A/N :/ Here's the chapter,but before we get to that, I wanna say somethings. I want to give a shout out to my one loyal reviewer,Wolferrath. Thank you for sticking with me :3. She's reviewed every chapter so far! And thanks to intricate-bindings for your review!And thanks to Ghost calumon for your idea for this chapter!
Sorry for my rambling,on to the chapter!~~
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England couldn't take it. He was in pain, and tons of it. His whole body ached and burned. His clothes were mutilated with dried blood. He thought the day would never end. It was filled with treacherous and pain staking activities. England stumbled to the door that led to his room and Russia unlocked it and shoved England in roughly and slammed the door and locked it. Arthur tried to keep himself up,but failed. He collapsed to the ground, not even aware of the nations in the room. He faintly heard voices screaming his name, but he felt strangely at peace. Am I going to die? He thought to himself. He was ready. Ready to get away from everything. Escape all his pain. Suddenly, the peaceful feeling disappeared and he was back. Pain radiated through his frail body and Alfred shook him.
"Arthur! Yo, get up bro!" his voice was frantic. England let out a small grunt,to show he was alive.
"Angleterre! Hang in there!" France cried. England shook his head, ignoring the pang of pain that shot through his body and chilled his spine, "Kill me now.." England whispered hoarsely. The pain was unbearable! He was able to stand it for a few days,but it had taken a toll on his body, along with the fact that his nation was slowly being engulfed. The whole thing with his country disappearing under water definitely didn't help. "No way! We'd never kill you!" He heard Alfred's voice,although it seemed distant. "Pain..it's too much..." England slowly, tried to stand, coughing up some blood. "No,Arthur stop. I'll carry you onto the bed. Everyone off the bed!" Alfred shouted. Arthur ignored the younger nation, and stood,shakily. He basically dragged himself to the bed, before collapsing on it. "My country..." he whispered. Then he winced "America, France,Prussia, China, Japan, everyone..are you all alright? He didn't harm a-any of you, did he?" England completely forgot about the agony he was in. The other nations' well being is what mattered to him. "Don't worry about us,aru." China frowned "Yeah, you're in horrible condition, Artie!" Even in pain, Arthur couldn't stand that name. "It's A-Arthur, you idiot." he muttered, through clenched teeth. He felt a hand patting his back, and he looked up, to see France "Angleterre! Get some rest!" "not
with you around, f-frog." Francis smirked and stepped back. England fumbled to move the sheets back and he crawled in the bed, throwing the sheets back over him, in a feeble attempt to sleep.
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Russia held on to a big pile of papers, and he straightened them and set them down on his desk. He felt no remorse for what he was doing. He'd stop at anything,to have England's riches. Because, he couldn't exactly have the land any longer, as it was slowly disappearing. He cursed to himself in Russian, before opening a window on his computer. He read the text, his eyes wide. "Oh god..." he stood abruptly,knocking over a pile of papers. "Damn." he bent over to collect the papers that had scattered all over. But the title on one piece caught his eye. He picked it up from the pile. Then he set the other papers on his desk and walked off, reading the paper.
Oh Russia, if only you would've been more careful and logged out of your computer. And made sure you had fully locked the door containing the captive nations.
But that can't be helped,hm?
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Alfred hurled himself at the door, hearing anther click. He grinned and turned "Guys! I think I'm breaking the lock!" he was excited, like a child on Christmas. He took a few steps back and charged at the door, this time hearing a loud click. He pulled the handle down and the door opened. "I did it!" he smiled "Because I'm the hero." France rolled his eyes and picked up a sleeping England. "Good job, ve~!" Italy squealed and he ran to America. Germany followed. Alfred frowned as England awoke. "The letter! " Arthur shrieked, scaring everyone. "THE LETTER. STOP IT FROM GETTING TO RUSSIA!" England was frantic, his eyes wide, hair messy and he was panting. "Calm down, England." "Yeah, we don't understand you Angleterre. Explain." Arthur nodded and took a breathe and explained to everyone about the letter he was forced to write and how Russia sent it. The room erupted in gasps. "Alright. Let's make teams. One will intercept the letter, and the other will get Artie out!" "I'll be with my dear Angleterre." Francis cooed, earning an annoyed scowl from Alfred. "Fine, whatever."
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The teams had been decided: America,Germany,China, and Prussia going to stop the letter and anything else Russia had up his sleeve. And France,Japan,and Italy were going to get England out and to a hospital.
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"Are you fine carrying England-san?" Japan asked France silently, breaking the silence. France smiled a bit "Perfectly fine,mon ami." "Tell me if you start getting tired, we can switch with holding him." they both ignored a complaint from England claiming he was more than capable to walk on his own. Everyone knew he couldn't walk. He was dying. France nodded. Italy followed behind them, singing about pasta, to try and cheer them up. France chuckled "Alright, let's try and get out." they had turned left and had been walking down a long corridor, that seemed to never end. "Where are we going?" Japan asked "No idea!~ve" Italy sung as they began climbing up a set of stairs. England frowned, hating the fact that he was being carried. But it was true and he could feel it. He was weak and fading slowly. There was no hope for him. He couldn't walk, he was useless. "Francis?" he asked, his voice small and timid like a child. "Yes, Angleterre?" England paused a bit and looked up, his gaze gaze locking with Francis' intense blue "Let me die here."
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"We need to get to a postal office to intercept the mail.." Alfred blinked, as he led the way, still lost in the Russian's house. "How? disguise ourselves?" Germany asked. America grinned "Not my idea! I was thinking of creating a giant, letter costume and getting into the mail delivery room, but your idea works too!" He laughed. Prussia rolled his eyes and smirked. "Where do we get mailman outfits from?~aru" China piped up. Alfred frowned and began brainstorming. "Hey! Here's the exit!" Germany called from ahead. He pushed open one of the huge brass doors and disappeared. China,Prussia, and America raced out after,thankful to see sunlight again. "Alright. Let's try some of these Russian shops!" America grinned and began walking left, towards where he hoped the shops were at. Te others followed,left with no other choice.
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Alfred smiled and turned to the nations behind him "I think these are the shops! It's bustling with people." Prussia looked and pointed to a sign. It was in Russian, so no one understood it. For some reason, however, Prussia DID know what it said. "It says: The Garden Square Shop Centre" earning a happy slap on the back from America, Prussia smirked. "Now let's find some mailman clothes!" China declared. America nodded and the group scoured the shops.
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Sorry for this chapter being so late. I didn't get much time to write and school started again on Tuesday. So updates will be less frequent.