Germany moved the gun to point at Italy again.
The other's eyes widened.
"N-No!"
The trigger moved back.
The door burst open again.
"Germany! No!"
The man was surprised and flinched; the shot soaring inches over Italy's head.
He turned angrily to see who had interrupted him and grinned.
"You." Arthur was standing in the doorway, Alfred and Matthew behind him. "Oh look. You brought the whole family with you. Now the bitch won't be alone."
Arthur's face went red and he stormed into the room.
"Don't call him that! And let him go!"
"Nein."
He pulled out his own gun and pointed it in Germany's face.
"You aren't the only one with a weapon here, you know."
Germany's smile didn't falter.
"But you're the only one with something to lose." He nodded over the man's shoulder. "Isn't that right bruder?"
Prussia's laugh echoed around the room.
"Ja. Though I thought it would be harder than this."
"Harder than… what?" Arthur asked nervously.
Germany grinned.
"Look for yourself."
Arthur turned around slowly and his eyes widened.
Alfred was struggling to break free from the chains that kept him bound to the wall and Prussia, sick grin and all, held Matthew tightly with a gun under his chin.
"D-Don't…" Arthur whimpered helplessly. "Please don't hurt him…"
Prussia laughed again.
"Bringing them here was foolish. Coming here at all was foolish. The bitch is ours and we aren't in the mood to give it up."
"No! We came here to bring him home and we aren't leaving without him!"
The albino sighed and stroked the side of Matthew's face with the gun.
"That's too bad…he had such a pretty face…now it's going to be all over the walls."
Alfred's eyes widened hugely and he started struggling harder.
"N-Nein…" a cracked and broken voice pleaded quietly. "N-Not m-mein…s-sohn…"
They all turned to see that Francis had awoken.
"Hey! The bitch is up!"
Francis didn't even flinch at the horrible word.
"B-Bitte…b-bitte…b-bitte…"
Germany's eyes grew cold and he picked up a knife, slashing his cheek open.
"Stop saying that!"
Francis barely winced.
"B-bitte…b-bitte…b-bitte…"
Germany's eyes hardened and he kept slashing.
"I-I w-will s-stay…j-just l-let h-him g-go…"
The man stopped.
"Gut."
He turned back around to the others.
"Get them out of here bruder."
Prussia stroked Matthew's face again.
"But he's so cute bruder…so…delicate…" He looked up. "Can we keep him? Just him? Bitte?"
Germany considered it.
"N-Nein!"
He nodded.
"Ja. Just this one. All the others…" He turned to glare at Italy who pulled Austria closer. "Must leave…"
"N-Nein!" Francis started crying. "N-Nein! N-Not m-mein s-sohn!"
Germany ignored him and grabbed Arthur's wrists to keep him in place, and twisted them harshly.
Prussia dragged Matthew out of the room, grin wide on his face.
The sound of two snaps echoed around the room and Arthur yelled in pain.
"S-Stop! B-Bitte!"
Germany grabbed his arms and kept twisting, deranged smile on his face.
"H-Herr! S-Stop!" Francis cried harder. "B-B-Bitte…"
Prussia came back a while later and unlocked Alfred, holding his wrists tightly before he could attack.
"Don't even try it," he hissed.
He started for Arthur.
"I-I'm n-not…d-done…" he struggled to say.
Arthur quickly pulled out a second gun and shot Germany in the face.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he let go of Arthur's other wrist to fall backwards.
Prussia screamed in fury and reached for his own but Arthur beat him to it and shot him in the chest.
Alfred wrenched his wrists free and hurried to Arthur's side.
"A-Are you okay?"
He nodded slowly.
"It's just my wrists…they'll heal."
Turning slowly, Arthur looked down at Francis.
"We need to get him out of here…"
Alfred was looking at the ceiling above them.
"We need to get Mattie too…"
"Go find him. I can get Francis out of here by myself."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded.
"O-Okay then…"
Alfred ran up the stairs and out of the room.
Italy was crying with Austria's head in his lap and Arthur crouched down in front of him.
"I'll help you get him to safety."
He looked up and nodded slowly.
"G-Grazie…"
Arthur nodded also before biting his lip and moving over to Francis.
"Francis…are you okay?"
Francis blinked slowly and raised his face to Arthur's.
"Sind sie verletzt?"
Arthur's eyes widened.
"W-What? F-Francis wh-what are you saying? Wh-Why are you speaking German?"
"Sind sie verletzt?" he just repeated.
"N-No…I'm fine." He reached forward and gently touched Francis's bleeding cheek. "But you are in no condition to be asking how I am…"
Alfred came in then, holding Matthew closely around the waist.
The boy was clad in only Alfred's shirt.
"W-What happened?"
Matthew was clutching Alfred tightly and crying into his brother's shoulder; Alfred was trying to calm him down.
'Tell you later', he mouthed.
Arthur nodded and looked around for the keys to Francis's chains.
"Over here."
Alfred tossed them to Arthur and he got to work letting Francis out.
When the last chain was unlocked, Francis collapsed to the ground.
"Francis!" Arthur quickly picked him up. "We need to get you out of here...now!"
Italy picked Austria up.
"I can show you the way out…"
"Thank you Italy."
He nodded and led them up the stairs.
AN: HE'S FINALLY OUT! :D
So...who saw that coming? And what happened to Mattie? Was he hurt or worse?
Find out in the next (and last!) chapter! Coming soon!
See ya then!