When Will I See You Again.

Hope.

Denmark helped me up and we walked towards the messily-thrown up tents. They all looked like they were about to fall over and I was skeptical of anyone even being there.
Mathias lead the way as I walked behind, looking around. As I guessed, this place was abandoned. Only a few things here and there that people left, forgot about, or didn't care about.
Papers and old newspapers written in faded German flew about our feet as the soft, cold breeze swept them away. Empty cans rolling around, making clinking sounds when we accidentally kick them or they rolled and hit a rock. An old wind chime tied to the pole of one of the tents jingled in the wind. I have to wipe my goggles off in order to see because the wind is picking up dirt and rudely throwing it in my face. I hear a crack as I take a step and look down, realizing that I had stepped on a pair of glasses and broken them. Mathias looked back at me and though his goggles were smudged with dirt, I could tell that he was upset.
"It's so...sad" he began. "To see everything... just.. abandoned."
"Yeah, well. That's the world we live in now... sadly." I replied. The wind brushing my hair into my face. Denmark kept suggesting that I'd cut it, but I kind of liked it this way. You could see the waves in my hair now. People often forgot that my hair was somewhat curly.
I looked away from him, turning to scan the area when I saw something gently swaying in the wind. I went over to it and saw that it was a sun-bleached flag. I could tell it had a nordic cross lining it, but without the colors, I couldn't tell which of the five it belonged to. Before I could more thoroughly inspect it, Denmark flagged me over excitedly and knelt to the ground, brushing dirt off of... something. After a few seconds, I realized it was a can. A small can of... peas? Denmark freed it from its dirty prison and held it up for me to read. Whatever it was, it was Icelandic. I read it perfectly but I was confused as to why he was so happy...
"Yeah, so what? Icelandic.. peas. Is there some sort of impor-oh... ooohhh. Do you think?" I finally caught on. This weird little can of vegetables was our little shine of hope that my brother was alive.
Mat shook his head vigorously. I'm surprised he didn't give himself a headache. He was smiling ear to ear which wasn't that surprising but this smile was definitely out of pure hope and happiness. I grinned slightly, but not really enough to be visible. I had my doubts... I mean no one is here. He quickly shoved it in his pack, and jumped up and down like a child.
"Denmark stop. Someone might see you." I half-whispered. He sort of jogged on forward towards the end of the tents while I picked the one in the best condition and folded it down. Taking it for myself and hastily putting it in my satchel like thing. I tried to follow Denmark, but I wasn't really sure where the Dane went. I half-limped past the green, blue, red, and tan tents. They were all pretty close together making it so there weren't very many spaces to hide.
"Dickmark...!" I whisper yelled. "Hey, den!" I searched for him but it was like he dropped off the face of the earth. I started to worry a little but kept myself calm.

That didn't last long.

He came up behind me and hugged me and I let out a small 'squeak' of surprise. He laughed. The asshole fucking laughed. Piece of shit. He let me go and walked in front of me. You better bet that I slapped him. I slapped him harder than I meant to, but either way, it got my point across.
"Oooow!" He whisper-screamed.
"You fucking deserve that. You scared the shit out of me!" I 'quietly' replied.
He let out a frustrated sound and walked towards the nearest road, which luckily had a small area of trees lining it. I followed him.
"Hey, how long has it been?" I asked.
"What?" He replied in confusion.
L- "since the 'outbreak'"
M- "oh, I dunno, maybe about half a year?"
L- "hm... I was in and out of consciousness for awhile then, huh?" I already knew this. I was just confirming what that other guy had said.
M- "yeah. Do you even remember anything before the last meeting?"
L- "I remember being in pain."
M- "is that all?"
L- "pretty much."

We reached the road side 'forest' and walked through. Careful not to be A. Caught in traps, or B. Let branches slap us in the face.

M- "before the meeting, the conscious countries were fairly busy so it was actually a pretty good while until it was actually set up."
L-"... oh."
M- " yeah... almost every country that had a big border on the Atlantic was out for most of it. America, Canada, England, you, and ice. Spain, also. Swede, Fin, and I were shielded by your country. "
L- "hm... how long was 'most of it'?"
M- "well, we've been together for about a month. And before I found you, it had been about a month and a half since the meeting-"
L- "I was awake for most of the meeting."
M- "right.. anyway, so you were out for a little more than half of every month, so I'd say about... hm... half of three months would be a month and a half. And there were three months before the meeting and now there's been three months after it."
L- "Three."
M- "what?"
L- "about three, anyway. A month and a half before, a month and a half after. That's three months. Three months out of six that I've been oblivious to the waking world."
He didn't talk after that until night fall. Which, might I add, was for five hours.

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Hey, wow, look who finally updated. Oh, hey, that's me! I made this chapter longer because I've been slacking on updating. Sorry. Although, I do update faster than other people. (Not to be offensive.) I just know how it feels to be reading a fanfic and finish the chapter and scroll and be greeted with "To be continued..." so, I'm trying guys, really... COMMENT ON THE STORY IF YOU LIKE IT ^-^.