(A/N) Ciao, Chapter 4 is finally here! I apologise for keeping you all waiting for almost a month, but a lot of stuff came up. Firstly, I started to play way too much of Final Fantasy IX (which I guess was my fault), then Umm... I lost Wi-Fi for a few days, which was hell. Writer's block was also one of the reasons, but I've conquered it. For now. So, I hope this chapter was worth the wait, and you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. So, as usual, no flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good and what was bad.

DISCLAIMER - I do not own Hetalia, or its characters; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

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Chapter 4: Fell For It!

The journey in the elevator, as short as it was, was nerve-racking. Being left to his own crazy thoughts wasn't what America enjoyed really, especially in a situation like this. Italy was making no effort in starting a conversation, probably because he couldn't think of anything to talk about, other than their current situation, which was rather unpleasant to talk about. It wasn't light in the elevator, in fact, it was dark, and that combined with the sound of scraping as the lift was ascending; it was an experience that America didn't want to have again.

When the elevator came to a stop, the blonde took a deep breath, as he placed his hand over the gun he strapped to his belt. The doors opened, revealing a dimly lit corridor, which was long, narrow and lacked windows. Unlike the corridors at the bottom floor, this one was humid and quite hard to breathe in; on the bright side, it didn't smell of damp.

Stepping out, the air around the duo became heavier, and breathing started to become difficult, but they had to press on if they wanted to be in the safety of their own homes again.

After walking forward for a while, they eventually turned a corner, and saw rusted blue double doors.

"Are they going to lead us to another corridor?" Italy asked, as America bolted towards them and peered into the windows.

"Yeah," he replied, starting to get frustrated.

Corridor after corridor. What was this corridor inception? How many corridors were there going to be?! Is this why the villain kidnapped them? To make them walk through corridors until they died? America swore that when he got his hands on this evil fiend, he was going to kick his, or should he say 'Her', ass for making him walk through soo many corridors. Italy didn't seem bothered by it, as long as those corridors got him home.

"Don't look sad, America," the Italian said, as he placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "We're going to get through this, and when we get home I'll make us some pasta."

The Italian looked like his usual happy self at that moment, and that was a good thing to see.

"Sure, can't wait!"

Opening the doors, they saw a much darker corridor with a lot of doors on both sides of the walls. The door at the very end of the corridor was the one that got both of their attention. It was white and had a big window in the centre of it.

Curious, they walked towards it cautiously, just in case anything were to emerge from the doors on the sides, as that could be game over. Peering into the window, America could see nothing but darkness.

"America, maybe we should go back," he heard the Italian whisper behind him.

"Hang on," he replied, as he grabbed the handle, and to his surprise it was unlocked. "Wait here."

With hesitation, he stepped into the room and glanced around. Seeing nothing of interest, just darkness, he turned to exit when the door slammed shut in his face.

"America!"

Crap, he couldn't see anything! Italy being on his own on the other side wasn't very assuring either. He could only assure him.

"I'm fine, it's ok," the blonde called, however, he got no answer. "Italy?!"

Suddenly, a sound similar to a gas leak could be heard, followed by the American passing out on the floor.

(...)

"Found anything yet, Oliver?" Allen asked, with a frustrated sigh. This was getting really tedious; sitting there watching his 'brother' flick through pages in a large, aged book wasn't enjoyable. He understood that they needed to know what was going on, even if it meant finding it out on their own; but they weren't going to get anywhere fast enough if they were sat there flicking through books. It'll just eat up time. Sweet, precious time, which they could be using to ask that bitch themselves. But no! Oliver didn't want to risk it.

"Hmm, I believe I have found something that would be of use to us," Oliver replied, thoughtfully, as he looked back down at the page he was on. "We can send them back using this simple spell, however, we would need to find the pair first."

"Before She does," Allen finished.

"Yes. It will be difficult, as we would have to look everywhere, and this place is not particularly small."

"Yeah, you're right. Come up with any theories as to what She would want with the two 1Ps?"

"Hmm, maybe-"

Suddenly, the door opened with a lot of force, emerging was a man with short brown hair, covered slightly with a black hat, red eyes, and a dark red uniform. He was breathless, panting as if he had ran a marathon.

"Zao? What are you doing here?" the pastel haired man asked, shocked to see the guy visiting him.

"They fell for it," he said between breaths. "They fell for the trap, and now She has the Italian in custody."

"Shit!" Allen cursed, standing from his seat. This wasn't happening!

"Language!" Oliver scolded. "You know I do not tolerate such inappropriate words!" he turned to the man named Zao, a calm expression back on his face. "What about Alfred?"

"I believe he's still in the room," he replied, glancing behind him.

"Thank you, Allen I will handle this!" Oliver said with determination, as pink smoke engulfed him. After the smoke cleared, the man was gone.

(...)

When the smoke was no longer obscuring his vision, Oliver could see that he was in that dark corridor, with a lot of doors.

Without a second thought, he ran towards the door at the end, knowing that was the door the boy was in. Upon reaching it, he saw that it was open all the way and empty.

"He is gone!" the man gasped, as worry hit him like a tidal wave.

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I really hope it didn't feel rushed. That's the fear I have with all my stories. I also hope that the plot is starting to go somewhere now, as well. Hope you enjoyed ^_^ Improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!