I woke up to the sound of laughter. The sun was bright coming through my windows. It was awfully cold, too. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the few moments of sleepy bliss. I had had the weirdest dream! The laughter continued. "Ohohoho Mon Cherie, it appears you have some lovers.", France said. I must have fallen asleep watching Hetalia. Then I remembered what had happened. My eyes snapped open. I could see what France had meant. England's head lay in my lap. My arm was curled around America and my head lay against his shoulder. His head leaned against mine. And, to top it off, Italy lay curled around my feet. HOW DID HE EVEN GET THERE?!? Germany scooped up Italy and flung him over his shoulder saying "Ita-chan will not be waking up until at least 12. It is his culture." France snickered and Germany kicked him in the shin. Arthur woke up and realized where he was sleeping. He turned bright red and stammered an apology. I must have been a little red too, which made France laugh harder. "Alfred, time to wake up!", France said loudly between chuckles. The country didn't stir. Germany kicked him, a little more lightly than he had France, but still painfully. No reaction. England rolled his eyes. "I know what to do.", he said in the most exasperated tone possible. "Everyone, stand back.", he sighed. Arthur cleared his throat and then yelled in a very good American accent. "WHAT TEAM?"

America sat up so abruptly his glasses flew off his head. "WILDCATS!", he shouted back. The country then turned bright red at the sight of us all practically rolling on the ground in fits of laughter. He grumbled to himself.

"Where are we?", America asked. Germany replied "I woke up quite early and scouted the area from all sides, walking many miles. There is no sign of civilization." I heard England mutter something beneath his breath like "Weird Germans..." I stifled a laugh.

Germany glared at me.

"Now, what are we to do with the spy?"

Everyone turned to look at me.

Uh-oh.

Germany cracked his knuckles, menacingly. I backed up, quickly, slowly retreating to were I would have the cover of trees if I needed to run. "Woah woah woah. I'm not a spy! It's not my fault the plane crashed! It's not, I swear!", I said while throwing my hands up in a surrender. Suddenly, I tripped and my ankle twisted painfully underneath me with a snapping sound. I saw Arthur and Alfred run towards me as spots swam before my eyes. I blacked out from the pain.