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Also this chapter might be a little screwed up cause I first wrote it in 3rd person, then went back and changed it to 1st person. My apologies.

Edit: Fixed everything I could! Sorry about the suckiness ):

Disclaimer: Well, I used to own both Hetalia and Maximum Ride, but then I fell in a ditch and lost my memory and people stole them.

~Max's POV~

I groan softly and opens my eyes a crack, faintly aware that my head is throbbing. I move my fingers around in slow circles on the metal floor of my cage.

Wait, what?

My eyes snap open in alarm, and I sit up quickly. I moan and clutch my head, which bangs into the top of my cage with a loud, painful thunk.

The Erasers attacking in New York City. The strangers helping us. Everything comes rushing back, and I slouch in my crate.

"Hey man, are you okay? That looked like it hurt," a voice to my right says.

I growl under my breath about the gender-specific term, but turns to face the person anyways. "I'm fine. It'll take more than that to hurt me," I reply offhandedly. I wonder where the rest of the flock is, and what happened to all those other people who fought the Erasers with us. Did anyone else escape? Am I the only one who the School captured? Hopefully.

I turn my attention back to the person next to me. I give a start when I see the bars of the cage next to me glowing with soft blue-white light. I quickly realize that it's electricity. The cage next to me is electrified.

I frown and deftly touch my fingertips to the bars of my cage, but nothing happens. My cage is perfectly normal. You know, for a cage.

"So hey, d'ya know where we are?" The person, who sounds male, asks in a loud tone. I squint through the gloom and my eyes widen when I see who I'm next to.

It's Blond Guy, one of the people who helped fight the Erasers with the flock. He has sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes that are partially covered with glasses. A wayward piece of hair sticks up out of his messy locks, which has streaks of dried blood in it.

The guy himself, however, seems to be unharmed. But I know from experience that appearances can be deceiving.

"We're at a place called the School," I inform him.

He groans noisily. "Aw, what? A school? Really, of all places to be held captive," he frowns momentarily before the sunny smile reappears on his face. "Eh, whatever, I'll just escape again," he declares, sitting back in his cage.

I stare openly. "You've been here before?" I ask. No wonder he didn't seem so shocked before when I told him where we are.

I hear a creaking sound and looks ahead in time to see a whitecoat pushing a cage away on a wheeled lift. The cage's entire front had been ripped off, the metal mutated in such a way that only a person with some type of superhuman advantage could have done it.

I put two and two together and turn to face my fellow prisoner. "You did that?" I say incredulously.

He grins even wider and nods eagerly. "Uh-huh! That's why they gave me the electric cage."

I immediately begin questioning him, deciding that he isn't too traumatized to answer. "What's your name? Why did you fight the Erasers with us in New York? And how did you manage to do that to a solid metal cage?"

"Oh, right! I'm Ame- er, Alfred Jones! And I saw that you guys were in trouble so I jumped in to save you, naturally! And ripping apart a cage isn't too hard, all you do it pull…"

I frown and nod distractedly, getting naturally suspicious at the name mess-up. Alfred, luckily, doesn't seem to notice. "I'm Maximum Ride, but you can call me Max. And is Alfred your real name?"

He looks confused. "Yeah, it is. Well, one of them, at least…," he says the last part almost to himself. "And cool name, by the way."

Something occurs to me, and I ask, "Did you see what happened to the other kids I was with?"

Alfred scratches the back of his head. "Oh, yeah, they got away. They tried to save you but you told them to go, and you looked all loopy on the tranquilizer."

I sigh and relax. At least the rest of the Flock got out okay. Hopefully they'll come save me without interference. "Thanks. Did they tranquilize you too?"

He nods in confirmation. "Yeah, but I woke up pretty quickly and jumped out a window in the van. They weren't expecting me to wake up so fast and stuff, but they still managed to shoot me again…"

I put on my best sympathetic face, which I've been told makes me look like I'm having a stroke.

"So what's the deal with this place anyways? What're they gonna do to us?" he asks curiously, looking around the darkened cage room with wide eyes.

"Well, they experiment on us. Most of the people here have wacky DNA or a superpower of some sort, and the whitecoats here do horrible experiment to test our limits." I shudder at the thought and draw my knees closer to my chest, trying to make my tiny cage feel bigger.

"You've been here before?"

"Yeah," I say, choosing not to elaborate.

"Ey, wait a second! Does this mean you have some kinda super ability too?!" Alfred exclaims.

"I guess you could say that," I say, my natural wariness coming out.

"Wicked cool! What is it?"

I am saved from answering, however, when a couple whitecoats unlock my cage and grab my arm, hauling my away roughly.

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