Francis was dragged into the room by his arms.
He was forced to look up at the man sitting in his chair like it was a throne.
"Russia!" he yelled in anger. "I KNEW it!"
The madman smiled at him.
"I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out," he said with a smirk. "It really vasn't zat hard."
"But you're one of us! Why are you doing zis?"
The man paused and looked deep in thought before answering.
"I never liked any of you. You vere much too poverful. Even Italy vas too strong for me." He smiled again. "So I decided zat I needed to veaken you dovn."
"For what?" Francis demanded.
Russia's smile grew more evil and deranged than he had ever seen it before.
"I still vant to be ze strongest country in ze world."
Francis thought he knew what he meant by that but he hoped he was wrong.
"How do you intend to do zat?"
Russia leaned close to Francis's face.
"I am going to rebuild ze Soviet Union and make it even stronger than before by taking over all of Europe. You four vere going to be some of ze hardest to 'persuade' so I took a different course of action. Ze little countries like Liechtenstein and Austria will be a pushover compared to you."
"Do you really zink zat Vash is going to let you take his little sister over? And Roderich is his old best friend. If you attack either of zem, Vash will end his neutrality and destroy you."
"That's vhy I already made arrangements for little Svitzy," Russia replied with a demonic grin.
He nodded to one of the doctors.
The man dropped Francis's arm and walked out of the room through a door on the left.
The other doctor tightened his grip so Francis was unable to escape.
It was quiet in the room while they waited for the other doctor to return.
The sound of dragging feet and muffled insults announced the approach of the man.
The door was thrown open and the doctor was illuminated by the light of the hallway.
He was clutching the upper arm of a man who was severely beaten and bloody.
It would have been impossible to tell who the man was until he spoke.
"Hey! What do you want?" he yelled at Russia.
Russia just stared at him calmly.
"Hello Svitzerland."
"Shut up!" he roared. "Let me go! I have nothing to do with whatever plot you have with the rest of the world!"
Russia laughed quietly before standing up, pipe in hand.
"You may zink zat Svitzy," he said in a cheerful tone, knowing how much it would make the other man mad for the use of his sister's nickname for him, "but you actually stand in ze vay of vhat I vant."
He walked up to the other man and peered into his face.
"And how am I doing that?" he demanded with a furious face.
"Even zough you're neutral, you still protect two of ze countries I vant."
Recognition gleamed in Switzerland's eyes and he started trying harder to get to the country in front of him.
"Lichtenstein and Austria aren't going to help you at all! They aren't very strong themselves, but they will never let themselves be taken over by you!" he spat.
Russia's face darkened and the pipe in his hand struck out at the wounded man.
It hit him in the face and blood spilled out of his mouth.
Switzerland glared at Russia.
"Take him back to vhere you found him," he ordered the man holding him without breaking his eyes away from the other's gaze.
The doctor dragged Switzerland out of the room and Russia turned around as the now familiar crying filled the room again.
His eyes burned with rage.
Francis, on the other hand, had gone pale.
"Is zat-?" he started but couldn't finish.
Russia walked over to a baby and picked it up.
"How do you make zis zing shut up?" he demanded as he shoved the baby in Francis's face.
"Is-Is zat Sourcils?" he gasped.
"Vhat?"
"Is zat mon fils? My son?"
"Da."
Francis felt his heart catch fire as he stared at the son that had been missing and struggled to get to Russia.
"Give me him back!" he screamed. "You had no right to take him!"
"Nyet," Russia said simply. "Just tell me how to make it shut up! Hitting it just makes it cry louder!"
Francis stared at him.
"You-You hit my son?"
"It vouldn't shut up!"
"Have you fed him? Changed his diaper? Anyzing?"
Russia looked confused.
"Nyet. Vhy vould I?"
"Because zat's what you need to do to keep him happy!"
Russia didn't say anything for a few moments.
"Let go of his arm and cut zem loose," he ordered the other doctor.
"Are-Are you sure?"
Russia glared at him.
"I just told you to do somezing."
The man gulped and quickly cut the bonds around Francis's arms.
"You vill take of ze baby so I vill not hear it and it vill stop crying."
He handed Francis the baby.
Francis clutched his son tightly to his chest and cradled him gently.
It had been far too long since he had seen him.
Sourcils looked up at him and seemed to recognize him.
He stopped crying and cooed a little while trying to grab the edge of Francis's beard.
"Je t'aime, Sourcils," he whispered. "I love you."
Sourcils smiled at him and Francis managed to smile back.
'Now if Peureux and Arthur can just get better and we can get out of here, everything will be back to normal,' he thought sadly.
AN: Francis has Sourcils again! Yay!
But did you guess that it was Russia? I thought it was rather obvious...but then again I knew who it was...
And Switzy wasn't supposed to be in this but when I was writing I thought of talking about Liechtenstein and him being so protective of her, he wasn't going to let anything happen to her.
And I just love Switzy! He's my favorite character!
Anyway! See ya soon!