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"This." Suddenly soldiers jumped out of the sunflower patches surrounding Russia. He glanced at the number of soldiers that England had with him, it was enough to tell him that he would have a tough time fighting out of this one. Russia groaned inwardly.

Guess he would now need his men after all.

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The sky began to turn gray as dark clouds filled the blue. Rain fell in light drops that soon escalated into tumbling giants, lightning clashed through the sky lighting it up for those few seconds. America cowered from the scary things that frightened him, including thunder. He shrieked every time it clashed and cowered next to the large oak tree that guarded him from the rain. He leaned himself closer against the bark of the tree, shivering from the cold.

BOOM! A bolt of lightning appeared and striked one of the branches causing it to light on fire. Screaming America started to run but only got about a foot as the large tree crashed down right in front of him sending tremors into the earth. The fire quickly spread around America as he desperately tried to escape from the burning flames, he hollered, he shrieked, he cried. Only the sound of burning wood and lightning was heard. The young nation suddenly felt light headed and woozy, wobbling only a few times more as the world span around him. Everything seemed more hazy as America collapsed and struggled with air as smoke poured around him, darkness filling the corner of his eyes.

"AMER-"

Was that the voice of a spirit coming to take him away?

"AMERIKA!"

"MY LORD I HAVE SPOTTED SOMETHING ITS...A CHILD!"

All of a sudden a large hand went under both America's head and back, picking him up gently. Opening his eyes halfway America tensed when he saw his rescuer, it was the giant man in the scarf.

"It is going to be fine, you are safe now little one."

America gasped at the sudden lack of air, the darkness was spreading faster throughout his eyes. "S-scary." He mumbled and let the darkness over take him.

Russia panicked as America suddenly grew limp in his arms, his breathing coming out in small but short gasps. He called his soldiers over, telling them to bring his horse.

"My Lord!" One soldier celled over the raging rain and winds, Russia spotted him point out into the distance. Slight glows were bobbing up in down, and they were getting closer. Russia figured that they could be either England or France but right now though he was in no mood whatsoever to confront one or both of them.

Wrapping the unconscious nation in his scarf Russia raced to his horse, making sure that the little nation was secured before signaling the attack to his soldiers. He yelled at his horse to "run" and rode away in the opposite direction of the nearing glows, not looking back as his men cheered their battle cry and attacked. But he could still hear the slamming of metals and their cries of pain.

How could something that was turning out so good turn bad and then strait into the frying pan?

A/N:

I'M ALIVE! Ok so i'm really sorry about not updating in months, just had finals which I had to study for a whole month strait, and also my computer was taken away for about two months before that. So i promise to update when I can and more often, the stories will continue! I will abandon nothing!