Summery: The bitter war has lasted for 10 years, and in those 10 years Alfred wonders how his old friend, Yao, is doing. The last thing on everyone's mind is love…..or so it seems. When the new Allies capture an important prisoner things take a turn for the worst. Alfred knows this prisoner well and has a deep connection with him. But it is his job to torture him and make his life hell. But can America really do that to his friend? Or should I say, more so of a friend.

Pairings: main pairing Amechu, side pairings consist of FrUk, Giripan, Gerita, and others to come (you have been warned)

Warnings: Character pain and slight gore, other than that you know what you're here for

Rated-T, rating may go up in later chapters

A/N: I thought this up a few years ago when I first started supporting Amechu. Be warned I think my first version is dorky so I took that and revised it so bear with me. Enjoy! Oh! Before I go here are the teams.

New Allies- America, England, France, Japan, Germany, Italy, Romano, Greece, (Canada)

New Axis- Russia, China, N. + S. Korea, Turkey

Now let's hop to it!

Alfred yawned rather loudly. This stupid meeting was getting no where. France was sexually harassing England who was swearing like a sailor, Greece and Japan were making small talk (but looked like they were ready to make out), Canada was smiling like an idiot in the corner, and Germany was about to blow his top. He leaned over to Italy (who was surprisingly calm).

"So what are they fighting about? I'm not paying attention."

Italy just shrugged and giggled a little. Alfred let the two argue for about 2 more minutes before he looked at Germany. They both nodded and walked over to break up the duo. They both grabbed the 2 nations by the back of their shirts and dragged to separate chairs and tied them down. Once Germany got France secure he sighed.

"Now England, you said you had important news?"

England looked up confused at first, but realized what he saying before the "frog" tried to grab his ass.

"I got a message from a platoon; we should be expecting a very important prisoner tomorrow."

At this all the countries leaned forward. Italy couldn't help but ask who it was. England looked over at Alfred and hesitated. What was with that? But he said it would be surprise, not trying sound enthusiastic at all.

"Where would they be held?" Alfred asked.

They all looked at him like the answer was obvious, and it was. Brilliant, just brilliant! Why did he always have to get the crazies?

"They will be held in that new prison you built, the strong hold."

Alfred let out a long sigh. He knew why they preferred him to hold prisoners. His economy was flourishing and if a prisoner escaped they would stick out like a sore thumb, plus American cops can be observant and frankly frightening (next to Germans of course). He agreed to take who ever it was and make sure they stay there until something else happens. An hour later they were all dismissed and went to their hotels whilst America went home to the White House. He supposed he would have to see who this prisoner was so he would go to the strong hold in the morning. Other than that he thought of China. He hadn't heard from his old friend since the war started, which was over 10 years ago! He still remembered the night he last saw him….

~flashback~

"Alfred aru are you even listening?"

America blinked. He was on the roof on his California home looking at the stars. Next to him was China in some sort of silk robe. They had just gone swimming a little while ago and Alfred was in his American flag trunks and had a white T-shirt on. He smiled at his friend.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming. What were you sayin'?"

"Why do we have to listen to country music aru?"

The radio he had on the roof was on a popular country channel. He like country, it was his music after all!

"Don't know, just lightens the mode."

China rolled his eyes. While he could par say "put up" with country music he preferred the music from his younger days. Then again there was that girl named China who was pretty good. The song turned to something by Rascal Flatts. It had a slow melody with a line like "We were sittin' up there on your mama's roof….."

"Oh, what's this song aru?"

Alfred looked at the radio.

"I think it's called 'Are you gonna kiss me or not' by Rascal Flatts."

"Oh….." China slightly blushed, which at the time was confusing to Alfred. He guessed it might be because it's a love song. He smiled and scooted closer to China, which made the smaller man blush more.

"Dude, you're so red you'll match your flag soon."

China slightly hit America, but Alfred just shrugged it off. There was a silence for some time until China commented on how beautiful the stars were. They didn't speak much that night; there really wasn't any need to. But it was one of the best nights they've had in a while.

~flashback end~

He laughed at the memory. It seemed so long ago but compared to his life time it was only yesterday, or so it felt that way. He hasn't heard from China in a very long time. Sometimes it worried him. Strange…how long has he felt this way? He doesn't recall. That night he dreams of the good times he had with his friend. Too bad the next day they would be almost shattered.

He was in the boarding area of the strong hold. This prisoner, whoever it was, would be arriving soon. He wondered who it was. Judging by the security it was someone important, that aside from the fact he was just standing there. It might be an important general or maybe even a country. Could it be Russia? Only if they were lucky. If it was Russia he would hang it over his head forever! All of the sudden the door opened and he saw a bunch of beefy guys in uniforms escorting someone. The person was in the middle of them so it was hard to see. Alfred was able to shift his body so he could catch a glimpse of the prisoner, and what he saw horrified him. He saw long deep brown hair that was framed by a slim back. The petite man was wearing a long red robe and they were bare foot. It was China. Alfred froze in place until they were out of sight. His vision began to turn white so he ran to the nearest office and fell to his knees. China, his good friend, was now his prisoner. Was China part of the Axis? He didn't know. England surely never told him anything about it. What about the news? No, it was mostly about damn stocks and Russia these days. He felt like crying, but he didn't. He could never show weakness. Instead he waited for an hour to pass and left the office. Now where were they holding Yao? He saw a girl in a uniform and asked her where the newer prisoner was being held. She said it was block room -2. Oh God! Why there? He thanked the girl and headed for the elevator. When the doors open it seemed to have dropped a few degrees, which it has. There was only one cell, and it was right in front of him. It was covered by a thick metal door that said "Block Room -2". Block Room -2 was a holding cell two floors below the basement. They only put their most dangerous prisoners in here. He took a deep breath and opened the door. The sight he saw in front of him was heart breaking. China was curled up the dirt floor shivering. It looked as if they had dragged him out of bed. His long ponytail had streaks of mud and was long and loose. The robe he was wearing looked thin and silky, like the robes he would wear around the house. His were almost covered in black and his face and arms were streaked with mud and various bruises and cuts. His eyes looked empty and hopeless, almost as if they had lost their glow. Yao looked up at him with sad eyes for a brief second, and then jerked his to the side. Alfred walked over and knelt down,

"Oh my God China…" he reached out touch him, but his hand was slapped away. This action shocked Alfred. Yao looked up at him again with sad but almost angry eyes.

"Don't give me your pity….I don't believe it's true."

What?

"What do you mean? China what's wrong?"

At this China seemed to be angered.

"LOOK AT ME! SHOULDN'T IT BE OBVIOUS! MY LAND IS BEING INVADED AND MY PEOPLE ARE STARVEING!" tears began to streak the dust on his face, "10 years! We haven't talked in 10 years! While your economy flourished my land was slowly rotting away! But what did you do? NOTHING! You didn't do a damn thing! You didn't care!"

Alfred was hurt by this. Years ago he had taken it upon himself to take care of the world before himself. Has he really been that selfish lately? Sure he was concerned for his friend but he assumed he was fine. Oh wait….he assumed. Assumptions were almost never right. How could he be so stupid! He flung his arms around the smaller man holding him close.

"I'm so sorry….in the last few years I've been selfish and stupid, only thinking of myself. Maybe if I knew…you became one of the Axis?"

China nodded in his shoulder. "I had to aru, if I didn't I risked invasion. But then again…." He chuckled slightly, "Then again if I joined the Allies you would have no problem holding off Russia."

Alfred smiled slightly, good thing Yao's sense of humor was still in check. He could feel Yao shivering in his arms so he took off his jacket and placed it on Yao's shoulders.

"Cold much?"

China blushed, but accepted the jacket.

"Aren't you going to get in trouble aru?"

Alfred shrugged. "Who cares? Besides, what's England gonna do? Scold me about loosing my stuff? Nothing really new."

He looked down at Yao with a serious expression.

"Besides it's freezing down here. I promise I'll get you some blankets and food. I'll try to get you outa here and help you. Do you think you could hold out that long for me?"

Yao nodded and fell asleep in Alfred's arms, he was exhausted. Carefully America placed the petite nation on the ground. He noticed that he was still shivering but it seemed to be at a minimum. He stood and turned, but before he lost the courage he knelt back down and kissed China at the fore head and left hurryingly. If he looked behind him he would have seen that China was more at peace and was slightly smiling from the warmth the kiss gave off. It

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*Sigh* WHEW! That was fun! I hope you liked it too! This is actually turning out a lot better than I thought it would! I tend to be impatient with my hook ups in my fics but by God I will take this slow(er)! It was intended to be taken slow but I won't take it TOO slow! If you're as impatient as I am for the next chapter I plan on having England and America talk about some….. .things...and Japan becomes suspicious and tells Greece. I do plan on having some brother love in this so be warned if you're not into that mushy family stuff.