Dreamz when they split. As a result, Wrath went a different course- straight towards Hope.

"HOPE! NO!" Matthew screamed as Wrath swiped at Hope hard, sending her flying across the expansive room, before she crashed to the ground, unmoving. Wrath flew towards her prey, not done taking out her anger yet. However, the distraction of another victim allowed Prussia to steady his shot and take better aim. With a few precise shots, Prussia struck Dreamz in the back of the skull.

Instantly, the giant demon collapsed, narrowly missing Hope. Canada was at his girlfriend side instantly, cradling her in his arms as Prussia, New Zealand, and Jenna surrounded Dreamz.

"Quick, recite the chanty thing so you can check on Hope." Mexico urged, he and the others watching from a distance. Cooper kneeled at Dreamz's side, brushing her now unlit hair out of her face, before placing his hand over her heart.

"Audi me. Tuus hospes relinquere. Redire ad inferos. Patientia super iram." He whispered. Like a ball of fire, Wrath burst out of Dreamz's chest and exploded like a firework, disappearing with as it sizzled out into nothing.

Jenna stood with the healing potion gripped tightly between her hands as Dreamz transformed back into her normal, but severely injured self. "Are we... Splitting the potion again?"

"No, Prussia shot Dreamz in the back of the head, there's no way she'll make it with just half a healing potion." Cooper stated.

"What the status on Hope?" Shelby demanded as the group turned to Canada and Taylor, who were kneeling with Hope.

"She's breathing. But we think bones are broken all along the side Dreamz hit her on. She's very swollen and bruised." Taylor explained, her voice wavering.

"Ugh, this ist all mein fault." Prussia whimpered. "If I hadn't stopped shooting, then Dreamzie would have chased after me, not Hope."

"And I think Hope knew that when she told you to stop shooting." China stated. "We all saw that you could not get solid shots when you were being chased. So she told you to stop shooting- then, there was only a 1 in 3 chance that Wrath would chase you. It was rather brave, aru."

Jenna poured the healing potion into Dreamz's mouth as the group spoke, and Canada glared at her. "So what are we supposed to do with her, then? If she's so brave, then why are we leaving her with no healing potion?"

"Because if she wakes up, like, back into reality, then she doesn't need the healing potion." Shelby stated.

Dreamz squirmed where she lay in Cooper's care. She reached a hand to the back of her head, where the bullets had been removed by the healing process. "What is happening? Why are you assholes being so loud?" She asked, sitting up and opening an eye. She looked shocked at her surroundings. "This... Is not Shelby's basement. Why are you all here?"

"She's not conscious enough to be scared, like Annalise and Japan were. She's out cold." Canada retorted.

Shelby pursed her lips for a second, before turning to Alfred and whispering something. Alfred nodded, before grabbing Mexico's arm and whispering something in his ear. Juan smiled and nodded, before he flipped out his phone. His eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God." He stated in a faint voice, looking like he was nauseous. "Trump's invaded Mexico."

"AHAHAHAHA!" America laughed, smiling evilly at his brother. "WE'RE INVADING MEXICO AND THEN CANADA! LONG LIVE THE U S OF A!"

Canada's face got impossibly paler as he looked at Alfred in horror. "What?!" He demanded, before he faded away, the scare causing his to walk up back in the real world.

"And now, with Matthew awake, he'll be able to wake up Hope." Shelby stated.

"That... Was actually pretty smart." Seborga complimented.

"That's a Ravenclaw for ya." Taylor muttered as Hope faded away at her side, Canada obviously succeeding at waking her up on the other side.

"Wait... Was Hope hurt?" Dreamz demanded. "Can someone explain?"

"You basically threw Hope across the room as the demon of Wrath. It's all chill though we got it figured out." America waved off the question.

"First, Annalise and Japan. Now Hope and Canada are gone." Jenna stated, looking around warily. "Is it just me, or are our numbers dwindling?"

"They definitely are." Cooper said as he helped Dreamz to her feet, who was then instantly engulfed in a hug from Prussia, who began to apologize profusely. "These last few Dream Jumpers are no joke."

"And there's still two left." Romano muttered.

"Sam and Thaovy." China and Seborga muttered at the same time.

The floor beneath them cracked, but this time, no one screamed or panicked (except Dreamz, who was now violently trying to get Prussia to let her go). Instead, humbled and frightened they all closed their eyes, before the ground gave out and they fell to the next level.