Finally the fight, WW2, has finished but one question has been swarming through every ones' mind, 'Where have Germany and Italy gone?' In those last days of the war, they went missing. Japan was the only one who seemed to care at the time. Germany surrendered to end the bloodshed and Italy followed his example. That's when they both went missing, after they surrendered. The allies cut back on their troops, they knew they had won. Russia, on the other hand had a better idea, he captured thousands of German and Italian soldiers plus the two leaders. Once the war ended, he began to kill the now unneeded soldiers. Germany and Italy were held in an underground cell made to hold soldiers for questioning. It had never been used, water had come to the top and rats had been trapped down in the cells. It was no good place to stay. The big metal box had mud and dirt at the bottom of it. It might have never been used but they never cleaned it after they put it down. Italy and Germany sat in the corner of a cell tied up. They sat in pitch black darkness. After a few days in dark you can start to see things and that's how it was for the two of them. Their arms were tied behind them. More rope was wrapped around their wrists and their backs were placed against the wall. They didn't bother laying down so they didn't get all dirty and covered in mud. Russia decided to torture them. Italy had a cracked ankle and if any pressure's to be put on it, it would break. Because of the torment Russia had put to him, he was in pain. The bruises, burns, cuts and blood covered Italy's upper body. His blue pants were covered in dirt and blood. His boots needed to be tied and it was bugging Germany and him. Russia didn't do the same to Germany. Instead of just physically hurting him, he made him watch as he hurt Italy. When he wouldn't watch, he'd get a knife in his arm or leg and then he'd hurt Italy even more. The knives aren't even the large knives Russia had planned on using, they were smaller knives with blades that were only a good inch in length but they still did damage. The knives still stuck in his arms and legs. He couldn't move. They both couldn't move. Italy didn't understand, the war should be over, they both surrendered, they stopped fighting. They shouldn't be here. Germany was thinking of ways to get out of there. The jail wasn't locked. Russia thought since they were bond so well, what's the point? 'There's a knife right here and I hope Italy can move.' He sparked an idea.

"Italy?"

"Yeah?"

"If you move, just a little, I think we can make it out of here."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to take this knife on my arm, and cut me loose."

"Germany, I can't do it. It will hurt you."

"I don't care if it hurts. We will die here if we don't try to get out."

"Okay….."

Italy lifted his back from the wall and Germany moved his back from the wall as well. Italy lifted his arms as far as they could go and tried to grab the handle of the knife. Three of his fingers touched the handle. He tried to grab it. He lifted his arms up just a little more. He was then able to get his whole hand around the handle and he ripped it out of Germany's arm. Blood went streaming down Germany's arm and he winced at the pain. Italy then looked up at Germany's face, 'I knew it would hurt him.'

"Germany, I'm sorry."

"You're, you're fine just cut me loose."

"Okay."

Italy moved up to Germany's back. He met his shoulders up with Germany's as he tried to find his hands. He repositioned the knife in his hand and found the knots. He began to cut with all of his might. He pressed down harder to get through the ropes and suddenly the rope broke making Italy slip back, putting the knifes blade in Germany's hand. Germany cringed at the pain.

"Dammit Italy!"

"I'm so sorry!"

Italy then took the knife from Germany's palm. Blood dripped from his fingertips. Italy found the other knot and began to cut again. As Italy cut, Germany looked around to find anything to help with the escape. In the other corner of the room, out of the cell, he could see his jacket. 'My jacket! My gun's in there!' Italy broke through the last knot. The ropes unwrapped from Germany's arms and unwrapped themselves from his body. He then slowly moved his arms as the knives were still in them. He then took his left hand and began to take the knives and ripped them from his right arm. Every knife left a gash in his arm and blood flowed from each gash. He switched arms and took the knives out of his left arm. A pile of knives sat next to him. He then untied Italy. They were both finally untied. Germany then took all the knives of his legs. He took out at least 30. Italy slowly put his head on Germany's lap.

"It hurts so much, why did he do this to us? Germany? He hurt you in front of me, he hurt me in front of you."

Germany put his un-stabbed hand on Italy's head.

"I know."

"But now what are we supposed to do?

Germany looked over to his jacket.

"We get out here. Sit up real quick. My jacket's over in the corner, I need to go get it."

"Okay."

Italy slowly sat up and put his back to the wall. Germany then stood up. 'It hurts so much. I know I shouldn't move but I need to get out of here.' He walked to the unlocked cell door and stepped out. Blood dripped from his finger tips and more spilled from the bottoms of his pants as he walked. He made it to the corner and picked up his jacket. He felt around in the pockets for his gun. 'It's here.' He looked at the floor and into the other corner to see his light machine gun. And then he saw Italy's jacket and shirt. He picked up the strap to his gun and then Italy's clothes. He walked back over to the corner that Italy was in, put his back to the wall and slid down. He handed Italy his clothes.

"Here."

"Thanks, so your gun was in your jacket?"

"Yeah and will have a little help with this other gun."

Italy put his shirt and jacket on. Germany put his jacket on as well and sat up. Italy tried. The second he put an ounce of pressure on his cracked ankle, it snapped. He grabbed on to Germany's waist as the loud cracking noise echoed through the cell. Germany grabbed onto the back of Italy's shirt and slowly lifted him up off of him. Italy let out a loud scream. Screams of pain once again filled Germany's ears, but instead of the soldiers crying in pain, it was the only person that he truly cared about.

"Germany!"