(A/N) Okay, so I'm here with another Hetalia fanfiction. I started writing this story months ago, I have the other three chapters already written up, they just need editing, and A LOT of editing as I'm unhappy with them. This chapter went through a load of editing as well, and it took me 3 months to get round to editing this. I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it. So, as usual no flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good, and what was bad.

DISCLAIMER - I do not own Hetalia, or its characters; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

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Chapter 1: Where are we?

Screams was all he could hear, blood was all he could smell and see. It wasn't very pleasant.

All he could remember was being in a world meeting and as usual, France and England were arguing and unleashing chaos. He wasn't apart of it, of course, he fell asleep during the havoc. Then, he woke up in this place.

Italy was confused. He didn't know where he was, or how he got there. He hoped that there was a way out, so he could escape, so he could go home.

Suddenly, slamming of doors were heard, accompanied by shouting and screaming. Those screams sounded very familiar.

"America!" Italy whispered to himself, as he tried to hold back tears and a sob.

"What do you want from us?!" The American yelled, louder than usual.

"Shut it!" replied the man, with a deep, gruff voice, as a thump was heard, as if something had hit the floor. "You stupid Amer-" then a gunshot rang out.

Italy's heart sank. A fellow nation had died. He couldn't compose himself any longer.

"AMERICA!" the Italian screamed, banging violently on the door, as tears ran down his cheeks. He couldn't take it.

"Italy?" a voice asked, as footsteps were heard getting closer to the door.

"America?" Italy guessed, and he hoped it was.

"Yeah, it's me," America replied, sounding really exhausted.

"How?!" asked Italy, raising his voice. "I heard you get shot!" he started crying hysterically.

"Dude, calm down!" America hissed, just loud enough for Italy to hear him. "It wasn't me who got shot, it was the dude who was trying to put me back in my cell," he explained. Though, he'd have to admit, saying that made him feel like some sort of monster.

"America, I'm scared," the Italian whimpered. "Do you know where we are? This place is really scary."

"I'm afraid not," America replied, with a slight shake of his head. "But, I'll have to agree with you, this place doesn't look friendly."

He observed his surroundings. The hallway he was standing in was dark, gloomy and smelt damp, with the sickening stench of blood beginning to mix in. On the ground, next to him was the man who had tried to put him back in confinement. He was nothing special, just a muscular man, wearing military gear, his head lying in a puddle of blood.

From the other side of the door, he could hear Italy crying. This made the blonde feel some sort of guilt, despite him not being responsible for the Italian's sadness. Maybe, it was because he wasn't taking action, as a hero should do in a situation, such as this one.

He reached for the rusted door handle, dragged it down and pushed the door in an effort to open it.

It wouldn't budge.

"America... what are you doing?" The nation on the other side of the door asked, his crying subsiding.

"I was trying to open the door and get you outta there," America told him. "But, I guess the door is locked."

"Oh, no!"

"Don't worry, dude," America reassured, "Just hang in there and I'll find the key. Then, we can find a way out of this dump."

"Thank you, America."

America sighed and turned to his left, then to his right, thinking of where he could start his key hunt. On the left side was a rusted, pale blue door, and on the right, was a pristine, wooden door with a round, golden handle.

The blonde opted to go for the door on the right, and without a second thought, darted towards the door. Maybe, he could find something useful in there like a bat with nails sticking out, a rifle, or maybe a chainsaw. However, he was hoping that they'd be a key to the Italian's cell even more.

Reaching the door, he felt a sensation of dread. As he was closer to the door, he could now see that the door had a small, rectangular, golden plate securely screwed in, with 'Office' engraved into it.

That wasn't what unnerved the American.

The "Office" could be where the bad guy, the evil villain resides; the cause of all this. America thought of some possible scenarios: 'What if this guy is expecting me? What will he do? Send me back to that dark, tiny room? Maybe, he'll kill me, with a rocket launcher, or with lasers from his eyes. Man, that would be soo cool! Wait... it's that dudes fault that we're even here...'

Slowly, he grabbed the handle and turned it, prepared to take him head on. Though, when he entered, there was nobody in sight. The blonde didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed

The office looked surprisingly kempt, and wasn't too big or small. The walls were pale green, with a few framed paintings of flower vases scattered around the walls. The carpet was bottle green; spotless, not even a single crumb on it. A brown, oak desk was in the centre of the room, and resting on it, was a black, old fashioned telephone, a lit lamp and three A4 sheets of paper. Oddly, the room was lacking windows, so the only source of light was the lamp on the desk.

Curious, America stepped inside the room towards the desk. Examining the sheets of paper first, he saw that on them were the dates of every world meeting the nations had in the past 6 months, including the one they had that day.

'Were we being watched for 6 months? Creepy.'

Disturbed, America looked away from the sheets of paper, and opened the top desk drawer. Conveniently, the drawer had a handgun with three packs of 10 bullets. America didn't hesitate to pick them up. Opening the bottom drawer, he saw three photographs. Picking them up, he saw that the first one was of Italy sleeping during a world meeting. It wasn't strange to see the Italian asleep during a world meeting, in fact, it was normal for him; but what was strange was that this creep took a photo of it. Confused, he looked at the second one, which was a photo of himself eating a McDonalds. America cringed at the thought of that creep watching him eat, not only was it creepy, but also embarrassing; in the photo, he was devouring it like he hadn't eaten in days, which is how he always ate his favourite meal. Unnerved, he looked at the last one, which was of him and Italy talking as they entered the world meeting place. He remembered that event all too well, as it had happened that day.

"What kind of messed up shit is this?" America asked himself, in a low whisper.

He decided to place the photos in his pocket, so he could show the police if he ever got out of there.

Glancing around the left side of the room, he found something of interest. A key rack with one key on it. 'Bingo!' He thought, as he ran towards it and snatched them.

'I hope it's the right key.'

Without thinking, he sprinted back to the Italian's cell. Taking a deep breath, he inserted the key into the lock, and turned it.

Click!

"Italy?" America whispered, as he opened the door without haste. He had to wrinkle his nose at the strong scent of blood, soo strong that he could taste the metallic substance.

'No...'

Before, he started to think of the worst case scenario, he saw the auburn haired male, rush out to hug him and start to cry on his shoulder. He wasn't hurt, just badly shaken.

"Grazie," he managed to say between sobs, hugging the American tighter.

"You're welcome," the blonde replied, returning the hug.

As he was trying to comfort the smaller man, the American's mind wandered on how the two would achieve their next objective; to find a way out. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it's worth a shot.

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So, that was the first chapter. As you can tell, a lot of time and effort went into writing this, so I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. And to clarify, this isn't an AmeIta story (though I do ship it ^_^ don't hate me) I don't know when the second chapter will be up, hopefully soon, it depends on how quick I get chapter 2 edited. Anyway, improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!