"Yes." Russia said, smiling.

Japan strode back to his house, Taithlon on his mind.

Taithlon gritted her teeth, gave a sharp nod and ran off to where she believed Germany would be heading. God, her foot hurt, but she had to hold out for now. It was one shot, one chance. She'd retreat if she missed.. unless she had a second chance, of course. She squinted her eyes. She hoped both of them could stay safe for a while. She'd need to hunt, too..

Japan opened the door to his house. Pochi came over to him and licked his hands.
"Pochi..." Japan said wearily. He felt his legs buckle and he passed out in the doorway.

Taithlon kept her head down, darting through the lands, still heading towards where she believed Italy and Germany had headed to, further to Russias heartland, looking to follow footprints if she could

Germany and Italy sat around a fire, the wind threatening to blow out the small flickering flames.
"Doitsu... I'm cold." Italy said.
"We only need to hold out a few more days, then we can go home." Germany said, looking around warily.

Pochi poked Japan's ear with his paw.
"Yo dude, you 'kay man?" Pochi said. "That Slinky HeeHaw won' wake up." he growled. He waddled over to the door. "The loser's gonna catcha cold."

Taithlon tried to hide as best she could and raised her handgun up, looking for Germanys gun. She had to find it, it had to be somewhere. That would delay them, at least a bit.

"Doitsu! Look! A shooting star!" Italy said, pointing to the dark sky. He put his hands together. "I wish that England will go home with a headache! I wish that England will go home with a headache! I wish that-"
"Vhat are you doing?" Germany asked, frowning.
"I'm making a wish upon a shooting star. If you do, they say the wish will come true." Italy said.

Pochi pushed through the tall mounds of snow in Russia, the bits of snow clinging to his fur, weighing him down. "Stupid &*%&%*^*^&*#%$(@*)(@*$(&%^!" Pochi said angrily.

Taithlon gritted her teeth, moving around. She had to find his gun. She didn't want to shoot his palm or fingers instead. She tried to stay as quiet and hidden as possible, head and body low

"Get some sleep, Feli." Germany sighed.
"Why don't you ever call me Feliciano when we're in public?" Italy asked.
"Because I'm not ready to tell ze vorld." Germany said.
Italy's face fell. "Oh... Okay. Good night, Ludwig." he said, before crawling into the tent.
Germany set his gun down on the stump that Italy had previously occupied.

Taithlon raised her own gun up and aimed it carefully, elbow on knee, she tried to control her breathing. She had one chance, she had to get this shot as accurate at possible. She tried to close her mind and concentrate firmly, not let herself quiver, aim and fire.