God...I'm such a goddamn fucking idiot...How the hell did I let myself get captured...If only I had come with a bigger operation force...Nah, that wouldn't have worked either. This whole operation today was just a disaster...Damn Russia...It was so obviously a trap. It's worth it though, everyone else got out safely...let's just see if I can get myself out of this in one piece.

"Ah Mr. America, I see you're awake. Good. I have so much in store for you"

They had all made it back to the nearest headquarters, the operation to retrieve America already approved. His squadron, no his country, would never let him be in that Russian bastard's hands for long.

"I'm Brigadier General Grayson of the 27th Fighter Squadron, nice to meet you again Mr. Kirkland, or Sir Kirkland isn't it?"

"Don't worry about those silly titles, lad, you can call me Arthur"

"Oh? I really don't think that's appropriate"

"Well do as you wish then"

"Excuse me sir. We are awfully busy right now. I'm about two minutes away from a very dangerous infiltration mission"

"Yes, that's why I'm here, Operation Midnight Blizzard. I need to go with you"

"You what? Oh no, no. I've heard plenty from the General about how much you hate flying"

"Please, you don't understand. I need to help him"

"Look, the RAF are flying on our mission too. Why can't you just ride with them? Wouldn't that be more appropriate"

"I know you will be the one going in. Help me out would you?"

"Absolutely no! There is no way I am taking responsibility for you. I would have too much explaining to do if something happened to you"

"Fine, I order you to take me"

"You have no authority over me. In case you forgot, I'm an American pilot"

"For God's sake man, just bloody well help me"

"Since you asked so, very nicely..."

"Are you all this insufferable?"

"No, I am just together with Mr. Jones a lot. Get a flight suit on, we're leaving soon"

Oh just fuck Siberia and its' awful weather. It was so freaking cold, no matter where you were, not to mention what I thought was a dungeon, was like laying in snow. I had to remember, never to show how much it hurt, just a straight face. Russia's boots were a deafening noise, leather on a concrete floor. It was a spectacle alright, but the things on the other side of the room did distress me a bit. He grabbed a contraption from the far desk, it looked like something out of a scifi movie though.

"Now Mr. Jones, you tell me about your allies' plans, da?"

"Really? Just jump right to the question? Why would I answer you?"

"Because, little Mr. America does not know what will happen if he does not"

"Well fuck that, give me your best shot"

"I was with the hope that you would be saying that"

He messed with the little sphere thing, thrusting it in the back of my neck. It let loose a spike or something, penetrating through to my windpipe. Other arms came around and did the same to the front of my neck.

"What is this...even for?"

"Nothing, except for this"

Just wonderful...it conducts electricity...was all I could think of as about 90 volts ran through my body.

"Electro-torture? That's really what you came up with?"

"Now why does America not just tell me the plans? Does he enjoy this pain?"

"No, it's just unlike you, I don't ever betray my allies"

"You are a good comrade to them then. Too bad you choose wrong side in this war"

"Chose the wrong side? I didn't choose my side, I didn't even want this fucking war!"

"That is not mattering. I will get the information out of you eventually"

God why was I in a plane? I bloody hate planes. Why did Alfred have to be the selfless hero and get himself captured. Who knows what the damn communist would be doing to him now. He would never reveal anything about us though, so it was mainly his well-being that was in jeopardy...as well as mine. One of these God-awful flying death traps was taking me to Russia at nearly 2600 kilometres per hour...At least we knew exactly where he was located, we were prepared. His new dog tags had a satellite tracking device in them, though now he had three of them around his neck. He always wore them, after WWI that is. After we touched down, it was just a half hour or so before we could get him, that is, if all went well.

Electricity can really start to mess up your nervous system after a while...It was harder and harder to move as time went on. Sometimes I wish I was able to die, it would have saved quite a bit of agony as what was to come, but then again, it would be totally not worth it.

"When will you learn Mr. Jones? Just tell me what I want to know, and you'll be comfortable again"

Wounds dripped blood from all over my body, as he saw it fit to run a knife anywhere he damned well pleased. I lost so much blood that my vision was fogging and I was really light headed.

"It does not have to be your plans, just any of your allies will work,da"

"Go...fuck yourself...you communist bastard..."

"Fine, you give me no choice"

A thundering noise was heard from outside the room, probably upstairs. I was a bit distracted, but that wouldn't have changed anything seeing as though he ran his goddamned pipe through my stomach, pinning me to the floor.

"I need to attend to the commotion up the stairs. It will only be a minute"

I writhed under the force of the large lead pipe, trying to force myself up and off of it, but that didn't work. He pulled out a pistol from his coat pocket, resting it pointed at my head.

"Oh, but that would be too easy"

He moved down a foot or so and pulled the trigger, right over, what I'm sorry to say, was my heart.

"That will stop you from moving and escaping, da?"

Wave after wave of pain racked my body for a few seconds, but then I lost all feeling to any part of my body. Well if I had any plans on doing anything for weeks...they were out the window now. Not twenty seconds later, my breathing collapsed.

Storming Russia's house after the air raid was a lot simpler than we had planned for. It seemed that we brought too many troops, but at least the operation would go smoothly. I heard a shot down in the basement and feared the worst. The Americans had unloaded everything they brought with them on the house, virtually emptying it. Grayson and I made our way down the stairs with no resistance at all, though we would have been prepared for anything with the arsenal he had with him. The room was pitch black, though we soon corrected that. My heart just sank in my chest, I thought his plane evacuation would have been his worst injuries, I was horribly wrong.

"First things first Mr. Kirkland. Let's get those things off of him"

I was gingerly and deliberately removing the pieces embedded in his neck, the same could not be said of the Brigadier General.

"3...2...1"

He pulled the water tool out quickly, dropping it to the floor as it rolled across the room. We finished removing the contraption from his neck and still nothing, no signs from Alfred at all. I touched his face, it was cold and getting paler by the minute. Cuts covered his entire body, but I finally found the real problem, a hole straight through his chest.

"That communist bastard went too far. How dare he..."

"Now's not the time Sir, our mission is to get Mr. Jones out of here"

"Of course"

I picked him up, lifting his back and legs, looking for any signs of life. His breathing had stopped, though should come back in a few hours if we played our cards right. He moved like a rag doll in my arms, nothing at all coming from the usually energetic American. I had to cradle his head to prevent any more injury, surprised that his glasses were still in tact. We got him back to the jet, only about an hour from the base.

I barely lifted my eyelids, but was immediately bombarded by a sea of white. I'm dead? Well I didn't think that was possible. Then my vision focused a bit more and I saw how ridiculous that last thought was, it was just a ceiling. I looked around, seeing basically my whole body wrapped up in bandages. I could only muster enough energy to get my head up. That took a lot more out of me than I thought it would. At least I was breathing again, though that had its downsides too, as I now felt all of the pain from earlier.

"You bloody git...You gave us quite a task going to get you"

"Yah...sorry...I just..."

"Don't bother, I doubt you can even form a sentence right now after all you've been through. It took four hours you know, to fix that hole in your heart. It will certainly be days before you can even walk around properly. It was quite a daunting ordeal to go and get you, but everyone was glad to have you back on our side"

"Thanks..."

"Alfred, why do you insist on being the self-righteous hero? You went through all of this because you did it on your own. You've always gotten on me for not accepting help, but isn't this a bit hypocritical?"

"I just...couldn't let ever...everyone die...I can't help...being the hero"

"I know you can't Alfred, I know you can't"

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