"Arthur, please wake up."

That was the first thing Arthur heard when he woke up. Did the loops reset again? Wait...if he remembered correctly Alfred couldn't recall the last few loops.

"Urgh." He groaned as he tried to move his arm to cover his eyes.

"Don't move. I'll go get the doctor ok?" Alfred told Arthur before he heard the door closing.

What's going on?

Why didn't the loop start over? Why wasn't he back at the hotel?

"Mr.Kirkland," a deep, masculine voice interrupted his thoughts.

Arthur blinked and looked over at a middle aged man in a lab coat. His doctor probably.

"Yes?" Arthur answered back. "Can you tell me what happened doctor?"

"Well, it seems that you were involved in an accident caused by someone by the name of ---------."

"Pardon?"

"--------"

Huh? Why couldn't he hear what was going on? The doctor was currently looking at him with a worried expression. Alfred was staring right back at him with the same expression .

Help me

Who was that?

Please

Arthur felt like he heard that voice long ago, but he couldn't seem to place a name on it.

"Arthur? Are you alright?"

It's that voice again. "Huh?" He asked as he tried to focus on the figure in front of him. It was Alfred. That means the voice he heard earlier was coming from Alfred. But why would he call for help?

"What happened, America? "

Alfred frowned. "You mean you didn't hear what the doctor told you."

"Somewhat." England decided that it was best to not alarm America too much.

"Well, there was this truck...and...it was about to hit me, but you pushed me out of the way and got hit instead."

'Yes, just like all the other time.' Arthur thought.

"You were bleeding but for some reason you weren't healing...This old lady I forgot her name was nice enough to call for some help...and...I know I should have been the hero and everything but my body froze." He sounded absolutely devastated at not being able to save his poor Iggy.

Arthur wanted to ask Alfred so many more questions, but he didn't want to overwhelm the boy. "It's ok, I'll get out of here soon." Was all he said.

"Yeah, I called Japan and the others and told them what happened. The meeting is cancelled and they are coming over to see how you're doing. "

"Don't tell me the Frog is coming."

Alfred laughed. "Well, I thought he would love to see you in bed."

"You git!"

------

"Ve~ Big brother France no matter how much we look we can't find them. It's like they disappeared!" Feliciano cried out holding on to the other's chest.

Earlier, Ludwig had issued a search team in order to find the lost nations. But so far no one found anything that related to the two's disappearance.

"We can't give up now Italy. Let's try looking in England's room one more time, oui? After that we'll stop looking." Francis said in a soft tone, opening the door to the hotel.

"Ok."

Arthur's room was a mess. It seemed that another group already tried to look around. Alfred's room was probably in the same condition too.

The two began their search, effectively making the room even messier than before. The Englishman would probably be upset that everyone messed with his room, but Francis could care less about that. In fact, no nation would care what happened to his stuff.

"France, there's something shiny underneath the bed!" Feliciano shouted. "I'm going to go get it." The childish Italian went on his hands and knees and crawled under the bed. "Ve~ it's a box."

"Pull it out Italy! It might be a clue."

"Ok, I think...I got it !"

Feliciano slowly crawled back out of the bed; a heavy, black box with a broken lock in tow.

"What happened to the lock?" Francis asked.

"Dunno!" Feliciano replied brightly. "But at least we can open it."

"Then open it."

Feliciano then carefully opened the box. "Mm there's two books inside. One of them says Magic and the other says Journal."

"Hold on to them Feli, Big Brother is going to call everyone else. We might have found our answer."

----

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

The infernal clocks kept ticking. Did you know that some of the pieces of a clock hurt really bad when you step on them?

No right? Because you've never stepped on a broken clock before.

Alfred did it twice in his life. The first time, he was a young colony curious to see how a grandfather clock worked. The second time was when he took off his shoes to walk around the clock room.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Alfred despised being alone. In this room, the only thing that kept him company was the clocks, but every twenty-four hours one of them broke and fell to the floor .

Alfred didn't really understand the room yet, but he had a feeling that he would have plenty of time to figure that out.

A few hours after the first clock broke, Alfred tried to scream. He thought, maybe (hopefully) someone might be able to hear him. That didn't work.

The next thing he did was count all the clocks in the room; he lost count after 435.

After that he tried to look for food; he had no luck.

Alfred felt like he was going crazy. He hoped someone would save him soon.