This chapter is so important that I've decided to put EVERYONE'S POV in it. So yay! Besides if I just put the two captive's POVs, the chapter would be 100 words. Tops.
DISCLAIMER: Still do not own them
DAVID'S POV
'I'll have to thank Carol one of these days.' The doctor thought as he watched his punching bag as he attempted to swing at the invisible beings plaguing his mind with bound limbs.
Hallucinations. He had decided to be nice today. Although it was sad that he couldn't scream anymore. All the poisons have messed up this throat pretty bad; it's a miracle that he was still breathing. Although he wasn't really awake right now, still asleep. So they were more like nightmares. Again, not fun. He sighed.
The other one had become useless so he was simply rotting away in the cell. He was still in the same position the guard had left him in, crumpled to the ground against the wall. Sort of like a discarded wad of paper. 'Maybe one day we'll take out the trash.' He thought smugly. Speaking of which…where is Carol? S He looked around. He soon got bored with watching the nation and released him, dodging when the Italian attempted to take a swing at him. He ordered someone to take him back.
GERMANY'S POV
'You have no plan…at all.' His mind chided him as he looked out the window anxiously. He'd come to the decision of trusting Carol, unless given reason not to. But what were they going to do when they got there? Storm the place? Waltz in and take them?
He almost laughed at the stupidity of the latter. He looked at the other passengers in the taxi, the scenery outside the window getting old. Carol looked calm and relieved, happiness and peace in her eyes. He could only hope it was for a positive reason. His eyes went to Italy whose face held a determined expression, something akin to anger in his eyes. It was unnerving.
"We're here." Carol's voice rang out, taking the German out of his thoughts. Germany stepped out of the car and looked around. They were still in New York, but at a part they had already checked. Several times actually. It was an abandoned warehouse. The building itself screamed 'shady' the windows bricked shut, walls covered in crude graffiti and the door swinging on loose hinges. His blue eyes narrowed.
"What is the meaning of this?"
CAROL'S POV
She turned to answer, stopping suddenly at the glacial gaze from the German, freezing her in slight fear. "T-this is where we k-keep them a-and our operations." She stammered out.
"Ve~, we already looked here." Italy said airily, although a threat underlies the cheer.
She gulped. "I-I know. We w-watched you do it." She said, stumbling over her words again. Seeing the looks of disbelief and underlying threats, she quickly went inside, motioning the two to follow. Going towards the farthest wall she pushed heavily on the brick, part of it gradually opening. She didn't turn around as she headed down the stairs. Instead she continued talking, having gained her confidence back.
"You two are new employees. The reason you don't have a badge is simply because they haven't been made yet. You don't have uniforms because you haven't got them yet. The others should all be on break right now but there are always stragglers. That is your story. Got it?" she asked. She received no answer. "You have about an hour to look for, find, and save your friends. Find the back door when you do, it's usually unlocked." They finally got to the end and she scanned her key card. "Now go."
ITALY'S POV
The speech was unexpected, but understood. He gave a nod to Germany before heading off in a random direction. The underbelly of the building was white. Nothing but white: crisp, clean, and easy to stain white. Honestly, he's never felt more uneasy in his life.
White was supposed to be a color of innocence, but here it was somehow fear-inducing. He looked down at his shoes, they were black, the color of death suddenly saving him from fear. "Fratello?" he called softly. He turned a corner, finding himself in a somehow, even whiter room. There was an anesthetic smell in the air, reminding the Italian of a doctor's office. He shivered. At the other end of the room was a door. 'Staff Personnel Only.' It said. We're technically staff right now. He thought, pushing the door open.
For a fleeting moment, he was shown what was behind the door, a row of bars, cutting him off from whatever was inside. The door then clicked shut, locking him in complete darkness. Fear once again grabbed for him, making him whimper slightly. 'Stay strong for fratello.' He thought, his fingers grabbing blindly for the bars he saw earlier.
He felt along the metal bars, his fingers touching rust, smooth steel and something wet. He found a small metal plate, his fingers found a hole. For the key! He pulled on the bars surrounding the key hole and pulled. To his surprise the door swung open pretty easily. "Fratello?" he whispered again. Silence answered him. He pulled out his cell phone, shining the flash light around the room.
He immediately wished he hadn't.
His eyes were greeted with the sight of blood. It was everywhere, sprayed around in droplets. He looked down, his eyes landing on his brother. Or, what was left of him. His brother was thin, pale, and barely breathing. "Fratello?" he asked again, louder this time. He wanted to cry, scream, something! But that would be a bad idea. He held it in as he scooped up his brother, the body cold in his grasp. Lovino stirred slightly as he shifted into him for a more comfy position. "Don't worry fratello." Italy said. "We'll get you out of here."
GERMANY'S POV
The direction he picked was apparently the wrong one. It lead him through a labyrinth of hallways lined with doors that only opened up to offices. He eventually ended up going back the way he came. He went in another direction this time.
He was taken down a path that held more offices until he came to a door that opened up into a white room. A very white room. He crept to the door towards the back that said 'Staff Personnel Only'. He pushed open the door, holding it with his foot, and there he was. Behind the bars of what looked like some kind of cell was his brother.
He was unconscious. The body was a heap; bony and paler than usual. Germany felt a hard lump rise in his throat at the sight, lodging itself there and restricting his breathing. 'No.' he thought, pushing the lump down harshly. Moving his foot, he ran over to Prussia, thanking god the cell's door was swinging open. Germany grabbed his brother's wrists, praying to every deity he knew of that there would be a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. Faint, but very much there. It was beating erratically and off-beat. But Prussia's heart was beating, and right now, that was all that mattered to him. He gingerly picked up his bruder, feeling a warm, squishy liquid soak through his clothes, making an artwork of stains on his shirt. It didn't matter. This was a mission. A mission that wasn't complete yet.
He paused in his haste to exit the room, frowning at his own thought process. Is that all this was? A mission? A simple military exercise? Where did that leave Prussia?
No. he shook his head, ridding himself of the insecurities. He was saving a life, saving a country. He had to get Prussia to the entrance. For this wasn't 'Pass' or 'Fail'. It was Life and Death.
ITALY'S POV
He couldn't go back the way they came in. The door was locked with the same key card scanner they had seen Carol use to let them in. Shouldn't Carol have been at the door? Waiting for them? What if it was all a trap? He shook his head roughly, hoping to clear his head. He only succeeded with making himself dizzy. His brother shifted in his arm.
He looked down to see Romano's eyes open slightly, the irises glazed over. He glared at him as if to say 'leave me alone.' And then a dopey smile broke out on Romano's face. It was starting to scare him.
"Fratello? Fratello?" Italy looked down at the limp, frail body in his arms, hardly recognizable it as his brother. He felt his legs pump themselves faster and harder, going from a brisk walk to almost a frantic running; as the eyes of his brother began to flutter closed. "No. You have to stay awake." He said, his efforts proving futile when there was no reaction, Romano's eyes shutting completely. He felt warm tears well up in his eyes, dripping like rain onto his brother's cheeks. He was tempted to slap the pale bruised face. Just to hear Romano yell at him in his colorful tongue. He wanted to see that small smile or the smirk he gave when he knew something Italy didn't. He'd even settle for the customary scowl. Anything was better than the dopey grin glued to his face now.
Italy came to yet another door and stopped. Maybe I should wait… he thought. For Germany! He'll know what to do. Sliding to the ground, he rested Romano's head in his lap. He observed his brother's physical condition. His chest rose and fell painfully slow. He hit Romano's cheek lightly. "Fratello?" he whispered. No reaction. The tears began to fall faster, the dam he had built when this all started beginning to crack. He had to stay strong, for his fratello.
"Fratello…" he whispered again."You can't leave. How am I gonna run the country by myself? Who's gonna help Big Brother Spain with his garden? Who's gonna eat and cook with me?" he asked pulling Romano close, hoping for at least a heartbeat. There was no response, although he wasn't really expecting one. He pulled the lifeless body closer, still searching for that heartbeat. He almost jumped for joy when he found it. Very, very faint; but still pumping blood through his veins. That was good enough for him. He hugged his brother closer, the dam finally breaking and tears cascading down his cheeks and soaking his brother's dirty black tee shirt.
"Please…" he pleaded."Please don't die Fratello." He pleaded sniffling. "You can't die. You have to live. For our country. For me."
GERMANY'S POV
He had exited the room quickly, running into no one as he worked his way through the underground labyrinth. Carol said to meet her at the back door, which was usually unlocked. He found Italy sobbing over who he assumed was the Italian's brother. At first glance he looked dead, in no better condition to the Prussian in his arms.
Kneeling down with a sigh, he said, "Italy, we have to go. Carol is waiting outside." the Italian nodded and stood up with confidence. Standing himself, he pushed open the door that Italy was leaning against, standing aside to let his ally through. He couldn't help the small smile of triumph to cross his face when he felt the cool wind on his face. They had made it. Turning, the sight of Carol being held by a strange man, a gun held to her head, met his eyes.
NOBODY'S POV
"New employees?" he asked. The two at the door nodded, albeit hesitantly. "Ha! What kind of fool do you take me for? Hmm?" he asked.
"David, please! They don't belong here and we had no right to do what we did to them!" Carol yelled, struggling desperately.
"Why do you think I care?" David asked, pressing the barrel further into her temple. "I don't. They were simply there for my entertainment, my toys." He said. "Are you gonna play the mean old lady that takes them away from me?"
"Yes." Carol said, regretting ever putting this monster in charge of the project. She looked at the two nations standing in the door. "Go! There are two ambulances at the street. Run there and don't look back."
"But-"
"Go!" Carol yelled. "I'll be fine." she smiled reassuringly. "I promise." Italy still hesitated until his German friend gave him a light nudge. Then the two took off.
"No!" David yelled, anger running through his veins. He took the gun away from Carol's head, opting to shoot at the retreating figures of the nations. Germany cried out as a bullet grazed his shoulder, but he didn't allow it to effect his running.
"Italy!" he called. The ambulance was up ahead. They just had to get them a little farther. Paramedics rushed out, prepared to take the victims to the hospital. Germany was reluctant to part with his brother again, but was reassured that he could ride to the hospital with them.
Italy had at some point tightened his grip on his brother, not wanting him to be taken away soon. He just got him back! "You'll get to sit with him on the ride there." one nurse shouted. "His condition is steadily dropping." another said. Italy finally let go with a sigh, climbing into the ambulance sound of a gun going off filled the street.
"Is there anyone else back there?" Italy nodded. The paramedics nodded, some jumping off to go back to scene while calling for backup. The two ambulances they were in sped off.
RANDOM PARAMEDIC POV
"We need the police." His partner said as soon as they stepped onto the scene. He looked around, having to agree with her. There was blood everywhere, all of it surrounding a body in middle of the alley. It was coming from two bullet wounds, one in the victim's side, and the other in her head.
"Yeah…" he said with a low whistle."Hey look." There was a piece of paper in the lady's hand. On it, in all caps was the word 'PROOF'. He took it from her fingers and unfolded it. His eyes widened as his eyes scanned over the words.
To whom it concerns:
If you are a nation, I'm very sorry for the condition your friends are in. It was for advancements in medical research. I had assumed that taking two countries that didn't 'exist' anymore would've been the smart route to go. And it was going to be a simple ask permission and take blood samples kind of thing.
David, the man I had put in charge of the project, had other ideas. He kidnapped your friends and has tortured them. Nothing was accomplished. Not anything I had planned anyways. I'm very sorry.
If you are an Officer of the Law, please take the information in the envelope and bring David and anyone else associated with him to justice.
Sincerely, Carol Falls
Yay! Things are beginning to be cleared up! *claps* And this story is just about done! Have you enjoyed it so far?