Russia's Point of View
It was nothing but revenge. Revenge for the Cold War, revenge for even existing. The plan was quite simple actually, capture America, use the little surprise he had in store for him, and use America to make all become one with Mother Russia. Easy. Excitement was already boiling inside of Russia. This was his chance to teach that pig a lesson, to completely destroy him. If he said it was nothing personal then he would be lying. But, even lying had its perks sometimes.
The time was around mid-night when he landed in his private jet. The warm, summer air hit Russia as he made his way out, how he longed for this daily. To feel sunlight instead of the cold Russian air. Russia shook his head of thought, he had a mission. No other thoughts. Walking down a busy New-York street Russia looked for his target. A small apartment with glass windows almost covering it entirely and a sign that said "Post Toscana". He soon found it.
Making heavy thumping sounds in his military boots, Russia walked across the hall and into the elevator located near the back. Once he was inside he spotted a old man (about in his late 60s) crouched up agents the corner, in fear of the large Russian. The music in the elevator was making this seem very weird as it was playing an old retro tune. Finally it stopped at Russia's floor and he excited the elevator quickly, making the old man sigh in relief.
He was now locating America's apartment #. It was actually very easy. There were like only five rooms on the floor. He put his ear to the door, silent. Pulling out a pin from his coat pocket Russia picked the lock and when he was done, opened the door to the apartment very quietly. The room was pitch black. Russia sighed, thank goodness, now he did not have to deal with an attacking American. Creeping into the nearest bedroom Russia looked in. Inside was a sleeping America, the covers were over him but were wrapped slightly around his legs. Russia cocked his head to the side. He was quite cute when he slept...NO NO! Russia could not be thinking this, America was the enemy.
Russia tipped-towed over to the side of the bed. He quickly pulled out another thing from his coat. A needle containing a liquid sedative. Even though America was asleep he could still wake up at any time. This was to knock him out completely, extra precautions were helpful at times. Placing his hand on the bed, Russia raised the one holding the needle and struck it into America's neck. The moment that happened America's eyes skyrocketed open. Russia now place the hand on the bed to the struggling America. But, it was no use. When the needle was empty, the American's struggling became less and less until there was absolute stillness. He smiled creepily, now the fun could begin. Picking him up bridle style Russia carried America out the door and down the hall. Everyone was already ether asleep or ignoring them.
Soon, making his way back to his private jet (without being detected miraculously) Russia placed America into one of the seats and strapped him in. He then signaled the pilot to step on it and they were off into the night sky. Russia now sat in one of the seats next to the unconscious American. This would be for the better, America would see and the rest would to soon.
Normal Point of view
Knock-knock-knock!
"America, America let me come in~aru~!"
BAM! The door was slammed open as a frustrated China entered. He looked around hastily.
"America I have to inform you of something bad~aru!" No answer from the bouncy American could be heard, but China could detect crying coming from America's room. China walked in and was shocked. On the floor next to the bed was a sobbing England. His eyes were red and puffy and he was holding a cracked empty needle. England looked up.
"Someone...someone took him."
Authors Notes:
I was bored and I decided to write this. Its a multi chapter thing.
This is also from the ideas things on my storys. Its like a mixture of some:)
