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Death

Germany jerked awake at the slamming of a steel door. He winced as the soreness in his legs returned to him. England had locked him in the vans for ten minutes when Portugal and Turkey had suddenly stormed out to see him. They had forced his injured legs into a bent position and had locked them that way with belts. Germany's legs had healed that way and now he couldn't straighten them without feeling immense pain. He couldn't even stand unless another nation held him up. And the nations holding him prisoner saw fit to torture him all hours of the day.

Groaning at the pain, Germany dragged himself backward to lean against the wall. He let his head fall back with gritted teeth.

"Gott verdammt," he muttered. Now he understood what Romano had felt like for those many months of his curse.

"Germany?" a rough voice asked from the other side of the wall. It was hoarse, a though the speaker was pained when he talked. "Ben jij dat? (Is that you?)"

"Netherlands?" Germany frowned. "Ja. What are you doing here?"

"What else?" Netherlands grunted. "I'm your cousin. Of course they arrested me. They had England for a while too, but apparently he got off for good behavior.

Germany shifted and gritted his teeth when his legs throbbed. "I don't understand what's happening," he said. "Why did Turkey attack me? Why were you arrested?"

"Why else?" Netherlands shifted uncomfortably in his cell. "You killed dozens of nations. America and Canada managed to stop you before killing themselves off. You nuked over half of Europe."

"I didn't," Germany argued. "America was the one who dropped the nuclear bombs on Japan."

"Where have you been?" Netherlands demanded. "You nuked dozens of countries and killed them. We began to conquer other nations to get their land."

"Was?" Germany turned, as if he could speak to Netherlands face to face. "Nein! That is not how World War went at all! The Allies separated East and me by the Berlin Wall and Russia became the Soviet Union."

"Is that Germany?" a voce demanded.

"Ja," Netherlands grunted. "And he's managed to forget all that he has done."

"Was?" Switzerland, as only it could be, demanded. "How could you forget something like that? I remained neutral during the War and they still arrested me!"

"But that's not how it went," Germany argued helplessly.

"Hou je mond! (Shut up!)" Netherlands snarled. "You don't have people anymore! My sister is dead. Prussia is dead. Romano is dead. Hong Kong is dead. Scotland is dead."

"Was?" Germany frowned. "What year is it?" he demanded.

"1950," Netherlands answered. "The War ended five years ago. We've been fighting ever since. Russia and China are managing just fine. England still has fertile parts of Ireland. The world is pretty much empty right now. There's only one fertile nation left."

"Nein, that's impossible," Germany said in shock.

"What are you saying now?" Switzerland demanded. "It's your fault we got into this mess. It's your fault Liechtenstein is dead."

"It's 2027," Germany said desperately. "I was at a world meeting at my house when I found a box given to me by 'F.I.'."

"Who is F.I.?" Netherlands asked curiously. "I've never heard of him before."

"I don't know," Germany sighed.

"They must have fired your brain on the electric table," Switzerland growled. "It's 1950, not 2027. That is too far in the future."

"I'm telling the truth," Germany said. "This must be a different time stream than my own. World War Two ended with my being split in two."

"We could ask Norway when he gets back," Netherlands admitted. "He'd probably ask Iceland for some help, though. He never stops talking to that brat."

"Gefallen, (Please,)" Germany begged. "I need to know what's happening."

"You destroyed several nations during the war," Netherlands explained, exasperation clear in his voice. "Nearly everyone, or parts of them, became infertile. Now the only nation able to produce sufficient crops is Poland. The only problem is he disappeared about a year ago. The remaining nations have been hunting for him ever since."

"But I saw Poland at the world meeting." Germany gritted his teeth as he tried to straighten his legs and failed. "We're dating."

"Wat?" Netherlands choked. "You're dating another man?"

"Nein!" Germany snapped. "Turkey turned Poland into a female, along with several other nations."

"You need help," Switzerland said. "If you keep talking like these, Turkey's going to tie you to the electric table and turn it on high."

"Turkey," Netherlands grunted. "That bastard took my pipe."

Germany graoned and fells sideways. "What is happening?" he demanded before taking a calming breath. "My name if the Federal Republic of Germany. I have four siblings and a girlfriend. I started both World Wars and was punished for each. I have seventeen nieces and nephews and a sister-in-law who is bipolar and has short-term memory loss."

"Germany," Netherlands interrupted the other nation's rant.

"Was?" Germany snapped. "I am trying to solve a problem."

"Face the corner," Netherlands ordered.

"Was?" Germany looked in his cousin's direction, confused.

"Turn to face the corner," Netherlands growled impatiently.

"Why?" Germany turned toward the corner, wincing when his legs protested at the movement.

"Now think about what you just said." Germany could hear a smirk in Netherlands' voice.

"If this is a joke," Germany grumbled. "It's not funny."

"It's not," Netherlands hummed. "Think about what you just said."

Grumbling, Germany obeyed. Thoughts of his family flashed through his mind. His memories of both World Wars and the repercussions he'd had to face.

"Well?" Germany grumbled.

"Are you actually doing it?" Netherlands broke out into laughter. Germany heard a thump, as if the nation had just fallen over.

"I am going to kill you!" Germany struggled to his knees and fell over with a pained shout. "That wasn't funny."

"You're right." Netherlands sounded serious for a single moment. "It was hilarious!" He broke out into another fit of laughter."

"Netherlands," Switzerland snapped. "Germany is not well right now. Don't torment him."

"I'm not crazy!" Germany roared furiously.

(") (")

Poland slipped through a crack in the buildings. Her breath came out as white puffs in the freezing air. She rubbed her arms uselessly and sneezed. The female nation could already feel herself getting pneumonia. The last time that had happened, she had been in the hospital for two weeks. Naturally she had lied to the other nations and had said she'd had something better to do than discuss the financial crises.

The crunching of boots in snow echoed through the silent air and several voice shouted in different languages.

"Co?" Poland stopped and turned around in surprise.

"There are footprints going this way," England's male voice shouted.

"They are fresh, da?" Russia's voice called.

"Less than an hour, judging by the amount of snow that has fallen," England called back. "He can't have gotten far."

"Cholera," Poland growled. She charged forward, cursing again when she had to pass an alley.

"Là-bas! (There!)" France shouted. There was the sound of crunching snow racing after Poland.

"Cholera! Cholera!" Poland slipped when she took a corner too quickly. Scrabbling, she struggled to get to her feet before the other nations could catch up to her.

A freezing cold hand snapped out and seized Poland by the ankle.

"Privet, Little Poland," Russia said with a nasty grin. "I believe you have something that belongs to me."

"Eek!" Poland struggled wildly against Russia. "Like, let go of me!"

"Net." Russia dragged Poland toward himself through the snow. "Comrade France was correct. My dear sister Ukraine is willing to share her land with me. But with you I can do so much more."

"Nie!" Poland tired kicking Russia in the stomach but it was useless. "Like, let me go!"

"War has weakened you, comrade," Russia commented has he stood, holding Poland against his chest.

"Papochka, please," Poland begged helplessly.

"Do not call me your father," Russia snarled, throwing Poland to the ground.

"Russie, what did you find?" France called through the falling snow.

"I found Little Poland," Russia called back. England and France hurried around the corner with the crunching of snow. France smirked at the sight of Poland lying the snow.

"Bonne," France said proudly. "I told you that you could not escape, Pologne."

Poland scowled up at her captors. "Like, go to Hell."

"Perhaps when I die," France said. "And perhaps that is where you are headed, Phénix."

Russia, France, and England situated themselves so they surrounded Poland, all of them smirking down at her. Poland turned slowly, studying each nation, before she suddenly charged between France and England. The two nations blocked her with their arms and dragged her back. France wrapped both his arms around her waist, smirking into her neck.

"Brilliant," England said. "Why don't we take Poland back so he can at least have a peaceful death?"

"Fine," France sighed. "Russie, since you are the strongest, will you carry Pologne?"

"Da," Russia said. Bending down, he folded Poland over his shoulder and straighten up once more.

"Like, put me down!" Poland pounded on Russia's back, kicking wildly. "You totally have no right to be doing this!"

"You will find we do, Pologne," France said, his smirk growing ever wider.

The three nations began to make their way back the way they had come. They hadn't gone five yards when an arrow suddenly embedded itself in Russia's shoulder not four inches from Poland's arm. Russia howled and stumbled forward falling to his knees. Poland fell off the taller nation's shoulder. Rolling over, she struggled to get to her feet, forgetting about the other two nations.

"Non!" France lunged forward but fell back when an arrow struck him just above the heart.

England back away slowly but fell with a screech, an arrow in his knee.

"Chert," Russia swore, struggling to stand. He fell back down when two arrows lodged in both his calves.

Poland stumbled away from the group, sneezing all the way. She screamed in surprise when a hand darted out of the alley and grabbed her, dragging her toward a waiting car.

(") (")

And now China has gone into isolation," Germany finished his long story. The other two imprisoned nations were silent before Netherlands finally spoke up.

"Did all of that actually happen to you?" he asked.

"Ja," Germany said. "Do you not believe me?"

"That's quite a lot," Switzerland admitted. "How could all of that happen to you in thirteen and a half years?"

"We have bad luck," Germany sighed.

"Godverdomme, (Good God,) man!" Netherlands chuckled "You'd think you would have learned something by the, what did you call them?"

"The 2Ps?" Germany asked. "They called themselves 'realms'."

"You think you'd have learned to keep an eye out after them," Netherlands commented. "You have been kidnapped five times, and look at where you are now."

"Then you believe me?" Germany asked hopefully.

"That was quite the story you told," Netherlands admitted. "I don't think it would be too easy to make up a story like that in a matter of minutes."

"Ja." Germany let his head fall back against the wall. "I don't know where I am or how I got here. Or even how to get home."

"That is where Norway comes in handy," Switzerland said. "Where your mess started."

"He's still not back." Netherlands crossed his arms. "He won't be back until nightfall."

"He better be back soon," Switzerland growled. "Or I will kill him. He's the only sane one in this whole prison camp."

"Hm," Netherlands hummed in agreement.

"Where is Norway?" Germany asked curiously. "He seems to have been gone for a long time."

"They're torturing him," Netherlands said casually. "They say we all still need to be punished."

"Was?" Germany bolted upright at that. "Why do you all need to be punished for something I, your Germany, did?"

"I don't know." Netherlands shrugged. "For the same reason an entire race was erase off the face of the planet?"

Germany groaned, his head falling into his hands. "I can't believe I was acting like that," he said. "How could I have done something so cruel and inhumane?"

"It was your leader," Switzerland pointed.

"How could one of my people do that?" Germany demanded.

"Ja, but he never completed it," Netherlands reminded Switzerland. "I was talking about the Germans being wiped out."

"Is that why your Germany disappeared?" Germany asked hoarsely. "He died?"

"None of us know," Switzerland admitted. "He was here in Auschwitz with us. And one day he just vanished. At first we thought he'd quit talking to us. Eventually we found out he was gone for good."

"It was bad enough they managed to erase the Germans," Netherlands grumbled. "Now they're working on us. They claim the Nordics and the Dutch are too closely related and a threat to the world."

"That's absurd," Germany growled.

"Ja, but who can speak any sense into a nation who has seen death?" Switzerland asked logically. "Certainly not the enemy."

"Ja," Netherlands agreed. "They've gotten pretty screwed over."

"I need to get out of here." Germany rested his head against the wall. "I have to find Poland and a way home."

"Poland?" Netherlands sat up quickly. "You mean the female Poland? The one who always tries to kill you after her nightmare. You just told us she drew a knife on you then ran out into the woods when you got it away from her. That Poland?"

"Ja, that's the one," Germany sighed. "She's decent when she's not trying to kill me after a nightmare."

"What does she dream about?" Switzerland asked curiously.

"I don't know." Germany stared at the ceiling. He could see mold growing across the stone. "She won't tell me."

"That means she doesn't trust you," Netherlands noted. "Or she just doesn't want to hurt you."

"I don't know which. And right now I don't care." Germany struggled to stand once more, wincing when his legs screamed in protest. "I have to get out of here."

"You're not getting out of here without help," Netherlands said. "We need a plan to escape the toughest prison on the planet."

"You can't even walk," Switzerland pointed out.

"You don't think I don't know?" Germany demanded as he inched his way toward the door. "I don't have time to make a plan."

"Dummkopf," Switzerland growled. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"Just wait," Netherlands offered. "Norway ha some brains left. He'll be able to help us."

"I can't wait." Germany collapsed to the floor. He stared at the stones through tear-filled eyes. "Poland needs me."

"She'll have to wait," Switzerland said. "If you're not good, you'll be the next one to be punished."

The three nations jumped as a door slammed down the hall and footsteps echoed off the walls.

"It sounds like they're back," Netherlands grumbled.

(") (")

Poland watched Czechoslovakia out of the corner of her eye. He looked just like she remembered him. His blonde hair stuck straight up like Netherlands' did and his blue eyes were piercing. No scars marred his face like Slovakia's. And his eyes seemed to be filled with a happiness no longer seen in his counterpart.

The two nations were in an old jeep Czechoslovakia had apparently salvaged from the Allies' trash dump. Poland had her legs drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Heat blasted her in the face but it didn't help her sneezing.

"There should be tissues in the glove compartment," Czechoslovakia finally said. He fiddled with the steering wheel to remain on the snow covered road.

Poland grudgingly pulled the tissues out and sneezed into one. "Like, what the hell happened?" she grumbled.

"World War Two happened," Czechoslovakia sighed. He reached into the backseat and dug for something, finally coming up with a cooler. "Germany nuked Europe, America and Canada killed themselves, and Europe fell into famine. Everyone started killing any nation with fertile land. Spain and France killed Romano, had to surrender his lands to Italy when he attacked them."

"That's totally too much," Poland huffed. "You couldn't, like, just talk about it?"

"Nie," Czechoslovakia said, plopping the cooler in Poland's lap. "There's food and hot chocolate in there for you."

Poland opened the cooler and took out a sandwich. Gratefully, she unwrapped it and dug in.

"We nations have never been one to talk peacefully about war," Czechoslovakia said, his eyes on the road. "Fighting always seems to be the answer. Don't you remember when we fought over my borders?"

"Tak," Poland admitted. "You, like, took my land and I took yours. It totally didn't end well for you," she mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Czechoslovakia looked to Poland, confused. "Are you talking about your world again?"

"Tak." Poland sipped from the hot chocolate. "You had, like, two different ethnic group on your land that kept fighting. Then you totally split and became two different nations."

"Two nations, huh?" Czechoslovakia said. "Did I die?"

"Nie." Poland shook her head and finished her sandwich. "You, like, got a little sister out of it. And you totally adore her."

"Jo? (Yeah?)" Czechoslovakia said with a smile. "She must be a brave little thing."

"Not really," Poland giggled. "She, like, loves to hide in closets."

Czechoslovakia chuckled warmly. "I suppose I couldn't ask for more." He took a turn, apparently knowing which way he was going.

"Where are we, like, going?" Poland glanced out the window. "I totally don't know these roads."

"There is no road," Czechoslovakia said. "And we're going to the only one of the magic trio left who can help you return home."

"Who's that?" Poland sat up excitedly. "Is it, like, Romania?"

"Nie, Romania went mad two years ago when Bulgaria was killed." Czechoslovakia floored the gas pedal when the jeep got stuck in a rut. "We're going to Norway."

"And, like, where's Norway?" Poland asked.

"In Auschwitz," Czechoslovakia admitted.

Poland froze, the blood drained from her face. She slowly turned to look at Czechoslovakia.

"Co?" she asked in a terrified voice.

"Auschwitz," Czechoslovakia repeated. "It's being used as a prison for anyone who was related to Germany."

"Dlaczego? (Why?)" Poland asked hoarsely. "The gods must, like, hate me."

"To get you home, we have to free Norway and ask him to cast a spell." Czechoslovakia slowed the car down as they reached a real road that looked to be paved.

"But why Auschwitz?" Poland whined. "Why couldn't they have, like, used someplace else?"

"I don't know," Czechoslovakia sighed. "Maybe it was the irony of it all."

"Irony," Poland grumbled. "Irony can totally kiss my ass."

"It will, don't worry." Czechoslovakia brought the car to a complete stop. "We'll have to go on foot from here. I've got some winter clothes for you in the back."

Poland sighed but climbed in the backseat to fetch the clothes. "I'm going to, like, have nightmares for a hundred years."

"Once we get you to Norway, you'll be fine." Czechoslovakia scanned the horizon with narrowed eyes. "Don't worry. Your bratríckych (little brother) has everything under control."

"My braciszek just, like, condemned me back to hell," Poland snapped back.

"Relax," Czechoslovakia countered, clambering out of the van. "Come on out when you're ready."

(") (")

Silence reigned through the cells before Germany began to hear quit mutters in Norwegian. Both Switzerland and Netherlands seemed to be biding their time before they began speaking to the northern nation. Germany propped himself up on his elbows and cleared his throat.

"Norway?" he called nervously.

The mutters stopped and both Switzerland and Netherlands held their breath. Eventually a soft quavering voice spoke up.

"Did you hear something, Island?"

"It's me, Germany," Germany called through the wall.

"Germany?" Norway asked. "Did you know Germany was here, Island?"

"Nein, he didn't," Germany said, deciding to play along. "He's been sleeping the whole time." Switzerland inhaled sharply at the words,

"Hm," Norway hummed. "I did not know you were sleeping. You did not say you were sleeping, Island."

"You were too busy for Iceland to bother you," Germany continued. "Norway, I need your help."

"Did you hear that, Island?" Norway's voice wandered away from the conversation. "He says he needs my help. Do you think I should help him?"

"Norway, if you don't help me, then they will find out about Iceland," Germany said in a low voice.

"Island?" Norway froze. "They do not know about him. They have never seen him before. He is right beside me. Is that not right, Island?"

"Germany," Netherlands hissed. "Iceland's been dead for nearly six years now. Norway lost it after losing him. Denmark's not far behind."

"I'm trying to get his help," Germany hissed back. "What else can I do?"

"He says he needs my help, Island," Norway mused. "Why should I help him?"

"Because I can find you Iceland again," Germany said. "You could see your bruder again."

"But Island is right here." Germany could hear the quiver in Norway's voice. "He is right beside me. Ja, he is lying Island. Germany is lying to me."

"Is he really?" Germany asked. "If no else can see him, then is he really beside you?"

"Island?" Norway asked in the voice of a child who had lost their favorite toy forever.

"Norway, please," Germany begged. "I need your help."

"But where is Island?" Norway asked desperately. "Where is my bror?"

"He is in my world," Germany said. "I believe I am from another time stream where I never dropped the nuclear bombs on Europe."

"But why are you here?" Norway asked. "How did you get here?"

"I don't know," Germany said, his desperation rising. "But I need to get back home with Poland."

"Poland?" Norway asked, excitement in his voice. "What is Poland doing here?"

"I don't know!" Germany repeated exasperatedly. "But we need to get out of here before one of us killed."

"I do," Germany admitted. "And in my world you love Korea."

There was a full minute of silence before an indignant squawk. "I what?"


A/N: THERE'S A BEE IN MY ROOM! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!

Yeah . . . bee. Fun. I want it out!

Anyway! Sorry for the short chapter. We felt bad for it. So here's a Dr. Seuss quote to make you feel better!

They say there are troubles for more than one kind. Some come from ahead. And some come from behind. But I'm all ready. I've brought a big bat, you see. Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me.

GET A BAT!

Also, here's an update on our songs list.

America: Tonight Tonight, Pressing On, America

Andorra: Mine, Stuck on You

Australia: Down Under, Wild Thing

Czech: Holding Out for a Hero, Brave

DenIta: Love Story

Denmark: Bad Reputation

England: Do You Believe in Magic, Apologize

Finland: Freedom

FrUk: Next to Me

Germany: Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

GerPo: I Won't Give Up, Safe and Sound

Hong Kong: F**kin' Perfect

Hungary: Fearless

Ireland: Rebel Beat

IT'S A SURPRISE: Radioactive, How Far We've Come

Italy: Livin' La Vida Loca

Korea: Misery

KorNor: Nearer My God to Thee (Piano Guys)

Liechtenstein: You Raise Me up

Midlife Empire: 1, 2, 3, 4

Northern Ireland: Breakaway

Poland: Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You), It Is You (I Have Loved), Hello My Old Heart, It's My Life

Portugal: A Thousand Years, Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Prussia: If I Die Young, Take me Home Country Roads, Photograph

Romano: So What

Russia: If Everyone Cared

Slovakia: Leave Out All the Rest, Over My Head (Cable Car)

South: Some Nights, My Heart Will Go On

SpaGreen: Don't Stop Believin'

Spain: Be OK, Best Years of Our Lives

The Nations: Wavin' Flag, Happy Ending

The States: Who Says You Can't Go Home