The storm died down and the ground was covered in two inches of fresh snow. The easiest path would be to head south to Italy, or West to the Atlantic.

His lip twitched. He didn't want to run into Italy, deciding Atlantis would be best as the limped West.

"It's no problem." Japan said. He looked at her. "What's wrong, Leto-kun?" he asked, frowning slightly.

"Nothing wrong" she offered a soft smile, once all the books where picked up and sorted she nuzzled him, "Go back to your Zazen"

"We were thinking of feeding him England's scones." Germany said.
Prussia was trying hard not to laugh.

I couldn't help but smile at that. "Nobody deserves that fate." I reply then add more seriously "What's the actual plan and if you say that was it I'm walking out of here right now...with the chair."

The waves crashed against the rocks. There was a small, but sturdy boat manned by tanned looking man in a red Tommy Bahama shirt with yellow palm trees on it. He looked up and saw Scotland. The man's name was Cuba.

He frowned, "Don't talk, just row" he snapped as he got in, giving his best introvert look

Japan nodded and turned to face the setting sun, his eyes closed.

She smiled silently, watching him for a few minutes as she thought about things. She then left, closing the door as quietly as possible, looking around for Velos or Pochi outside.

"We planned to kill him from afar." Hungary said. "However, we'd need to keep a close eye on Germany and Prussia, because once Hitler's dead, chaos may ensue."

"Makes sense. Did you get a time or date? Anyone for certain jobs?" I ask trying to get as much detail as possible. I wasn't going to join forces with them unless I thought it would work.