I don't want to jump

Lars walked over the sidewalk on some abandoned street, followed by Victoria. He looked through the windows of buildings they passed. Everything was empty and void of life. No people, no pets, there wasn’t even vermin crawling around on the streets. This was getting weirder by the minute. And on top of that, Lars began to get the feeling that they were being watched. Yes, in a town where there was absolutely no-one, he got the feeling of being watched from all things. He glanced over his shoulder every few minutes to see if they weren’t being followed. He didn’t feel safe out here in the abandoned streets with his only ally being a girl of who he didn’t even know if she could fight. Since she was an independent nation now, she should be able to, but you never know.

When they passed yet another empty building, Lars began to grow worried. Where was everyone. It couldn’t be that he and Seychelles were the only countries dropped off here. Where was the logic in that? Their countries weren’t even in close contact. No, there had to be others, they were just looking in the wrong places it seemed.

He hoped they would find someone soon. Somebody who’d be able to help them get out of here preferably. Or someone who he just wanted to make sure of they were unharmed. For as far as Lars knew, Luxembourg hadn’t even received an invitation to the world meeting. But Belgium, Emma, his sister. He hoped she was alright. He hoped she had missed her plane or something, hadn’t arrived at the address on the invitation, and was unharmed and safe in her home in Brussels. They might not always get along, but there was no reason to wish her to be in this situation.

Then Lars heard something from above them. A voice crying for help? So there were others here! Lars quickly looked upwards to see where the sound had come from. And not a moment to late, because he spotted something falling down from the top of the rather tall building. He couldn’t see what exactly it was, but he wasn’t about to get hit by an unknown substance. Lars quickly took a couple of steps back. Though he forgot to warn Victoria about the falling something.

Lars watched the vomit missing Victoria by inches as the girl ran towards the fire stairs. It splashed against the street in a disturbing matter. Someone with a weaker stomach than his would probably have puked himself when seeing this. Though Lars, and pretty much ever other nation out there, had seen much worse things in his life. So he didn’t pay much attention to the puddle anymore. He did look up again to see if he could identify the one who had attempted to throw up on them. Though he couldn’t see who it was, one thing was clear: they certainly weren’t alone here.

Edging his way around the puddle of vomit, a disgusted expression clearly visible on his face, he followed Victoria. Once they came closer to the fire stairs, Lars saw a person lying on the ground. He identified said person as Lovino Vargas. Oh great, he just kept running into people that wouldn’t be of much use in a fight. Though it was a good thing that they found another nation around here, Lars wasn’t particularly looking forward to watching over two people while trying to figure out what was going on here.

Lovino got to his feet, but didn’t stay on them for a very long time. Someone else fell down the stairs, tackling the Italian and dragging him to the ground again. It turned out to be England. Finally! A nation that could stand his ground in a fight. Lars remembered that all to well from the Anglo-Dutch wars. Though neither of them would be of any use if they stayed on the ground. Specially not since Arthur’s hand seemed to be occupying Lovino’s vital regions.

Arthur got to his feet rather quickly after realizing what he was doing and started to apologize, his face turning red. Lars cleared his throat rather loudly, notifying the other two of his and Victoria’s presence.

Lars watched as Lovino kicked at Arthur for groping him. Lars couldn’t blame him for doing so. He has expected nothing less of the grumpy boy to be honest. He’d seen him fend off Antonio more than enough in the time they both lived with Spain. Lars had no idea how the boy had been able to put up with the bastard for so long.

Anyway, Lars was glad to see some familiar faces, even though it were a grumpy one and one in pain. Lovino tried and failed to get to his feet. Then he demanded to know what was going on here. Rude as ever, Lars thought. As if they knew so much more than him.

In the meantime Seychelles had joined them and started to greet Arthur. Arthur had probably been the one to be stuck on the roof and had attempted to drop his vomit on them. Lars would leave the question whether or not that had been intentional unanswered for now in favour of doing more important things.

He cleared his throat again, in hopes of also getting Arthur’s attention. Now he could explain what they already knew and figure out if they had already figured something out themselves. “We don’t know why we’re all here and what exactly is going on.” Lars stated. Better throw that sort of things on the table right away, or they’d only get their hopes up. “Apparently we all got knocked out, and dropped here in this ghost town in the middle of nowhere. Now that we found you two as well, I’m almost certain of the fact that everybody who was invited to the world conference is also dumped somewhere in this town.” Lars finished. “That’s about all we know. We don’t know who or what’s behind this, and neither do we know why.”

Lars fell silent, waiting for the other’s reactions. He considered telling them that it could be other countries that were behind this whole thing, but decided to keep that bit of information to himself. If it were other nations who did this to them, they would’ve undoubtedly send spies into the town to keep an eye on them. So technically, he couldn’t trust anybody.

Lars stared at Lovino, who was unsuccessfully trying to get up. When he voiced his worries about his brother, Lars’ thoughts shot back to his own sister. “You’re not the only one who wants to find somebody.” He told him. Lars wanted to know how Emma was doing. If she was awake yet, and where she was.

As Arthur suggested they would split up, Lars opened his mouth to protest. “You can’t be-” Though he was interrupted by England again. There was one thing he said Lars completely agreed with. It sure as hell wasn’t a great idea. Specially since Lars was paired up with the one who couldn’t even stand up. Though if they split up, they could find more supplies to survive here. Like food and weapons. Not to mention both groups could run into other nations.

“Okay, three hours.” Lars repeated, making it clear he would be back here in three hours, expecting the others to do the same. “Bring back anybody you come across and look for supplies.” Lars told Arthur. If they were with a larger group, they would be safer. And it would probably be easier to figure out what was going on.

His hands slipped under Lovino’s armpits and he hoisted him up. Lars held onto the boy, so he wouldn’t fall back down again. He hoped he could walk by himself soon. It would be a pain to have to support him all the time. Lars nodded Arthur and Victoria goodbye and headed for the direction Arthur pointed at. He all but dragged Lovino along.

(( OoC: After you reply, I can make a new thread for us if you're okay with that, Lovi? ))