Chapter Two: Our First Day of Captivity

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Gore, Death

England's POV

Time doesn't pass normally when you're dead. Everything seems to come to a halt as you float in the emptiness. You can't feel time pass, you just float. I could've been dead for five months or five minutes and I'd be unable to know for certain until I'm healed enough to awaken.

Well, I'm having cohesive thoughts right now which is a good sign. This usually happens only once I've almost finished healing. I can never recall what happens before this point. It's almost like I'm in a boring dream. Soon, this will just be a memory like all of my other deaths.

I wonder what the stranger is going to do with us. If we're lucky, we'll just be held for ransom until our bosses pay him. Considering his violent nature, we'll probably be tortured until our bosses comply, which is unfortunate. I'd rather not feel any pain, but it is an inevitable part of being a nation.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a wave of pain hits me. Slowly, I open my eyes and try to look around, but I can't see anything for some reason. I know I'm alive now, but why can't I see?

Suddenly, a television screen turns on, illuminating the room I'm in. The room is bare except for the camera in the left corner and the TV. The man who kidnapped us began to show himself on the screen.

"I see that you've all finally awoken," he states.. "All of you are in separate rooms, each one having a camera and television. You all will be a part of my experiments on nations. This building was a hospital, but I cleaned it up for you guys. Don't you feel special?"

"Now, you have just completed your first experiment unknowingly. It was to see how damaged a nation's body can remain before they awake. England and Germany were our variables since I didn't swing them with a bat like I did with the rest of you. Everyone that was hit with the bat was part of the control group. Isn't science fun?" It bothers me that he is using us as test subjects. At least this experiment wasn't that bad, for the control group. They're all probably fully recovered but I'm in pain.

"This is how things will be for my test subjects: You must try to work to your full potential during each experiment. After it is done, I will check your vitals immediately afterwards if you are still alive. If you die during an experiment, I'll just throw you back into your room. None of you will have any interaction with each other directly. During most experiments, only one nation will be tested at a time. The rest of you will watch on your televisions. That's all I have to say for now on that matter."

"Lastly, I need to check everyone's vitals right now so be prepared for me to enter the room. Afterwards, I have a pretty simple experiment ahead. Goodbye for now!" He finished speaking and the screen turned off. I feel like a rat in this stranger's lab.

The door to my room opened and the man stepped in. He quickly shut it so that I couldn't run out of the room. He had some machinery with him which would probably be used to check vitals like he said he would.

"Now, I'm only going to check your vitals. I'm not going to hurt you."

I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but my voice was gone.

"Oh, you must be thirsty. After all, you were dead for a few weeks," he says nonchalantly. "You'll be given water soon after I check everyone's vitals."

I want to demand water now, but I can only give him a dirty look.

"Don't give me that look. You never given me something when I wanted it so I think it's only fair that I do the same to you," he said. Do I know this man?

"Let me just check your stupid vitals."

After he finally finished checking everyone's vitals, he came back on the TV.

"Now that all of you have been checked, it's time for our first real experiment. The other one doesn't really count because you guys didn't even know what was going on." I wish I could yell at him, but he never returned to my room with water. Even if I did argue, I'd sound crazy.

"This one will be very fun! Well, it'll be fun for me. I'll be testing a nation's endurance." He walked off of the screen and returned with a massive wheel that had all of our country names on it. "Let's spin the wheel and see who gets to be our test subject!" He gave the wheel a big spin that made all the colors on the wheel blend in a circle. Eventually, it started to slow down. As it slowed, it seemed like it would land on my name. Surprisingly, the wheel managed to turn over my name and land on Italy's name.

"We have a winner! It's time to claim your prize, which is an experiment! I'll come over to your room to escort you!" The screen went black for a moment until it flashed on again, showing Italy's room. Italy was curled up in the corner frightened. His hospital gown barely covered him compared to my large baggy one. It's a good thing we have boxers under these.

"No need to be afraid, Italy. It's only a little experiment," the fearful Italian softly said to himself. Italy stood up and wiped away the tears that were on his face. As he was wiping his face, the man holding us captive walked behind him and tied Italy's hands together.

"Why did you do that?" Italy asked.

"It's just so that you don't try to run," he answered. The two of them exited the room and the television turned off once again. The TV flashing on and off is giving me a migraine and my dehydration isn't helping. This system of operation seems to be set up to get on my nerves.

The TV flashed yet again to Italy and the hooded stranger. Italy was laying on an operation table with his hospital gown off while the man was standing and holding a syringe filled with an unknown substance. He injected it into Italy's arm and Italy went limp, but he's definitely not dead. Italy is now a sobbing mess, but I'm not surprised. He's a coward that's being forced to face something strange and frightening.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me! I'm a virgin! You wouldn't want to kill a virgin would you?! I'm just a weak little country that can't defend himself! You wouldn't kill someone who's defenseless would you? I won't bother you at all, I just don't want to die!" Italy begged. He was speaking a hundred words a minute so I almost didn't catch what he said.

"I don't accept begging in my building," he coldly stated, devoid of all emotion. "Because of your pathetic pleas, I kind of think you actually deserve this."

"I'm so sorry! I'll stop complaining if you let me go," Italy cried. In a cruel response, the stranger slapped him hard.

"I demand you stop this instant. Your whining is only getting on my nerves, so you should stop unless you want me to lash out on you," the man said. Italy whimpered, but didn't look like he planned to talk anytime soon.

"Now that you're done complaining, I'm ready to start the experiment. This experiment will be testing a nation's endurance to pain." At those words, all hell seemed to break loose. I could hear Germany yelling from another room angrily. A few other nations also started yelling and the yells eventually became incoherent. If I had the energy and was given the damn water I was promised, I'd probably yell along with them. Then again, it'd probably be a waste of energy anyways since I'm sure that the man couldn't care less about our feelings.

"I'll make my boss give you whatever money you want! Just let me go!" Italy pleaded.

"It's time for the experiment to begin," the man stated. He grabbed a scalpel with his gloved hand and began his procedure by slowly dragging the scalpel down Italy's chest which caused him to scream in pain. Blood slowly trickled out of the newly inflicted wound. More screams were elicited when the man put both of his hands into the wound and pulled the skin apart. The man retrieved some tools to keep the skin apart and used them. Tears started to stream down the nation's pain filled face and he let out some whimpers before screeching when the man reached into Italy and squeezed his heart like a toy. My heart hurt seeing this painful display on my screen.

"Ah, such a nice feeling!" the man said joyfully. He squeezed it once more causing Italy to cry out in agony.

"Please! Stop hurting me!" Italy begged. Instead of giving the nation a break, the stranger pulled on the tender heart while squeezing it. "If you don't stop, I'll die forever! Please don't kill me!" he continued to beg in hopes of mercy.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you yet. The fun has only just begun." The man laughed as if he was enjoying himself. "Now, I wonder how you'll react to this." The stranger proceeded to pull out a hammer and strike Italy's delicate organs. Italy shrieked at the painful sensation. Over and over again, Italy was hit by the hammer. Agonized screams echoed throughout the facility endlessly. It seemed like the torture would last forever with all the pain being inflicted.

The man laughed evilly at Italy's screams. There was no mercy in this hellish hospital. If this is just the first experiment, I'm afraid of what is to come later.

Italy's innards looked like a disgusting battered mess when the man finally stopped. Italy himself looked tired and hurt. That look was so foreign to see on the usually bubbly nation's face. The battered and beat nation was painful to look at, but my eyes can't leave the screen.

The man turned around for a moment to grab something different. Once he returned to Italy, I could see that the thing he grabbed was a cleaver.

"I know what would be even more fun," the man said. His voice sounded sadistic.

"Please no!" Italy cried. Instead of listening, the man gripped the cleaver tightly and swung it down on Italy's ankle. Italy screamed in agony and more tears trickled down the country's face. Blood spewed out of the new injury and the man continued. He struck once more at Italy, severing the leg. Italy screeched so loud that it echoed throughout the hospital.

Crimson blood flowed out of the weakened country from the wounds that were inflicted on him. The sadistic man turned around to get another device for the torture session, but was interrupted by a weak plead that was barely audible.

"Kill me," Italy murmured. "Kill me, please," he reiterated. The man turned around to look at the bleeding country.

"I still haven't finished the experiment though. I need to know how much pain a nation can bear."

"This is all I can take," Italy barely managed to say. His voice was hoarse and weak and his face was one shrouded with agony and desperation. "Kill me."

It was terrible to hear Italy utter those words. He's usually so joyful so it's hard to believe that he's truly saying that. Despite how unreal it feels, this is real life and this is happening right now.

"If you truly can't take anymore, just die," the man bitterly said. "What do you want me to do about your problem?"

"Drown me, give me poison, I don't care what you use just make the pain go away!" Italy cried.

"If it's death you want, fine. I'll give you that."

Italy let out a small sigh and smiled a bit. "Thank you," Italy said.

The man grabbed his scalpel and punctured Italy's left lung with it. Italy began to cough and sputter as the lung began to fail. The nation coughed up blood on himself. His breathing sped up to hyperventilate. His face began to look paler as time went on. It was tragically ironic how Italy begged for death, but his body was struggling to survive out of instinct. Pain was all over Italy's face as he continued to cough and struggle. It was painful to watch him like this.

"P-Please, end it fa-aster," Italy stuttered. A few more tears spilled from his eyes.

The man took the bloodied scalpel and began to stab the weak country's abdomen. Blood was everywhere and, eventually, Italy's eyes lost their liveliness. He relaxed his body and died on the operation table.

Several nations started to yell angrily once more. I don't see the point of yelling. It's not like screaming will make this situation better. All we can do is let this happen. After all, we can't escape and there's no telling if anyone will be able to save us from this hospital of hell. We are just playthings for our merciless captor and we can't prevent any of the terrible things awaiting to happen.

I begin to feel tired and lay down on the bare floor of my empty room. My body needs rest to finish healing anyways. The screen switches off for the last time and I allow myself to fall asleep. Hopefully things will be better tomorrow.

AN: I'm so needlessly tired and don't have much motivation to do anything, so it's a miracle that I was able to write this. My self-esteem is practically non-existent, but that's just whatever. My brain feels like it's been blended up, but I still somehow manage to write. Thank you to everyone who has been reading. It makes my day when I get a notification that people like what I'm doing. Forgive me for procrastinating on writing. See ya next chapter~