England's POV
The sun was setting, turning the sky blood red and causing the dead bare trees to cast long moving shadows. I had been blindfolded until recently so I had no idea as to where this creepy wood was situated. The albino in front of me was moving at a quick pace and so I found myself falling quite often as the chains attached to my hands forced me to try and keep up with him. My heart was racing in fear for the first time in centuries, fear of what was planned for me. "PPP-Prussia ww- where are you ttt-taking me?" I questioned, speaking for the first time since I was captured and cursing myself for the weakness evident in my voice. As a response he jerked on the chain sending me to the ground for the umpteenth time, saying "Hurry up we are almost there." The thing that worried me the most was the unusual seriousness in his eyes, all signs of arrogance and tomfoolery gone. And for the first time since I meet him he hasn't said the word awesome every five minutes (a miracle in any other situation). His voice sent waves of shivers up and down my body, the vibrations always more powerful in my groin, the same voice I heard before the darkness set in. To be honest I was still confused on how I ended up in this situation….