(Knight: OMFG! Chapter 10! AND I HAVE 90 REVIEWS!~

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This chapter is dedicated to FearDaKitteh, for being awesome, getting me into Hetalia in the first place (!), sticking with me and coping with my obscure phone calls and questions! YOU RULE.

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Now, CHAPTER TEN! THANK YOU FOR READING!)

When Yao awoke it was dark.

The first thing he felt was sadness.

He had woken up from the dream, and that person… He still couldn't place who he was.

I wonder if Ivan would know, aru? Ivan! He- I forgot Ivan! Was- The dream was fading.

He clutched at it, begging his mind to hold on to that one bit of comfort he still had.

It was gone.

He sobbed, once.

The next thought he had was; Japan. Oh god, Japan has me, what do I do, I can't get out-

He calmed his thoughts, and lay there, curled up, breathing deeply.

He was terrified.

He was still cold. Still bleeding, but not as much. Bruises still covered his body.

And there was a tiny sliver of light coming from above him. He gasped slightly, sitting up.

"Light…? A window, aru?"

Yao went to stand, and fell in a rush of pain.

Aiyaah… I can't stand up… He still wanted to see what the light was.

The small man gritted his teeth and began the slow, torturous process of dragging his injured body over to the wall.

There were simply too many people to go in one car, even though Elizaveta had suggested "Why doesn't Ivan drive, and then Feliciano can sit on Ludwig's lap, and Arthur can sit on Alfred's!" She grinned, holding her camera in a way that somehow terrified all five men.

"Uh, no Liz…. Maybe we could just take two cars…?" The girl seemed slightly put out by the idea, but she seemed relatively alright with the change.

They followed Ludwig out to the cars.

Feliciano had finally let go of his arm, only after a large amount of

"No, Feliciano, he's NOT going to kill me…" and prising had the detective been removed.

Ludwig allowed his gaze to wander as they walked towards the two cars, Alfred's and his own. After a moment or two he noiced a young girl standing by a motorbike and staring at the group intently. Especially at Ivan…

After a second of staring her face split into the biggest grin he'd ever seen on a human being. She dived into her bag, pulled out a phone, dialled in a number, and was talking almost before he even noticed she'd moved.

"OMFGSaraaaah!~ It's RUSSIA!~ DA-ZEEE!~ And '?~~"

Ludwig turned away. It wasn't right to stare, the girl was obviously crazy.

They approached the cars.

"Alfred, can you drive Elizaveta and Arthur? I'll take Feliciano and Ivan."

Alfred nodded, and showed Liz to his car. Arthur walked around to the passenger's side.

"Ve~" Feliciano clambered into the front seat, leaving Ivan to cram his bulk into the back of the car.

"Uh, sorry…" Ludwig gestured apologetically.

Ivan gave him a friendly smile.

"Nyet, it's ok."

Ludwig shivered slightly. There was something about the man, aside from the blood all over him and his sheer size, that scared him immensely.

Probably just paranoia.

He started the ignition, driving out of the carpark.

The girl was still there, staring at the car, staring at…Ivan?

Ja. Definitely crazy.

The light was higher up than Yao could reach while still sitting. He scrabbled at the wall, looking for a handhold. His fingers caught on a handle, above his head.

Perfect.

He took hold of it, pulling himslef up. It hurt.

It hurt badly.

But nowhere near as much as what Japan-sensei had inflicted on him earlier that day… Night? Week? Hour? I don't know how long I've been in here…

It was daytime outside. He could just see past the black paint that had been put over the window- only window, he could see.

It had peeled away in one spot, and Yao gazed outside, mesmerized.

Sky.

Clouds. He could see almost nothing, as the side of the house was pressed up close to another building, but he knew that there was still sky, that it was rougly 11:00 in the morning, and that he was back at Japan's previous headquarters.

When I get out, I will close him down, I swear I will shut him down, aru. On my honour!

He heard sounds.

Footsteps.

Japan! He dropped down, hard.

"Aiyaah!" It crumpled his leg. Pain. White, red, black pain.

He clutched at his leg, crying out.

The footsteps came closer, and the door opened.

"China? What happened?" It was…. Heracles?

"Urgh- Nothing- aru… My leg…" The man nodded.

"I'm sorry Japan-sensei has to do this to you… But it must be done, you understand?"

China bit his tongue. How would YOU like it, aru?

"Get out of here. Leave me." Heracles complied, walking out, andclosing and locking the door behind him. Yao spat out blood, and curled around his leg, leaning against the wall.

Why…? Why?

The group got out at Yao's house. Ivan was worried.

He had no doubt that Yao was in danger, and there was no way they could find him fast enough. They could find him.

That he was sure of.

If the police could not, he could. He would use his, uh, other contacts to find "Japan".

But by the time he had found Yao it would be too late.

Somehow, Ivan knew Yao was in pain.

We must find him!
He got out of the car with great difficulty, and began to walk over to the house.

Suddenly, his leg flashed with pain, and he collapsed.

"Ivan?" Ludwig walked quickly over to him. "Are you alright?"

Ivan gasped. The pain had been sudden, overwhelming, and had faded just as quickly.

It- It felt as though my leg was broken…!

"I- Just tripped, da? No harm done." He got up. What just happened?

But it still bothered him.

He didn't like to admit it, but Ivan was… superstitious. Slightly.

And that felt like someone he cared about had been hurt.

He shrugged off the feeling and followed the others into the house.

The place was the same as when he left it, couch, blankets, room… The only difference was that he'd put the bullet Yao had dug out of his shoulder in the bin.

Elizaveta instantly moved in and started to photograph. Ivan, Arthur and Alfred followed her carefully. She walked straight into the bedroom, took one look at the writing and walked straight out again.

"Ludwig!" she shouted. "I need access to testing facilities!"

Ludwig walked in, his face an extremely bringht red.

"Uh, c-certainly, Elizaveta…" He went to leave when her hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey, Ludwig… Did what I think-" The blond's face went an even darker red and he wrenched himself out of her grip.

'Liz. Whatever you are thinking, no!" He stalked out of the room again. Ivan stared after him.

This isn't going to work, we're not going to find Yao…

"Kolkolkolkol…" he murmered under his breath. They heard the sound of a phone from the other room.

"Hey, Liz…" Alfred said, as the girl bent down to sniff at the paint on the bed.

"Yeah?"

"What were you offering Ludwig?"

She stood up and grinned hugely.

"Pictures!"

"Of what?"

"Well… Let's just say I have a couple of you here… Want a look?"

Ivan glared at the three, walking out. They were a waste of time.

This whole thing was pointless.

We'll never find Yao…

He sighed and sat down on one of the steps.

Now what do I do?

Ludwig stood outside, worried.

This is getting more out of hand every second…

There was the "Invisible Killer", who was still at large, there was Francis, who was dead, under his jurisdiction, there was the kidnapping which he had just been dragged into, there was Feliciano… and whatever was wrong with him at the moment… And his boss had just rung, asked him why the fuck he wasn't at the office, and told him to get over to some explosives expert and question him about what could have been used to blow up the museum. Some… Kiku Honda or something.

Ludwig got up, sighing.

What a day… Night… Whatever.

"Feliciano? Are you coming?"

"Ve~ Yes Ludwig!" The detective bounced over to the car, getting into the passenger's side.

"Liz! I have to go! Work stuff!"

"Sure! Seeya!"

He walked over to the car, got in, and drove off.

They spent the trip in silence. Feliciano was gzing out the window, a surprisingly reflective look on his normally happy face. Ludwig just stared at the road, trying as hard as he could to not look at the Italian man.

They got there quickly; it was only 20 kms away.

Ludwig got out of the car, still in silence.

He walked up to the door, Feliciano following behind him, absent-mindedly chewing on his thumb. Ludwig rapped on the door. A tall man with brown hair, and green eyes, in a tan jacket answered the door.

"Hello. Ludwig Beilschmidt, FBI. I'm looking for a Mr. Kiku Honda? In relation to a consulting matter…"

The man smiled slowly.

"Ah, yes, Kiku-sensei will be with you in just a moment… Excuse me. Please, come in!"

He opened the door for them and disappeared down a corridor. The house was well-designed, not opulent, but it was obvious that someone with money lived there. The walls were well-painted, the carpet thick and soft…

"Mr. Beilschmidt?"

Ludwig turned to see a young man walk up the corridor towards them.

He had short black hair cut in a straight fringe, black-brown eyes and pale skin.

He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a Japanese manga character printed on it, and the words "Naruto Shippuden".

"Welcome. My name is Kiku Honda."

(Knight: YES! JAPAN HAS ENTERED THE ARENA!

Yeah, so this was originally going to be a very short chapter, but after a while I realised that it would be REALLY LONG so I'm stretching it over two!

This chapter, chap 10, is dedicated to FearDaKitteh, as I said before, and I just want to say; THANK YOU ALL FOR STICKING WITH THIS LAME STORY!~~

And if you have ANY questions/comments/requests/suggestions PLEASE tell me! I never really know what I'm doing with this story until I come up with an idea and write it down, so PLEASE tell me if there is ANYTHING you want in this story!

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