"Why is most of those rooms in this building is in red," England taps on one of the room to show a hologram of static.

"These here," Awena points to the red rooms. "Shows all of the contentment rooms where others like us are in. Since all of the force fields are down, because of this storm outside. Since all of the force fields are down everyone will still wake up. From the less dangerous to the most deadly as the doctors have label us."

"So what you saying those two girls before you are not dangerous and so was that guy?" Germany shows Awena the conference room with all the broken furniture.

"They get excited when people come to visit when it's not doctors trying to sedate them to do experiment." Awena hisses as she stabs a finger into his chest. "How do you feel if you were stabbed with needles with drugs to see how they affect you?"

"What is her name?" Canada now holds the baby as he cradles her in his arms.

"Lenka, our torch of light in this hell," William winces as Awena slaps him upside the head. "What?! It's true!"

"Which your language Will," Awena glares at the young boy. "Lenka will grow up saying that word," Awena huffs as she looks at the other nation. "Bad enough she has those scars that appear one day out of nowhere."

"Where?" Canada looks to notice a marking on the right shoulder. "That is where Alfred has his scar from..."

"Pearl Harbor," England glances at the children. "You don't mean..."

"That we are in a building full of America's state, then yes," Norway states blanking as he wraps Danmark's arm from the cuts while fighting the two girls from earlier. "I figure that out by how she and William look so much like our fellow nations."

"We're what?" William and Awena exclaims as they look at each other before the nations.

"You two are America's children, well states. So that means I'm your uncle? Is that why all of the other of your siblings have called me uncle when I didn't even know them." Canada rubs his head.

"Who did you meet?" Awena frowns. "I thought you only meet Rex, Tina, and Isabelle other than us three."

"No, there were two others," Canada looks at the door then at England. "They were two girls that look like Arthur, but one had dark blue eyes while the other were a dark green."

"No, they can't be awake!" Awena runs to the map as she taps it and sends holograms flying. She kept all the green rooms open. "The whole system is haywire. It's opening rooms for the higher levels. It should not open them till all the lower ones such as Level 3 and 2 are complete."

"How many levels are there?" France grips England tighter.

"11, five people on each floor, except the last two. It least Level 11 has not been open yet," Awena clicks the top of the map.

"Why not Level 11," Russia grins childly at her.

"The Cold War Rivals are what I understand that are on this floor," Awena sighs as an alarm goes off in the building. "Oh no."

"What is..." Canada whips his head towards the door as it seems to creak in pain. "What is happening?"

"Duck and cover!" William pushes Canada down as the door explodes into tiny wood chips. Clutching his side as some of the chips cut into him. "Ah!"

"William!" Awena runs to his side. "Are you okay?"

"Just cheesey," William jokes as he coughs.

"Sorry, but I was order to let some air in this room," a voice shouts over the wind blowing. "Let me stop this tornado ."

They all stare as a boy with short spiking hair enters the room. He brushes his blonde hair out of his grayish-blue eyes. He had on a similar outfit like william, but with more oil than blood.

"What are you doing Fido?" Awena glares at the boy. "Wasn't the plan to not hurt the visitors?"

"The first 11 of us don't like how you, Awena, are being on good terms with the people that help lock us up?!" Fido growls as wind around him picks up. "I came to deal with you and the nations my way."

"Took care cover!" Awena pushes William away as a tornado appears beside Fido. She stands up as a sword appears next to her. "Get out of this room and try for a lower room! I'll fight him off!"

Canada tries to go to Awena when England grabs him and shakes his head. Hanging his head low, Canada helps guide the other nations out as steel meets wind power.


So guess who is trying to get pass writer's block? I am and I'm doing good. Hope you enjoy!