By the time we made it to the beach, I was exhausted. Germany was starting to regain consciousness as I dragged him to the shore. "You alright?" I asked when he started to resist me.

He looked up and nodded. "Ja. I'm fine." I let him go and plopped on the sand. "Are you alright?"

I nodded tiredly. "I'll be fine if I can just rest for a minute." I stated. "I must've swam for miles."

"Did you see where everyone else ended up?"

I shook my head. "I saw you were sinking and dived to help you. By the time I got you to the surface, everyone was gone."

"We have to keep moving." he stated as he helped me up and allowed me to lean on him. "The others might be here as well."

We walked for hours with no sign of anyone else. I regained enough strength to walk myself, but he collapsed. "It seems I'm at the limit of my strength." he stated. I tried to think of a reason for him to keep going, but he interrupted my thoughts. "I won't ask for water... If only I could have beer to moisten my throat." I concluded that his exhaustion is causing him to talk crazy, but he continued. "I won't ask for food either... If only I could have wurst to satisfy my hunger."

As he leaned on me, I looked forward. "Germany! Look!" I exclaimed as he shot his eyes open. The sight in front of us was unbelievable, but gave us a spark of hope. "...Fire!"

"Maybe we found someone else!" he exclaimed as he shook to his feet and ran (jogged) to the light source as I followed close behind. Once all the greenery was out of the way, we saw the fire source...with a pot right above it, and a certain cat on the head of a certain Italian stirring the pot. We stared as the Italian looked up at us and smiled. "Hey guys~! The pasta will be ready in just a moment~!"

We just stared until I heard a distinctive, "Dude! I'm starving!" When I looked around, there was everyone else in a semi-circle. China and America came from one direction, France and England from another, Russia and Japan came alone from opposite sides of the greenery.

I smiled as I hugged each of the men tiredly. "I'm so glad you're all alright!" I exclaimed before we all sat around the fire and ate the pasta.

As we ate, I heard childish laughter out in the sea. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who heard it, because everyone turned to see a little boy in a sailor suit and hat on a large platform of metal. His physical appearance was basically, for lack of a better way to explain it, a combination of America and England; America's shade of blonde hair, and blue his eyes, England's large eyebrows and messy hair style.

"Hello there~!" the kid shouted in England's accent. No doubt he was related to at least one of those two, if not both. "I've come here with my whole country to take you home~!"

"What the bloody hell do you mean 'country'?! You're just a block of metal!" England exploded. "Go home, Sealand!"

I just ignored it. It was obviously family issues that I really didn't want to get in the middle of. Putting down my empty makeshift plate, I sighed. "So...what are we gonna do about these Pictonions?" I asked.

"I am wanting to know why they stopped attacking when Italy started talking to them back in the ship." Russia stated.

France smiled. "Maybe they were interested in his facials because they don't have any." he answered, to which they all laughed and I smiled as Germany looked over at the now sleeping Italy.

Suddenly, the ground shook and all these white, crumpled buildings emerged from the water. "What is this?" China asked.

"It seems like they're mocking us." France suggested.

"You're right dude!" America exclaimed. "THAT'S LADY LIBERTY!"

I took in a deep breath. "At least they waited until we finished eating to attack, right?" I asked.