This story is finally finished! I hope this chapter is to your liking. I don't own hetalia~

This is Russia's POV!

Enjoy~

'Do just what I tell you,

And no one will get hurt…

Don't come any closer,

'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two.'

I grinned as I bludgeoned one doctor after another, only stopping to collect the keys the rooms. Those stupid fools thought they could take Alfred away from me? I think not! They put Alfred in a mental institute…apparently he shouldn't be able to communicate with people anymore because it would cause problems for them.

I had gone around the whole institute, killing anyone I saw, and I locked all the doors as soon as I got in, so no one could come in, and no one could leave. It was great fun, da?

I was now approaching the door that was between me and Alfred…they would pay dearly for putting him here.

I fumbled with the keys, but after the fifth try, I got it.

'Make no sudden movements,

And no one will get hurt.

You're making me nervous…

If you know what's good for me

Why would I be leaving you?'

So here I was, visiting Alfred. I really did want to be his friend, and we probably would have good ones if he had let us. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers…

I opened the thick steel door that separated me and Alfred. Maybe I would help him, Da? I already Killed everyone in the institute, so Alfred and me could live in the mountains, or somewhere in Russia. That would work…if they decided to look for him, they would think he would avoid Russia at all costs, because apparently he still thinks we're communist…

That makes me sad… but no matter! I'll save Alfred!

"Amerika…This is sad, da? I want to help you get out of here." The shadow in the corner moved towards me, it was really dark in this room!

I was suddenly knocked over as America hugged me. He was really strong! …but, he seemed sad…he was sobbing into my bloodstained jacket, babbling about how he didn't mean to do what he did, and how he just wanted people to listen to him.

It was a sad sight to see…so I just patted his back before picking him up and carrying him towards the front doors, murmuring sweet nothings, and how everyone was going to pay for doing this too him. Iut was incredibly rude to put him here, when he was just a broken soul wanting to be listened to, but expressing it in the wrong way.

Stupid institute…they thought they were helping him, but really, they were just making it worse. Especially since they isolated him from everyone else. That's the worst thing they could have done to someone like him, though I wonder why he didn't just break out himself.

Although…they probably had him all drugged up too.

'Now I've had it up to here,

Don't ever try that again.

Why are you so quiet so suddenly?

Go on, have it,

You're just dying to try me!'

They had looked for him, but since they couldn't find him anywhere, they looked in Russia too. Imagine my surprise when England knocked on the door, asking if America was here. I, of course, shook my head no, but that idiot just had to come jumping down the stairs humming a tune happily.

…he had been happy since I took him from that place. It might've taken a few months for him to be fully healed mentally, but he was happy now, and that made me happy. England had gone red in the face when he saw Alfred, maybe because he was angry? So he forced his way into my home. America froze, and I could practically see the panic in his eyes as he ran back up the stairs. He would probably lock himself in his room…

England made me angry, so I grabbed the back of his coat and dragged him towards the room where I tortured people. There was still blood splattered on the walls form the other times I've tortured people.

I kolkolkol'd, and England went very quiet. I'm glad he understands where this is going! Haha, I hope he has a high tolerance for pain! That would make it so much more fun for me…

"England is being very rude, da? You shouldn't barge into people's houses like that! And you know, Alfred has healed since he started living with me, and we even have a relationship going." England sputtered. It made me remember that he was the one to make the final decision about putting Alfred into that asylum. What a naughty man he was!

"You know, putting Alfred away was very rude too! I got him out of course, but you're not taking him away again! I'll kill you before that happens, da?" by this time, I had chained his wrists above his head, and his legs to the ground, just so he couldn't move. I thought about how I would torture him.

Perhaps I could just bludgeon him? That sounded like a good idea, and Alfred wouldn't be too mad, because he himself had told my how much he hated England.

Haha…

This would be fun…

THE END!

Yes, I know I skipped the last few verses, but I just don't know how they would fit into this story! Read and Review please!