Authors Notes

This story was made by two people. Me, Tigergirl7707, and a friend, Tigerpowers. We roleplayed this story together and both deserve credit for it. There was originally an authors notes done by the both of us, but it went on a lot longer than I expected, so I went back and deleted it all. Expect to see a shorter one in the next chapter. At the end of the chapter, there is another note that says who role-played who, except in this one, since I started out role-playing England, but by the time it's over, England was role-played by Powers. Please enjoy.

Tigergirl7707

He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he realized was that his head hurt, a lot. The second thing he noticed was that it was cold. He was on a freezing, metal floor, which just made his headache worse. Dizzy and weary, he struggled up until he was on his knees, and looked around. He noticed quickly that he wasn't the only person in the room. There were two other people there, and he knew them both.

The first person was sitting with his arms around his legs and his head buried in his legs. His red curl was gently flowing up and down in a small draft and the person who just woke up wondered if he might be cold since he was sitting directly in the coldest part of the cell.

The other person was by the farthest wall from both other men. His bombers jacket, glasses, and gloves were on the floor next to him, and his fists were bleeding. He was glaring at the wall angrily, as though it was doing something wrong, and threw his right fist at it hard, leaving a crimson stain on the wall with many others.

"Owwwww!" He pulled his hand back and rubbed it, still glaring at the wall. The man who had just woken up was about to speak when a different man with a scarf and violet eyes walked up to the cell and peered in.

"Good morning England!" Russia said with a cheery voice and smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Russia," England practically growled, standing up. "What have you been doing this time? Where are we?"

"You're in Russia of course!" Russia replied with a laugh. "Where else would I take you?"

"And WHY are we in Russia?" England managed to get out without screaming.

"Because you're my prisoners of course!" He smiled. "Didn't you figure that out already? I'd think you would have!"

This time England took a deep breath before daring to speak, worried he would begin yelling. "I can see that. What I mean is, what is it you want with us?"

His smile faded and he gave England a confused look. "Isn't it obvious?"

England lost it. "OF COURSE IT'S NOT OBVIOUS YOU BLOODY GIT! IF IT WAS SO BLOODY OBVIOUS WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE ASKING YOU?"

He examined England for a moment, who was fuming. "Maybe I overdid it with the drugs. I knew you were stupid, but not THIS stupid."

England couldn't contain himself anymore. With Italy in the corner, watching England with fear in his eyes, and America still slamming his fist against the wall, England slammed into the cell bars, reaching through them to try and grab Russia, who simply stepped away playfully. "GET BACK OVER HERE SO I CAN BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU!"

"Oh England, you're so funny! Since you obviously can't figure out why I've brought you here, I'll tell you. It's quite simple. It's power."

England pulled his arm back in and glared at Russia for a moment, before he heard another loud thud and America howling in pain. He peeled his eyes away from Russia and looked at America, whose fingers had broken and were now bent awkwardly, making England shudder.

Russia tsked at America. "I told you to stop punching the wall." He said, matter-of-factly.

"But the wall keeps hurting me!" America protested, pointing at the wall with his good fingers accusingly.

"What the hell did you do to him?" England asked, looking at America curiously.

"Well," Russia shrugged, "he wouldn't get knocked out by the drugs for some reason, no matter how much I gave him, so I had to hit him on the head to get him down here."

England just stared at Russia for a moment before slowly going to America and sitting him in the corner AWAY from the wall.

"The stupid wall's being mean to me!" America complained.

"I know," England said with a sigh. "I know. Now let me see that hand." And America let England look at his broken fingers, trying his best to fix them.

Russia looked at them for a moment before turning to Italy. "What's the matter Italy? Are you missing someone?" His gaze flitted to the cell behind them where a large, still, body lay with blonde hair slicked back.

" Doitsu!" Italy exclaimed, moving to the bars and reaching out to him. "Doitsu! What happened to him?"

"Well, let's just say that metal crosses conduct electricity VERY well," Russia said, a mischievous smile on his face.

" Doitsu…" Italy sniffed and stayed by the bars, watching Germany for any sign of life. As Italy watched Germany, America collapsed, leaning against England, unconscious.

"A-America?" England exclaimed, trying to shake his brother awake.

"It's about time!" Russia said. "I thought the drugs would never kick in."

"I-Italy….?" A deep, tired voice struggled out from the other cell, and Italy perked up as Germany struggled to lift his head.

"Doitsu! You're awake!" Italy exclaimed with happiness, and smiled.

"It would seem so…" He lifted himself up so he could look at Italy, a large burn mark in the shape of a cross was clearly visible on his neck.

"So you're awake," Russia said, looking at Germany. "It would seem that no one here remembers anything. Am I correct?"

England thought for a moment. "I only remember America coming to my place, asking for something. I'm not really sure what happened next…"

"Ve~ I was at Doitsu's house. We were having pasta!" Italy smiled at the memory.

"I just remember being with Italy at my place, then there was this beer…" He thought deeply.

"Perhaps I should tell you the story then," Russia thought.

"Oh!" Italy exclaimed with glee, "Is it a happy story?" England gave Italy an odd look and Germany shook his head, but Russia just smiled.

"Well it depends on what you mean by 'happy'" Russia said.

"When the bad guy is beat by the good guy and they live happily ever after! " Italy said, smiling, then quickly added, "And no one dies!"

"Then I don't think you'll like this story very much," Russia said, shaking his head.

"What are you talking about? No one he's dead." England said, crossing his arms.

"Well, England," Russia turned his purple eyes from Italy to England. "It's not who IS here, it's who's NOT here."

"Nihon!" Italy exclaimed, earning an evil smile from Russia. Italy began sobbing, and it was obvious that Germany was losing his patience. It wasn't long before he lost it.

"That's it Russia!" Germany forced himself to his feet, only to have his eyes grow wide and suddenly collapse. Russia put his fingers through the bars and felt Germany's pulse, shaking his head at the slow heartbeat.

"Sorry Italy, but he might not be getting up this time," Russia said, and Italy began crying harder.

England would have gotten up to help Italy, but he felt movement on his shoulder and looked over to see America slowly sitting up and looking around, confused. "America!" England exclaimed, happily, but when America turned to him, something wasn't right.

"Who are you?" America said, with no recognition in his eyes of his older brother.

England stared at him for a moment in shock, and then stuttered out. "Y-you're kidding right, America? You know who I am!"

America looked at him, studying him. "Uh," He said, thinking. "Should I?"

"So you don't remember America?" Russia asked, his eyes narrowed as he looked at America. This was NOT supposed to happen.

"America? Do you mean me?" America looked around, confused.

Russia sighed, and was about to say something else when he heard movement from behind him and turned to see a second figure in the cell with Germany moving. A brown headed man with a curl on the right side of his head sat up and rubbed his head.

"Romano!" Italy exclaimed, tears still in his eyes, but a weak smile on his face.

"Wh-what the hell?" Romano said, looking around confused.

"Romano, are you ok?" Italy asked, concern in his eyes.

"Y-yeah…" Romano rubbed his head.

"And how's Doitsu?"

"Doitsu?" Romano repeated. "You don't mean I'm in here with that-" He looked down, "POTATO BASTARD!"

"Romano," Italy was practically begging him, "please, how is he?"

Romano looked at Italy for a moment, then knealt down next to Germany's still figure. He pressed a finger to Germany's neck, then watched his chest carefully, watching his breathing. After a moment he shook his head sadly and turned back to Italy. "He's not doing very good," he admitted, "his breathing and heartbeat are both slow…"

Italy's crying strengthened, and Romano looked at Italy with sadness in his eyes. For once, when he spoke, he was quiet. "Please Russia. Let Italy move into this cell."

Russia thought, then slowly nodded. Quickly opening the cell with Italy, dragging him out, and forcing him into the second cell. Italy immediately collapsed next to Germany and cried with Romano placing a rare gentle hand of comfort on his brother's shoulder.

"Why are we in cells?" America asked, turning Russia's attention back to him. "Did we do something wrong?"

"Well," Russia said, thinking, "no. I simply want power from your countries."

America stared at him, trying to sort thing out. "Our countries? Like ransom? Why would the government pay ransom for regular citizens?"

Russia was clearly getting irritated with America. "Regular citizens? You ARE America! Just like I'm Russia and he's," he pointed to England, "England."

America shook his head. "It's impossible to be a country. We're PEOPLE, not land!"

"You idiot!" Russia was fuming now. "We're not the countries themselves! We REPRESENT them!" Russia had begun koling now.

"What's that noise?" America asked, confused.

"I think it's some sort of death threat," Romano said, who had been told about America's amnesia by Italy.

"Well that's not very nice!" America said. He's acting so young, was what England was thinking.

"OF COURSE IT'S NOT NICE!" Russia screamed.

"Well if you represent Russia, then Russia must not be a very nice place…"

Russia angrily threw open the door and slammed it closed behind him, taking his pipe from under his jacket and pointing it threateningly at America, who jumped up and moved to the back of the cell, pressing his back against the wall. England slowly stood, not moving anywhere, as he carefully watched Russia's movements.

"Why are you pointing that thing at me?" America asked, frightened.

"Even when you have Amnesia, you STILL can't remember to shut up!" Russia said angrily. "If you don't keep quiet, you'll get hurt." His pipe lashed out, unexpectedly connecting with England's side, cracking several ribs and he dropped. "And you're brother."

"Brother?" America asked, looking at England in surprise.

"Yes you idiot! He's your brother!" Russia's violet eyes held fire in them.

America thought for a moment, looking at England, still not remembering him. After a moment, he moved to England and knelt next to him, staying over him protectively. "Then I won't let you hurt him!" He said confidently.

(Somewhere around here is where we switched)

Russia hit him in the side, some ribs cracking, but America refused to move. He hit him again, much harder, and America was forced onto his elbow as many of his ribs broke this time. Russia sniffed and kicked him to the ground next to England and left the cell, heading over to the second one. Sneaking in, he raised the pipe over Germany.

Italy was the one to notice Russia, and in desperation, he stood quickly in the way of the blow, taking it to his head and forced to his knees.

"Why are you defending him?" Russia asked angrily, glaring down at the young country.

Italy hesitated, his eyes closed as pain coursed through him from his head. "B-because," He began, "Because I love him!"

Characters:

Tigergirl7707:

Italy

America

England (sort of)

Tigerpowers:

Russia

Romano

Germany

England (sort of again)