**A/N: Sorry everyone for not writing a whole long anymore. Life just gets in the way sometimes. But hopefully these next few months I'll be able to put up the last few chapters here.**

*On the Island, England's room.*

"God save the Queen, I just want to go home. I miss my own bloody bed." Knock knock, England looked towards the door hoping it's not who he thinks it is.

"Come in!" The door opens and a woman walked in. This is probably another slave here or a maid or something. Anyways the poor thing having to be here and work under those barbarians. England thought as the woman came towards him.

The woman had her head down the whole time, as if scared and not wanting to make anyone mad, "Sir I'm supposed to get you ready to see the Master. I'm to tell you that there is a surprise in store for you."

"If it's coming from the Master Fuckface, then I don't want it." England put a lot of emphasize on the name he gave his capture. Even though the maid had her head down still, he could tell she was trying to hold back a laugh.

"Please sir, I must get you ready or the Master will be upset with me. So please this way."

"Well, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. So, let's get this nightmare over with." He walked over the huge closet where she started pulling out what must be what he was supposed to be wearing. He sat on the chair like she instructed him to, and when he watched her reach up to grab something; he was able to see her back.

"Excuse me Miss ?..." He trailed off hoping she would answer with her name.

"Aayla." "Alright Miss Aayla, may I ask how you got those scars on your back?"

"Oh, well, umm, when you don't do what you are supposed to do, or do how they want something done the way they want," she points at her back, "this is how you are punished. And this isn't the worse of the punishments. There can be far worse, especially for us female slaves. You can be the judge of that punishment."

England just sat there with his mouth open in awe about the treatment these people had to go through. But he was also in awe about how freely Aayla talked about the punishments and treatment here. She wasn't afraid. "Aayla, I'm sorry that you have to go through that. I can't image your day to day life." Aayla gave him a thanks for saying that kind of smile. "Now sir, stand up and ill help you get dressed for the meeting."

*In the dungeon*

It was dark, wet, and smelled of rotting flesh. America knew he was underground somewhere, he went to stand up and he felt something heavy on his wrists. He had about 15ft of chain that was attached to the ground. Well at least I can move a little bit, but where in Sam's hell am I and how did I get here? The last thing America remembers was he spotted the island at the edge of the cliff and then it went dark. He reached behind his head and felt a huge welt starting to form. "Well, safe to say I know what knocked me out then. Now next puzzle, where the hell am I.

"You're in the palm of my hands to do whatever I want with. You have no say." America thought, "Who the hell said that? Where is the little shit that was talking?" America got up and started walking towards the door until his chains reached their limits. America looked down at the chains with a worried and angry look.

"Well, well, well. Look how the great America is chained up and having to take orders from someone else to stay alive. Haven't you been here before America?"

"Alright you coward come out of the shadows and face me! What do you want from me and were you the one that took England!" The man comes out of the shadows, but the man only has his eyes showing. Those piercing blue eyes, that can see right through your soul.

"Oh yes, England. He's upstairs waiting to see me. You'll see each other again soon, but I have some other plans for you, both of you." The man in the shadows started to walk away, but not before he got the last word. "To be honest, I'm surprised that it's taking you this long to figure out who I am."

Again, America was left alone in the dark with his thoughts. Well at least Iggy is alive, although we both aren't safe yet. How the hell is this guy? It has to be someone that both me and Iggy pissed off, although that could be a lot of people. Worry about that later, right now get Iggy and get the hell out of here. America looked around at what he could in the dark to see if there was something that he could use to break the chains or anything. As he was thinking, he heard someone coming down the stairs and heading towards him. America was hoping it would be anything other than a ghost, he didn't want to have to deal with that right now.

"Who's there!?" America yelled

"Ssssshhh, they will hear you! You must be quiet. My name is Aayla, I'm a slave here and I've been helping your possible friend. I can help you guys get out of here, but there is one catch." America thought, "Of course there's always a freaking catch!" "Alright what is it?"

"I want your word that you will take me with. I've been living here since I was small, I want out of this life and somewhere better."

"Alright, I'll do it. Just get me to Ig-England."

America heard Aayla moan in agreement. He felt something go to the floor and slide across the stone floor and hit his feet. He picked it up and felt it, it was an iron lock pick for the chains. Aayla started to go over the plan that she had overheard. "Use this lock down here to set yourself free. But they are going to come and get you soon to take you upstairs for when the Master and your friend are going to be meeting. So, make it look like you are still chained up and everything, play the part. You will know when to start attacking. Spot will be coming down to get you. That's all I heard though, I don't know what the Master has in mind for you or your friend, but if I learned anything. It's that those meetings are never ever good."

"Thank you Aayla, does England have any weapons or plans?" "No, it would be to noticeable on him, it's all going to be up to you. Shouldn't be too hard right? I heard you are quite the hero!"

Aayla left and America got to work on making his acting awesome. She just had to give him an ego boost. But she was right, he was the hero and he needed to save the most important person to him. Suddenly, he heard louder footsteps come down and stop in front of the cell. He heard the cell door open and he felt his chains get removed from the ground. He also didn't see Spot come at him with a sack that suddenly went over his head and now he couldn't see. Since it was dark, America wasn't able to see that Spot was about to take out his legs; but now he was on the ground and he was being dragged to wherever this meeting was going to be held.

*England at the doors of the main room of the castle. *

England stood there at the big wooden doors and thought of the monster that was on the other side. This is absolute bullshit, I just want to ring this bastards throat and find Alfred. England took a deep breath and was about to push on the doors to open them when they opened by themselves. Alright, creepy level just went up another level, England thought as he walked in looking all over for an escape route if needed.

There was no one there, this is the room I was supposed to be in. England didn't see Abbey coming up behind him with a burlap sack in her hand going for his head. Before he could turn around his vision was covered, and he was taken to the ground and couldn't move.

*The main room of the castle. *

"Alright, I think it's time we can take the sacks off their heads. Let's see how this game plays out." Abbey and Spot nodded in agreement and moved over to the two men that were facing each other. Abbey counted down to do it at the same time. 1…2…3…. remove!

England and America had the bags ripped off their heads and shook their heads to get adjusted to the sunlight.

"England!?" England's eye opened wide looking at the ground still. He looked up, "America!?" They both had a sudden relief look on their faces knowing now that both of them were still alive…for now anyways.

"Well now that you guys have seen each other now; let's get down to business." Both men looked to the right side of the room and saw a man dressed nicely, but still covering his face minus his eyes.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll let us go right NOW-aaahh!" America felt a sharp pain on his back and he could feel blood dripping down his back. He turned around and saw the girl that had led him through the woods. Wait she's working for him! Omg I was led into this! Son of a bitch! She had a whip in her hands and an evil smirk on her face.

"Oh yea, forgot to mention. Whenever either one of you guys says something that I don't want to hear or any threats; my friends will show you my distaste. Do I make myself clear?" The Master turned his head over his shoulder and looked at America, he saw America's anger and smirked at it. "Good, now again. Business."

England speaks up, "What do you want?"

The Master had his back to them and looked out the window while talking, "What I want is what every other country wants. To be recognized, to be treated as an equal, to have allies, and be able to trade and expand with others. I want to have more people come to this country, I want to be able to grow and see children run around living their lives."

"Then why don't you claim yourself a country, come to my home and we can get you started and help you become part of the United Nations." America said, hoping that was something this guy wanted to hear. Unfortunately, it wasn't, America got two whips to the back and he winced in pain and felt more blood running down his back. He looked back up at England, who had a worried, horrified look on his face. America gave him a small smile and mouthed to him It's okay, I'm okay. England nodded at him knowing America was never really going to admit that he was in pain or wanting it to stop. The Master turned around with his fists clenched, "I've been to the United Nation assembles, no one every listened to me. I sit there and want to be recognized and no one ever does. No one wants to do business with me at all, I go and feck the water for everyone and it's like I'm a servant. Well no more!"

England and America looked at each other with realization on who they were dealing with. They both yelled looking at the Master, "SEALAND!"

The Master didn't turn around and just smirked out the window and thought, Finally.

*A/N: So this is where I will end this chapter. I do apologize for the long waiting. School, work, life, etc. UGH. Hard to find time to relax and enjoy my time. So let me guys know what you think and I'll keep them coming; but we are getting to the end of the story. *