A week went by. A window was installed so the bosses could view the fallen countries without actually entering the room. There were more instances of pain and screaming. Japan brought the clear boxes in. Almost everyone had fallen. Japan himself had a headache, and the only others still standing were Germany, England, Russia, and Prussia. All they could do was sit in a circle, waiting for something to happen. Japan passed out. The doc logged the time. England got a headache, and lay down in a bed next to America's. He fell unconscious. Russia stood up and walked over to where his sisters lay. He cried. There was no point to it, really. There was nothing they could do. Hopelessness floated through the room. Germany got a headache. He went and got into a bed next to Italy. Prussia grit his teeth. Russia left his sisters and sat next to him.
"Ironic that after all this time we would end up alone togeth-"Russia had started to voice something, but stopped abruptly. He got up from his chair and went to the bed between his two sisters. Prussia was alone, except for the doc and a nurse that had been brought in to help with injuries. Why did HE have to be the last one left? All of the others were in pain, and he had to watch! He began wandering around the room when he wondered: what if he was immune? He WAS dead, after all. He opened his mouth to ask the doc when the headache hit him. He closed his mouth again and went over to the last empty bed and waited for it to come. The world faded into blackness and he was aware of another presence within his mind. The nanovirus.
"He he! The last one! Does it PAIN you to see your brother, your friends, in such torment?" the nanovirus spoke in a strange accent, like a mix of all of the people in the world. Prussia did not respond to the nanovirus's question. In truth, he wasn't sure how to. The nanovirus seemed to take in the silence, considering it. Prussia really wasn't sure what would happen next. This thing was more of a psychopath than Russia. Finally it spoke again.
"No answer, hmm? Well that IS unfortunate. Well you do remember the pain your friends went through? Your turn!" there was a strange laughter and Prussia felt a tingle within his mind. The tingle soon developed into a migraine. He smirked at the nano virus. Well, mind smirked at least.
"Is that all you can do?" he really was hoping that was all it could do. The nanovirus made a laughing/choking sound.
"Just an appetizer! And here comes the main course!" Prussia was suddenly enveloped in a pain like no other. It surrounded him, a sharp pain, an aching pain, a burning pain, everything. It was like the entire world had suddenly decided to hate him. Prussia screamed. He had never felt this before, and it could not possibly be any worse…could it? As if reading his mind, the nanovirus upped the pain level. Normally Prussia would have passed out by now, but seeing as how he was "unconscious" already, he felt eternally in pain. All he could do was try to escape. He was vaguely aware of his limbs flopping around on the bed. How unawesome. And something occurred to him. Italy had experienced this? Italy was weak! How... how… better not to think. The nanovirus upped the pain level again.
There was no way to tell how long it had lasted. Prussia was unable to do anything, just listen to the mad ravings of the virus inside of him and thrash around in pain. Seconds, minutes, hours, days… all the same. Finally, something changed. The world around him was no longer empty. He could see. The pain subsided. The doc was standing next to his glass box, checking his vitals. Prussia attempted to talk to him, but his body would not cooperate. He saw Germany out of the corner of his eye. He was still. Prussia wished he could talk to him, talk to ANYONE. Poor America… how long had he lived through this?
People came and went, different bosses, various others who knew about the existence of the countries. The peace lasted only a day. The nano virus forced Prussia and the others to sit up, and then it spoke.
"So now they are all here. Time for stage three." Anger filled Prussia. STAGE THREE? What now? He had already endured the pain, what more could there be? He felt his own arms move. Stupid virus, controlling his body. His arms rose higher. What was it doing? His hands grabbed his throat and began to choke him. The other nations were doing the same. It meant to kill them all.