I groaned softly as woke from my forced slumber. The dull ache that emanated from the back of me head reminded me of the blunt object that was used to knock me unconscious. But only one thought came to mind. Russia, Russia had to have done this to me, the awesome Prussia. I could never forget how that stupid pipe felt against my skin as he nearly beat me to death with it on more than one occasion. I went to stand, but realized I was strapped against a chair, my hands bound together with rope. 'Scheiße!' I shouted, which echoed through the room, and i quickly realized i was in a dungeon. As i looked around the room, i saw different kinds of restraints, but mostly chains. The walls were made of stone and the floor was cold and damp. I heard the heavy breathing of another being down in this dungeon, but because it was rather dark, could only make out a for. 'hello? Who's down here?' for a few minutes there was no response. Until i heard the man grunt and cough. 'Prussia...?' this voice, it sounded familiar to me. Who was it? It definately wasnt west or birdie...so who else could it be? 'is that you...?' i thought about for a few minutes before the realization slapped me in the face. 'is that you brows?'

'yeah...' crap, he sounded like complete shit. 'are you alright there brows?' he didnt respond for a few minutes. 'better than i will be...' he said with a rough and almost frail voice. 'what happened to you brows?'

he chuckled rather weakly. 'russia did...' of course it would be the russian freak child. 'how long have you been down here?' i asked trying to get out of my restraints. 'i lost count after two weeks...'

Shortly after he said that, a loud creak sounded through the dungeon, indicating a door opened somewhere. 'ah, Prussia, you're awake. That's good, da?' i watched him come out of the darkness and toward where England sat. time to get up Arthur. He said grabbing England by the arm. 'Let me go you bloody arse!' so there was still some fight left in him. The way he was sounding, i was starting to worry the freak child broke him. Well, not worry but—ah whatever. As i finished this thought i heard a loud crack resound through the very large dungeon, and then Englands soft groan shortly after. 'Oi! Leave him alone you freak child!' russia dragged england over by prussia and chained him up by his wrists, until he was barely able to stand on his toes. 'i'll be back soon. Be good, da?' after saying this in his usual innocent tone, he walked out of the room.

I looked up at england who was knocked out cold from that blow to the face. His right arm was mangled and broken, his left one was covered in infected gashes. He was skinny as fuck too, you could practically see every rib in his body. His face was marred with bruises and covered in thin cuts. His hair was dull and dirty, his skin was pale from what i assume was the infection getting to him. 'brows...' normally i don't care for anyone but myself, but i have always held a soft spot for the britshman. I hated seeing him like this. Mangled, malnurished. Frail. 'Verdammt!' i struggled again, and i also knew when that fucking russia came back, i would be the next person on his hit list. How did i not notice Englands absence before this? He was gone for two ficking weeks or more! This is totally unawesome. The door opened again and russia came back in with an array of torture untensils. 'lets begin shall we?'