Numb. That is how you felt. Cold and absent. Here you were, a 'prisoner of war' to that bastard. 'Who the hell does he think he is, locking you up?' Despite these thoughts, you ceased struggling weeks ago. Yes weeks, in fact, you believe that you have been in this damn cellar for a good 4 months now. That is, if he was telling you the truth.

"Oi! Fraulien! Come out, come out, wherever you are~" called out a raspy voice, signaling you to start burying yourself deeper inside the 'Kartoffel'* labeled barrel. This was your hiding place of the week. Though your body was contorted in a strange shape, your heart started to gradually pick a faster pace as his footsteps come closer.

"Come on, don't you want to see mein awesome face?" he says, stepping closer to your barrel. He stops, and so does your heartbeat. Suddenly, with a sickening crunch, your barrel cracks open. A large hand swoops in, fists your hair, and yanks you forcefully out of your hiding place.

"Ugh! Damn you, Prussia!" You yell, struggling once more.

"Kesesese~! It seems the broken songbird has finally sung again!"

"Let her go (,da?)." say two sickening sweet voices in unison. You snapped your head towards to sound, but it only to end in more pain. Prussia only smirks before he starts to laugh maniacally.

"You think you can just order me around? Kesesese! Nein! You cannot order the awesome me around!"

"My, my, what a naughty little child you are." Rings out a British accent, causing the albino to tighten his grasp but then throws you across the cellar. You groan but attempt to catch a glimpse of the other men. The larger man brandishes a silver pipe from his large parka. The other, significantly shorter, one has strawberry blonde hair that has most likely been dyed with even human blood. Prussia grits his teeth, a deep growl in his throat.

"What is wrong? You no want to have your head on pipe? Well, I guess I must force the event, da?" said the man with the light silver hair and pipe.

"We'll see about that." And with that, Prussia whips out his trusty sword in which he tries to slash at the Blue-eyed britishman. He then proceeds to try and bash the hilt of his sword into his temple when a pipe intercepts his attack and the brit throws a knife at his stomach.

Doubling over in pain, he coughs up blood but does not lessen his resolve. He swings up his sword and lands a few nicks and scrapes on them but with two opponents, his attempts are futile.

Until, finally, someone interrupts their fight.

"DAMNIT, PRUSSIA! Stop trying to force people to join you! Goodness!" the stranger yells, but when she notices the other men, she quickly apologizes, "I'm sorry for any trouble you two had to go through. I will try to control him, and make sure he doesn't kidnap your friend again. Or anyone else for that matter. Oh how rude of me, Je'mapelle Evie Michealis!"

"Oh, that's quite alright, poppet! Though, quite frankly, I really want to splatter his blood on the walls. But I do hope you do keep your promise."

"Hmm... I still want to kill him. Is there any reason why I shouldn't kill him, Miss Evie?"

At this, the brunette female, cracks a quite nefarious grin, "Oh because I WILL teach him... some manners, oui?"

"I like how you think, Miss Evie."

"Oh, it comes with the charm, mister. Wait while I clean up, that poor young woman." She replies, striding over to your location where she picks you up and takes you to a foreign room.

"I don't know if you heard me before, but I'm sorry that-,"

"W-what day is it?"

"Umm... the 15th of February...? Why?" she says while applying alcohol on your wounds.

"So, that means...I've only been in this hell hole for 2 months. Cool." She looks at you oddly.

"You got kidnapped and you say "Cool"?"

"Yeah." You say boredly.

"You know, I like you, you've got spunk." She says with a wink. "What's your name anyway? I'm Evelyn, but call me Evie."

"_, that's my name." you say dryly, as she finishes wrapping bandages.

"Well _, nice to meet you. Let me call in those boys from before."

*Time Skip*

"Well _, welcome home, poppet~! Make yourself at home! You know what, let me make some tea and cupcakes!"

"Yeah,whatever"

"Sunflower, are you going to sit down?"

"..."

"Are you okay?"

"Why did you help me?"

"Well, love, we wanted to. "The brit called from the kitchen.

"That doesn't answer anything. Who are you two and what do you want from me?"

"I am Ivan Braginski; otherwise known as Russia." The taller one replied.

"And I," The blonde starts, coming out from the kitchen," am Oliver Kirkland, at your service milady. Uhh... I guess you could say I am the funner side of England."

"Funner isn't a word." You point out.

"I practically made the English language, I can make new words, ya know! Now, how about some tea?"

"Alright."

{A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Russia-chan~! Since she was my requester(?)! Hope ya like! And err... sorry I broke it into parts because I didn't want this chapter to be too long, plus it's freaking 12:34 A.M. and I want to get more chapters in before going to sleep. Vote! Comment Request! Folow! Yay!}