He sat alone in the room he had been graciouslygive by his host. He looked out at the snow storm which had darkened the skies over his new home. He had not been there long but he felt this curtain uneasiness about his violet-eyed host. Something about the way he smiled sent chills down the albino's back. A sense of evil that he had never known before. He was cold, just like his snow filled home.

The albino hugged his knees and thought back, back to the days when he was strong. He smiled. How awesome he had been and now…he gritted his teeth. He thought of that boy he had found so long ago, the blonde haired boy with eyes that shined as bright as the sun filled sky back in his old home. The boy that he called his brother. He remembered how he fought so hard to protect him. His heart began to ache and thus he refused any other memories.

He laid down on his bed filled with a odd sadness that he had never known. His sensitive ears, due to his years of war experiences, could pick up the distant sound of footsteps. Tak! Tak! Tak! With each step that came closer to the door he tightened the grip he held on his bed sheets. Tak! Tak! Tak! His eyes narrowed as he gritted his teeth. He wanted nothing to do with his host! If only he were as strong as he use to be…Tak! Tak! Tak! The heavy footsteps were at his door. An eerie silence filled the halls. He dare not make a sound, not even a single breath he allowed to escape his lips. Tak! Tak! Tak! The footsteps continued on past his door and disappeared down the hall. He breathe a sigh of relief. He closed his ruby red eyes and relaxed. He allowed himself to slip into sleep, something he had not done in the five days he had been at his new home already.

Before his capture by his host, he had heard that the boy he had once trained for his independence had disappeared without a trace. No one knew where the hamburger eating buffoon was. This made him quite uneasy. He had recently made a good friendship with him, a really good friendship. The kind that involves vital regions. He looked at the pattern in the ceiling counting the tiles to help him sleep. It was not unusual for him to do so, being a retired nation and all. He hadn't much to do anymore. No wars to fight, no people to protect. One day he will disappear. He wondered if anyone would miss him if he did. Wondered where that hamburger bastard had run off to.

In his deep thought he hadn't heard the foot steps. He hadn't heard the door unlock. He didn't hear the heavy breathing of his host, until it was too late. He opened his eyes and looked into the violet eyes of his host. He flew back off of the bed to the corner of his room, hitting his head on the wall. He groaned in pain and gripped the wound. Childish laughter filled the room as his host stepped forward. He was the largest nation out there. The one that everyone feared because of his lack of sanity. The albino didn't though. He was too awesome to fear anyone but West when he played with his secret box in his closet.

"My guest is doing well, da?" he stated more then asked. His short grayish white hair dropping from his head. That scarf hanging from his body tempting the albino to strangle its wearer. The albino looked up with his trade mark smirk. "Honestly, this place is far from the worst I have been through. I like it here." He said proudly.

"Good to hear, da?" he stood up and turned to the door. He albino stood up and ran to his host stopping well out of his arm's length. "Have they found him yet?" he asked.

The Russian turned to him. "Who you speak of?" he asked a wide smile on his face.

"You know who I'm talking about Ivan." He growled at him. "Did they find Alfred?"

He smiled and turned back to the door. "They have no trace of him. Arthur is trying hard to run his country and the American's. Due to the financial crisis in his country, everyone thinks he ran, everyone but his brothers that is." He waved to the Prussian. "If I find him, I'll be sure to say hello for you, right after I brake his legs with my lead pipe, da?" he said walking out the door. "Good night, Gilbert." He said through the door as he clicked the lock.

Gilbert couldn't help but think Ivan was behind it all. America was weakened by the financial trouble he was in, only recently did everyone fine out he went to Yao for help. During the time between then he just vanished. His brothers France, England, and Canada are trying to find him while stabilizing his country as best as they can. They are working hard to protect it, hoping that America would come back to take care of his people.

Gilbert laid on his bed. Russia had to be behind it all. He just had to be the one who had taken him and if this was true, Alfred had to be in the house somewhere. He sighed and covered his body. What was he going to do? How will he get out and help Alfred as well? He slammed his fist on the bed. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was Yao who had taken America or his debt. He shook his head. Yao was not stupid. He would not risk war with the European nations over America's finances. He closed his eyes. It had to be Ivan. The awesome him was never wrong.

Meanwhile

Ivan walked down the hall singing a cheerful tone about sunflowers. A ring of keys twirling around his finger. He turns down the corridor and walked up to the large painting of himself. Without a thought he moves it out of the way and closes it behind him. Singing as he walks down the dark damp stairs. "IfIcouldbeaflowerwhatflowerwouldIbe?IfIcouldbeaflowerthesunflowerisme." He looked at the large cell that had little light coming through. A mattress laid to the side and a chair in the center of the room. A small dirty bathroom lay off to the side. The food was untouched by the shivering body in the corner. He opened the cell door and the body lifted its head.

Ivan stared into the bright beautifully pure blue eyes of his captive. His glasses sliding off his face. His short blonde hair messy from lack of treatment but his favorite curl still there. Ivan smiled at the sight. "Let's look at your leg, da?" he said as he moved toward the other nation.

In only a moment the smaller nation was able to use the Russian's weight against him slamming his head into the wall. The blonde stood up hobbling to the cell door which had carelessly been open. "You think you can escape, da? Shall I brake your other leg?" he asked standing up and pulling a large leaded sink pipe from his overly heavy coat. The other nation paid no mind to him as he continued to hobble toward what had always fought for, freedom. Ivan gripped the back of the blonde's throat and threw him back on the mattress. He gripped his left leg as Ivan slowly walked up to him. using his giant hand, he pushed the poor nation's head in the mattress and lifted his pant leg examining the black and blue colored skin. "This looks bad, da? It must really hurt, da?" he asked roughly touching it. He could hear the muffled sounds the American made in the mattress as he twisted his leg inspecting it. "Still broken Alfred, da?"

Alfred lifted his other leg and kicked him in the upper thigh missing his true target. "Fuck you commie bastard!" he yelled trying to stand but felt the massive hand on his head once more pushing him into the mattress. He heard a loud SMACK noise followed closely by a CRACK. Pain shot through his other leg and he groaned in pain. Gritting his teeth in anger.

"I told you I would brake your other leg if you tried to escape again, da? You really are a fool." He said as he swung the pipe toward Alfred's head. The American didn't flinch as the Russian stopped just a few centimeters from his face. The blue eyes of his captive burning into him. "Perhaps you are fool, da?" he said as he headed toward the door. "Maybe next time we play longer, da?" he asked childishly walking way singing his damn sunflower song. "IfIcouldbeaflowerwhatflowerwouldIbe?IfIcouldbeaflowerthesunflowerisme."

The American looked around. With both legs broken there was little chance for escape. He sighed as she went to his mattress. He moved it aside and looked at the wooden frame. There was a make shift splint out of the wood from the box spring. The cloth from his sheets were used as the ties to keep them together. He sighed and knew he would never be able to make a complete second splint. Yet he set to work willing to do what he had to get out. His people were suffering and he knew that. He could feel it as his body weakened from lack of support. His children dividing against one another. They needed him. They needed their hero! That alone is what drove him on.

Alfred took a piece of the cloth left over from the second splint and put it in his mouth. He bit down hard as he forced his leg back into place. A pain filled tear at the corner of his eyes. It hurt like hell now. He didn't even want to touch it but he knew once he finished he would be able to rest and let it heal. He groaned with pain as he adjusted his legs. It was a painful task but once done he was able to relax and let the pain even out. He leaned his head back and looked out at the raging snow storm. It had been two weeks since Ivan had come. Two weeks since he last saw his darling children. Two weeks since his last hamburger. He chuckled lightly. How he wished for one with a side of fries and a milkshake. He heard his brothers were fighting hard to keep order in his homeland. He needed to get out and soon.

Russia turned down the corner and walked past Latvia who stepped to the side allowing him to walk past undisturbed. His cringing and shivering drew unwanted attention to himself. Ivan placed his hand on his head pushing down on him. "What's matter Latvia?" Russia asked childishly.

"W-Well Mr. Russia sir, Estonia, Lithuania and I were-were wondering if keeping both Mr. Prussia and Mr. America here was-was a good idea." He said cringing even more in fear of what he would do. Russia simply smiled.

"Latvia is very brave, da?" he said pressing harder on his head. "I will see you later tonight, da?" he said as he released him.

Little Latvia nodded slightly knowing what would happen next. Russia would expect him in his room before nine that night. He was afraid because last time Russia had accidentally twisted his arm too far and popped it out the socket in addition to breaking it. He gripped his arm and shook.

"That is, unless you clean up Mr. America and have him there in your place." He smiled childishly as he walked toward the kitchen where Lithuania was cooking dinner with Estonia.

Latvia looked down at his feet. What was he to do? Even if he were to trade places with Mr. America, there was no way he could carry him up the stairs. Even so, what would Mr. America do to him if he found out? He really didn't want to see Mr. Russia that night. He really really didn't want replace himself with Mr. America. He was at a loss. He decided he would talk to the others as Mr. Russia ate his dinner, assuming he didn't ask one of them to join him.

He sat in the room waiting for Estonia and Lithuania to finish setting the table out and the food. When they returned they turned to him. "What's wrong Latvia?" Estonia asked him fixing his glasses. He quickly but quietly explained what Russia had proposed. Estonia hit him in the back of the head. "You fool why would you tell him that?" he scolded quietly.

"Estonia please…" Lithuania said trying to calm them. "Latvia, why would you do that? You're lucky he didn't break your legs!"

Latvia lowered his head. "I-I just wanted to help them…" he said.

Lithuania sighed. "I have to give him food soon so we will talk to him. Alfred is may seem stupid at times but he is really a great guy once you get to know him." the others nodded in agreement. Perhaps the young nation could help them with this dilemma and come up with a solution they have not thought of themselves.