Hetalia meets countryhumans

Snowland

Canada POV-

It was so cold outside the cold weather was taking its toll on are skin, are hands were a cold red from the extra blood that made its way to are finger tips I can only imagine how this feels to none Northern nations like America. The only one not wearing a coat was Russia's Countryhumans version. He explained that he was immune from the cold completely yet becomes very weak in heat. "France, England? Where are you?" the female Canadian cried out.

"There footsteps end here, I say ve look around for clues in Vhat happened" Ludwig said stopping in a particularly open area in the forest. There was an couple branches and veins from trees visible all coated with a brown-white layer of snow. It was obvious from prints in the snow that there had been some kind of struggle that involved much pushing and shoving, definitely like a battle of the sort. "Ai-yah! are these bullets?!" Yao yelled looking at the strange object in the snow, with a closer look we could plainly see that the piece of metal he found was clearly a bullet. Al took a closer look in examining the scattered ammo taking one in his hand, bringing it up in between his eyes. "Revolvers hold between 5-8 rounds, but they would have a cartridge so I can't guarantee they weren't shot if I don't know the exact type of gun" he explained with a sigh handing the bullet to America.

America put the small metal piece in his pocket with a sad expression looming over his face. "I don't think England or France would carry a gun with them each place they go, the gun laws in England are very strict and you need a license in France but it still doesn't seem like something she would just have."

Germany said wiping his glasses that fogged up from the cold, "I say-a we-a look around for more-a clues" Italy suggested taking a head start looking around some bushes and twigs. I went alone ne'er the edge, some small trees here and there but nothing to special. My mind started to go wandering looking at the dark haired female with the fur hat. She's been awfully quiet since the accident with the lightbulb, I wonder how that happened it was like a shock of magic that lead from her ring finger to the glass around the filament.

But I guess I shouldn't be too harsh, I myself am a very quiet country compared to someone like my brother, yet I can't help but feel like that shouldn't be applied in a situation like this. If Arthur or Francis were too be kidnapped I wouldn't just stand by quiet, I would try too help. I shook it off telling myself I was just over thinking this and that could just be her type of grieving process. I looked down ready to kick the snow with my boat but stopped myself before I could do anything, there were some footprints in the snow. "H-hey guys! I think I found something" I said in a normal toned voice for them, but a scream for me.

I showed them the print explaining that they could be England's, "vhile it is a nice thought these footsteps are much bigger then the ones we had been originally fallowing" he said bending down taking a close look. "But the good news is now I can guarantee they weren't shot look, there was a gun cartridge over there! Whoever attacked them must have dropped it trying to do a quick escape."

Al exclaimed relieving everyone with his words, "mmh...let's start heading back to my place." Russia said with a cold look, "what! What do you mean go back?! We haven't found my parents yet!" America said confused and furious against the Russian, "the coats I gave you are for light snow and by the looks of thing we may have a snow storm soon if you stay here for any longer you will freeze too death."

The Russian explained looking up at the many snow flakes covering us. Ame mumbled under his breath before complying to the decision made. The snow had really started to pick up, it was going faster then I've ever seen before, I didn't even know this type of speed could be achieved by snow.

Almost like someone was controlling it....