Chapter 11

America's POV

I watched in silence as Belarus continued to chain me up, I made no attempt to fight or struggle, the knife always staying in Natalia's hand. I knew without my sword I was powerless, and if she killed me now I would have no way of continuing my reign as king. At least if she left me tied up I could plot my escape, there was no way I could do that if I was dead.

Belarus smiled at me darkly when she had finished. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I would love to stay and keep you company, but I have a job to do." She blew me a mocking kiss, chuckling evilly before leaving the room. I continued to hear the troops march through the building, destroying it, tearing things off the wall and breaking anything they could. Silly humans, did they really believe I couldn't rule without my castle? I was quite the capable king; I could do whatever I wanted.

I looked down at my bindings. Belarus for the most part had recycled the ones that she wore only a few minutes ago. She had handcuffed my writs together, and places a tight chain around my legs, which were held in place with a big steel lock. She had done well with chaining me up; I couldn't move if I tried, her only mistake however was not handcuffing my arms behind my back. I smiled as my hand sat together on my lap. This would be easy to escape from. I bent my knees, and brought them to my chest, feeling as the metal dug through my clothes in to my skin, the pain seemed to scream out in protest, but I ignored it and placed the handcuffs on the bottom of my shoes. I took a calming breath before kicking my feet out with all my might and breaking the chain that connected the two handcuffs.

I smiled looking at my now free hands. This was all too easy. I flipped on to my stomach and then used my arms to crawl across the room to my throne where my sword rested. Another mistake Belarus had made, she had forgotten to take the sword. Maybe she had figure there was no way I would be able to get all the way across the room to retrieve it, yet another mistake, underestimating my power. As I approached the throne, I reached my arm up and grabbed the sword, feeling as my power began to rush back into me. I chuckled this had been a really clever plan, I had to give them that, but sadly they had underestimated me, and for that their fun had to end.

I placed the sword next to me as I flipped in to a sitting position. Once I was upright, I took the sword and slowly placed it under the chains that bound me. I moved the blade slowly and carefully, being wary of my body. Once the sword was in place, I pause closing my eyes, and breathed slowly, ignoring all of the distractions that seemed to rush through the building. I found my center core and without another thought I gripped the sword will all of my might and stroked upward with the blade, I ignored as I felt as the chains seemed to tighten on my legs, marking them and bruising them. I continued to use all of my force until I heard the happy sound of metal breaking. I opened my eyes now and gazed down at all the now broken chains. I quickly placed my sword back into the leather sheath that still hung at my belt, and then pulled the rest of chains off of my legs.

When I was finally free I stood up, despite the pain that protesting in my aching legs, and crept my to the door, not wanting to draw any attention. I silently pulled my sword out and kept it close to my side. I watched as the humans ran past, I was guessing that they had orders to secure the servants, poor bastards there was no way they were going to be able to leave with the servants without orders from me.

I waited watching the humans go by, there was no need to attacking them, I knew there was no way they were doing this on their own, they were nothing but pawns, what I really wanted was the king. I knew Belarus was not smart enough to plan this whole thing out on her own, after all she hung on every word her brother said and it's not like he was the world's smartest guy either, there had to be a higher power in this plan, after all she was maybe a knight or bishop at best, there had to be a bigger mastermind behind the plan. I smiled as fate seemed to send me an answer as England walked into view. Just the man who I was waiting for, without another thought I jumped out from behind the door way armed with my sword in the air. I saw him as he looked over surprised, I had caught him off guard, there was no way he would be able to defend himself now. I shouted with victory as my blade inch closer, when all of a sudden something I had not expected made its way, intercepting my blade's path to the poor Brit's heart.

"No!" he shouted jumping in front. I gasped surprised seeing my blade begin to slice through his shoulder. Blood seemed to explode from his wound and I heard Native America scream as she materialized at my side, what the hell was he doing? This was the second time he had double crossed me!

Canada's POV

I felt Russia's grip tighten around my neck as I felt any remaining oxygen exit from my body.

"Answer, or die a painful death!" he order. My hands went up to the place where his gripped my throat, trying to pull it off, anything, I just needed to breathe. I felt my head go light.

"C-can't…b-breath," I gaped out; his eyes grew hard as he considered my words. He paused a moment before throwing my body down against the nearest wall. I felt pain explode into my body as my back hit the wall, and then once again as my body finally fell to stone ground. I cough feeling the wind get knocked out of me. I looked up at Russia, in time to see him smile before he kicked me so hard I went from laying on my stomach to laying on my back.

"Now, you will answer me, da." He said smile a smile so dark it scared the shit out of me.

"She-she is safe, I made sure of it," I told him. I saw his eyes soften a bit before they hardened again with anger and hate.

"Safe? You think that is funny don't you? She isn't safe! You killed her! She is dead! And as if it wasn't enough for you to just take her life; you had to take her soul too! Now she roams the Earth, a mockery of what she used to be! How about this though, we make a trade, you took her life, now I get to take your life, then we will be even, da!" He said his voice seemed eviler than I have ever heard it, I felt myself afraid of him just on his voice alone, his words just seemed to strike even more fear into me. I had no reason to fear death, after everything I have witnessed, death would at least be a peaceful rest, but knowing that he would be delivering it made me genuinely afraid.

"Please, please, I can help!" I shouted finding myself begging. "I have a theory…of how to bring the servants back! I can't restore their souls, but I think I know a way of at least getting them to feel again!" I shouted, I knew it wasn't fair for me to not want to die, after all, I had killed a innocent man and witnessed the death of my girlfriend, and then rather than mourning her I consumed her soul, and yet to top it all off, I was not too guilty about consuming the souls, in fact, I still had a craving for more souls, a sort of part of me that just yearned for more power, yet I found myself begging for my life, giving everything I had left.

Russia paused for a moment, considering what I had to offer, before the smile returned to his face, and he removed his bloody metal faucet pipe from inside his jacket. "I'm sorry," he said. "We don't want your help." His voice sounded so could and hateful, almost like death it's self, yet the smile on his face seemed almost mocking, as if it were all just a game and he had just won. He raised the pipe over his head ready to strike, and I closed my eyes, waiting to feel the pain as I received penance for my sins.

"No Russia, don't!" I heard his voice call. His voice sounded like an angel in comparison to what Russia's was only moments ago. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of the Britannia Angel himself, England. He was dressed in his normal military clothes, far from the garb that the actual Britannia Angel wore, but all the same he had just saved my life and I was in debt. "If you kill him then we will only be that much farther from finding out how to save your sister, we need him." Russia paused and looked at him disappointed and then glared at me.

"However Canada," England said looking down at me. "Give us any reason, fight us in any way, and I won't hesitate in letting Russia have his way. This is your only warning."

"I won't fight you," I told him. "I have been fighting for your side from the beginning." He nodded, not really convinced but all the same offered me his hand. I took it as he helped me get to my feet; I felt my body scream in protest from my previous beating. I walked with England through the hall as he began to explain the plan.

"America is in the throne room, according to what Belarus said, he should be chained up, and initially what we are planning here is to collect all of America's victims and try and find a cure from their current situation, also to take America in to custody, he has now become a criminal of the world and we need to figure out what we are going to do to him." He paused and glanced at me. "You are considered to be more of his accomplice, so you are not exactly innocent either, but I am sure if you genuinely help, we might be able to cut you a deal in the end."

I nodded, not really concerned with my fate, I would take whatever I could get, though I knew I deserved much more. Britain and I continued to walk in silence. "You know, I never really wanted to hurt anyone," I told him, I felt more like I wanted more for him to believe me than really wanting to get everyone to believe that I am still a good person. I just wanted him to not see me as a criminal, despite all that I have done, he was still the man that raised me, and I don't think I could live with him hating me. England looked at me his green eyes soft.

"I guessed as much, America seems to have a way of controlling people, making them do thing that they don't want to, but still…," England said cutting off. I knew what he meant; I still had some fault over all of this.

I knew he would probably want to handle America by himself and have everyone else handle the servants, I saw as he made his way to the throne room, only further proving my theory. I could see the throne room from where we were, it was only a few steps further down the hall, I saw as England quickened his pace, I knew he would not feel at rest until he knew that America could not attack anyone. I saw as he began to approach the door way, only a few feet away, and my instincts began to scream at me. He's in danger, He's in danger, I tried to rationalize my thoughts, saying that everything was fine and that America was tied up, there was no way he could hurt anyone, but that didn't stop my feet from moving faster, trying to catch up with him. Then with a flash I saw as my entire world began to freeze and move in slow motion. I saw as Alfred, who had been hiding behind the doorway, clearly not tied up, jumped out, armed with the sword. I saw as he got closer and closer to England. The sword raised and ready to kill, I knew what it meant if that sword hit me, I knew what would happen, but I wasn't going to let it happen again, I wasn't going to let another person's life slip through my hands, I launched my body. I heard as Russia shouted behind me in an unknown language. He tried to grab me, to stop me, but I moved too fast, it wasn't until I was actually hit, that I realized I was shouting. Everything seemed so clouded and muffled, like I was having an out of body experience, I barely even felt it as the sword cut through my shoulder.

I also began to hear a very familiar voice; it was a woman's voice. One that I knew well, but at the same time it was completely strange to me, she was screaming with fear, I looked to see her, to what danger was attacking her, but I saw nothing, there was no women, and there was no danger, but where was the screaming coming from. My head began to hurt as the world then rushed to catch up with my actions, I felt the pain stab in to my shoulder and I cried out in agony, yet I felt no regret for my actions, huh, maybe I was not as bad of a person as I thought.