3. Military
The three of us (now fully dressed) made our way through the halls to another record player. "I wonder," it played, "is that Italian with his God now? Maybe you helped him there. Don't worry, he probably wasn't even all that well-liked."

"You fucking-" Romano cut himself off when the record player continued.

"Lost? Confused? Scared? No need to worry. The military is here. Maybe he can help."

In the next chamber, I froze in fear as I heard that moan and chains again. Some sort of monster was patrolling the room. It was a naked man with his eyes clawed out. There was some collar on his neck that made it impossible for him to lay down and not choke himself, and there were chains around his limbs and physically in his skin.

England and Romano pulled me out of my fearful trance and behind boxes. After some time, the moaning and rattling stopped and we saw that the monster was gone. We snuck our way past the monster and to another room filled with water.

"I...Ita...ly...?" someone asked. I looked over and saw Germany tied by his hands just above the water. Thankfully, he was wearing pants as opposed to England and Romano when I found them. "...Help...me..." he groaned out.

I quickly ran to him and climbed the gears he was tied to. "Italy!" England yelled as he saw a monster approach the room.

"Romano!" I called. "Pull that lever and lock the door!" Romano was quick to lock the monster out and closed the door just in time. "England!" I called. "Catch Germany when I untie him!" He came in the cell and braced himself to catch the German. I pulled the ropes to untie it and Germany fell. If England wasn't there, he wouldn't have had the strength to get up and would've drown himself.

The monster continued to bang on the door. "Veniciano!" Romano yelled. "Where the fuck do we go?!"

I looked around outside the cell as England and I carried Germany. "Let's try this way!" I called as I lead the three men to the other door, shutting the door when Romano was inside. The monster continued banging on the doors we closed, but I assumed that it gave up when it reached the third locked door.

We went up a flight of stairs and past a grave yard of some kind. "...Italy..." Germany grunted. I looked at him as he leaned his head on my shoulder like he was attempting to hug me. "...Danke."

I smiled as we walked past a wooden door and in an odd room. "You have now reached the end." the recording stated as the door shut and locked behind us. Romano fought with the lock, but it was jammed. "You won't be getting out that way." the recording continued. "I apologize for this, but I can't let you go." Suddenly the walls started to close in on us.

Romano threw rocks at the gears, hoping they'd stop, but the rocks just bounced back. England, Germany, and I piled up the boxes side by side, hopeing the walls would stop. We ran out of boxes, and it was too small a structure. If the plan did work, then we would only have just enough room to walk sideways. Germany might even get stuck with how large his body's built.

"It's no use!" England panicked. "We're doomed!"

"Don't fucking say that Eyebrow Bastard!" Romano cursed. "There has to be some way out of here!"

"Would both of you SHUT UP?! Your panicking is NOT helping the situation!" Germany scolded. Apparently, he regained enough strength to yell as he leaned in the back wall. "Italy's the one that is leading us. I can't believe I'm saying this, but, do you have a plan Italy?"

They turned to me as I started to crush from the pressure. "...White flag...?"

At that moment, the walls stopped and the recording laughed. "This is the best one yet." it stated. "It's just...too much..." As the walls opened, I saw a door and we all went through it.

It led us up a flight of stairs, and we started to hear voices. "Madam Justine, the guests should be here within the hour!" One voice said cheerfully.

"That's wonderful Clarisse!"

I looked around and noticed that everyone except England was confused. "What exactly is that?" I asked.

"Spirits." England answered. "They're giving us a glimpse of the past."

"So, we can hear things that already happened?"

"Not...exactly." he answered my brother. "I'm not sure if this already happened, or if the spirits are acting separate from their past."

We stayed silent as we listened, shielding our eyes when we were met with sunlight. "Clarisse, can you send this letter?"

"Of course ma'am. Urgent isn't it?"

"Not really, it's already years late. I just want them to know I'm still alive."