America's Pov

I stayed down in the small groove in the road as a demonic looking England walked by for the 7th time.
I didn't know what happened, but it was deadly, at least England was.
In fact England was trying to kill me.
As soon as he was out of sight I got up and ran in the opposite direction.
Making it nearly 4 blocks away, I ran into someone and fell.
I looked up to see France turning around, looking very confused.
"America, what are you running from?"
As to answer his question, England came running, and was closing fast.
Canada and Italy, with similar features to England, appeared around the corner, we were trapped.
"What happened to my Angelterre!" France squawked.
"Donno, gotta run!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards an alley.
We rushed forward in the dark, hoping not to run into any demons, but as we were running by someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me to the ground behind a large box.
France soon followed.
A large hand stayed over my mouth until Italy and Canada ran bye.
"Are jou ok?"
I turned to face Germany and Prussia.
I nodded glancing at France.
He looked a little shaken up, but other than that he looked fine.
"Vhat happened?" Prussia asked.
"I honestly don't know." I responded.
Suddenly a hiss echoed through the dark alley.
"Don't try to hide. I can still smell you. And I know where you are."
It was England, we were trapped, again.
But this time we had no way out.