America paused, as the sounds of England's laughter and Frances cheerful voice poured out, along with the sliver of light, into the dark hall. His hand, only inches from the door handle, fell down limply as his smile faded. Just as quietly as he had come, he turned and walked back down the hallway, not paying any attention to his surroundings. It was here that he made his fatal mistake.

The shadows shifted, and in a move to fast to allow America any time to cry out, something swung towards his head…

America groaned as the darkness started to fade and the throbbing on the side of his head came to the front of his mind. Trying to think back past the pain, he remembered the horrible things he had said earlier that day in his fight with England, England's expression as each one struck home, his feeling of guilt later on, going to find England to give him a present and apologize, finding England with France, something jumping out at him from the shadows…

The last thought struck home, slamming full awareness back into his body, making the pain in his head worse as he opened his eyes to bright white lights. After his eyes adjusted to the light, America attempted to sit up to move at all, and found he couldn't. He was bound to the table, his ankles, wrists, and forehead tightly tied down to where he couldn't even move an inch.

It was just as America started to freak out, that a soft menacing chuckle echoed through the room. Every single one of his muscles locked and froze, causing a slow aching pain to start spreading over his body. Into his line of vision the person emerged, causing horrible shudders to rack America's body.

"Vell, vell, vell. Look who ve have here" the person crooned in a sickly innocent voice. In another lightning fast move, America found himself shirtless, his chest and stomach muscles flexed in his fear. "Vat a pretty body…I can't wait to ruin it", the last two words were hissed softly in America's ear, followed by a rough tongue up the shell of the same ear. As the person started to stand back up, America spit in his face, "You Monster! I'll never give you what you want!" but the person only chuckled that same soft menacing chuckle…It caused goose bumps to rise over America's skin, "Don't ve silly, I'm going to make you mine."

"You-"before he could even continue his sentence, a large gash was open across his abdomen, "AAAAAAAAAGH" America's voice rose up in pitch as a hot iron was placed over the same spot, sealing up the wound. Clenching his teeth tight, his spine bowed from the pain of such a simple act, but there was much more to come as he noticed the fire like glow in the corner of his eye, no, the torture had just begun. With another startled cry, America hissed at the person, as blood ran down his forearms and as the wounds, were again, hot ironed shut.

It was after many of these cuts, being opened, and closed again, that America's vision began to blur from the pain. It seared all over his body, like he was pushed into lava, only to be hauled out and set on fire, it was on repeat, happening all over again. Finally the cutting and sealing ended, but in a way, everything had just begun.

Eyes tightly shut, America carefully unclenched his jaw letting out a huge lungful of air slowly as it seemed the torture had ended…as he carefully opened his eyes, the monsters face loomed over his with a sadistic smile in place. "Your screams stopped, I should try harder da?" the crazy psychopath asked in a still sickly cheerful and innocent tone, America stayed defiantly quiet…that is, until the second phase of torture started.

Hot irons rammed into his flash leaving singed skin everywhere they touched, soon America's body felt like it was in the middle of the sun, his screams tore out of his mouth and kept growing in pitch till he lost his voice. A large iron had been left on his neck, to form a type of scar like collar, the monsters sadistic laugh rang throughout the room as he watched every single tear escape down his victim's cheeks.

Bright dots colored America's vision right before the pain was too much for him, and he blacked out.

The End of Chapter One.