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The meeting room was in chaos, paniked nations were shouting and capitals where pointlessly trying to gather information. Prussia was squished against the wall, watching carefully; he was very close to panic himself but knew if he freaked out every capital would freak out.
The Asians were grouped around their capitals and letting no one near them, America and Russia were standing next to a still-weak Mexico with Canada hovering nervously about. Berlin was huddled next to Germany, chewing her bottom lip pensivly.
As Latvia was sobbing into Lithuania's shoulder Berlin finally jumped to her feet.
"BE QUIET!" She bellowed and the room froze, Germany felt a tug of pride, he smiled, "All capitals report information."
Ottowa stood, "Capitals kidnapped include, Washinton D..C., Mexico City, Moscow and Riga. There is no information we can gather from any of the crime scenes except this," he produced a small baggy with a tiny scrap of black cloth. ,"All four managed to press their panic buttons in time but according to Prussia we lost the singal. Meaning they could have smashed them or we lost the signal." Berlin pursed her lips.
"How possible is it that either would happen?"
"Nearly impossible, those were fashioned to withstand a nuclear assult, the only other option is that they dropped of the face of the planet." The nations stayed silent.
"Rome, Stockholm, I want you to go through your perspective maficas and see if you can find any leads that way." She turned to Warsaw, "Warsaw, Paris, Copenhagen and Minsk, start prepping your shelters. Vilnius, go try to find Riga's shelter. Try to find the location they might be held at because I think we all know who did this." There was scuffling while the capitals ran about to prepare, "Remember to be armed and armoured at all times. I don't want to risk any more getting captured." The room began to buzz again as the nations began to aruge with their children.
"It's dangerous out there," complained Denmark, unwilling to relinquish his son, "If theses guys are after us then we'll have to protect out kids." Berlin fixed him with an impereous scowl and the room held it's breath.
'Mr. Denmark, please take into account each and every one of us have survived this long on our own, fighting and working they same way to you do. Do not presume to patronize us simply becuase we look younger. Now let go of Copenhagen so he can get to work." Denmark gave her and odd look but finally let go.
"You know who did this?" The remaining capital's all turned to Berlin for guidence, she nodded looking slightly ill.
"Sit down, let me explain."
D.C. woke up, predictably, strapped to a long table with blazing bright lights surrounding her.
"Hello Miss D.C., it's been far too long," The American twitched as a very familiar face leaned over her. It was at least 30 years aged, sagging eyelids, wrinkles but the familiar malice still shown from dull brown eyes., "How are you doing today," D.C. gritted her teeth at the womans patronizing tone, mocking the doctors the capital took such pride in.
"You seem to still have that lovely little gash on your eye," With deft fingers the woman pulled the eyepatch off D.C.'s face, "It healed up well," D.C.'s one working eye narrowed, "Let me get a look at your leg now," D.C. clenched her teeth together as she prodded her wound with a sharp little stick,
"AAAAAAAAAAA!' She screamed, straining against the binding. The woman cackled with delight and drove the metal even further into wound.
When Berlin was done speaking the nations looked slightly ill. But the capitals seemed to be waiting for something, it was entirly clear who it was until the door slammed open. Romania entered and Hungary growled in annoyance but all the adults stopped moving at the figure who followed right after him. The person was short and wearing a very heavy looking black cloak the covered every inch of their body.
"Bucharest," Berlin gave a sinister grin, "glad you could join us." The hood bobbed up and down again, "I presume you know of the situation?" Another bob "Are you willing to help?" The silence was thick with anticipation as the teens waited, the nations were very confused but said from behind the cloak got heavier but Bucharest nodded.
Relief flooded the room but their joy was short lived, "If you want me to fight I shall need substanence." Germany winced at the sound of a snake like voice crawling over his eardrums, raspy and smooth it sent shivers sprawling down his back.
Berlin nodded, "Take the cloak off, there is no sunlight to bother you here." As she spoke two very pale hands emerged from the sleeves and lifted the hood down. Hungary ignored Romania's gleeful cackling to stare. Bucharest was pale as snow, smooth white skin and a pair of blood red eyes sparkled mischieviously from below a regal brow. But the most frightening part of this odd capitals coutanence was a pair of unnaturally sharp canines proturding from her upper lip.
"Berlin, you know I cannot fight unless I have feasted," Bucharest's eyes flicked around the room and settled on Hungary. She flinched and inched backward from the Romanian capital, "Where is he?" Berlin shook her head in annoyance.
"To your left," Bucharest glanced over and a grin stretched across her face.
"Budapest, my love why are you hiding?" The Hungarian capital sighed and threw back his shoulders.
''Come on Bucharest," he marched over to her side and glowered down. Austria put a hand on Hungary's shoulder to restrain his wife, "Just get it over with." He pulled down his collar and exposed his tan throat. Hungary would have luanched herself across the room but Budapest waved her away.
"Its okay mom," he offered no more while Bucharest advanced.
"Are you sure?"He glanced down at her, she gave a frightening smile.
"Yes," he closed his eyes and swallowed nervously. Bucharest sidled up to him and wrapping his arms around his chest pulled him down to her height and sank her teeth into his neck.
The nations watched with growing horror and Hungary had to be restrained from attacking while Romania looked on with pride. Budapest went limp against the Romanian as she finally extracted her fangs, blood oozed from the side of her mouth and she licked it up. Budapest slumped to the floor, leaning against the vampire but she kept a tight grip on his shoulders. To everyone's (except the capitals) surprise she leaned down a kissed the nearly comatose Budapest. Hungary yelled in indignation and Romania looked ready to stab the already drained capital. When Budapest finally fainted Hungary rushed over and gathered her into his arms and shot a look of utter loathing at Bucharest who ignored her in favor for turning to Berlin.
"I am ready."
Riga had seen 9,456 little drops of water fall from the piping above his cage, by his estiment the puddle that had formed already had 10,554 little drops so that wasn't a very big puddle. After having woken up several hours earlier he amused himself by watching the water fall. The cage, which did not have enough leg room for him to stretch out or stand up, was small, rusty and very, very cold. He was trapped in the middle of an empty concrete room with eight gaurds at differnt points, four watching out and four watching in. There had been no interaction from the guards, no food and no bathroom breaks. Determind to hold onto his dignity he would not beg for either.
"I am surprised," his head shot up as the door slammed open to reveal a very soldier like man, "that the famous Riga has not escaped already." Riga growled, his hands were tied, mouth gagged and feet handcuffed to one of the bars. "I guess the men are getting smarter." The man was, tall, broad shouldered with brown hair in a buzz cut, hazel eyes pinned the young capital down.
"Now let us get down to buisness," he clicked his pen and glanced down at his clipboard. "But first," he motioned to a man," take the gag off, We can't speak if he's tied." Two guards nervously approached, one held something that looked distubingly like a cattle prod and held it at the ready while the shorter one reach in and yanked the duct tape off quickly. Riga yelped and went to bite the mans hand when electicity jolted through his body.
"ARRRGGG," he twisted painfully as the metal rod poked his skin and they jolted his system again. Riga panted heavily, going limp in the bonds, glaring up at his tormentor.
"Now Riga, how old are you, if you cannot remember give your best estimate." Riga stayed silent, the unknown man nodded and Riga spazzed as he was shocked again.
"Age?"
Riga clenched his teeth, waiting for the next jolt but the fellow mearly sighed, "If you're going to make this difficult we could always give you the treatment we gave D.C." His stomach turned at the thought, "If you still won't talk well, we can always," he gestured to the door. Dragged by two burly men came D.C., she looked awful, blood oozed from hundreds of small cuts, the gaping wound on her leg and what remained of her left eye. "Make us of another incintive." He straightened up, "As you both know D.C. is slowly being drained of her powers, and even 30 years later her two major wounds will not heal. If we were to continue with this treatment," he paused while Riga searched his friends face for a sign of life. D.C. continued to lay on the floor, labored breathing filling the deep silence. "Washington D.C. might die and with her," he grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head up, "her nation will crumble."
Latvia was huddled in a blanket on his bed staring listlessly out of the window at the snow spiraling down.
"Latvia," Russia's voice echoed into the room but Latvia didn't move, he wasn't going to cater to Russia at the moment. He opened the door and moved slowly into the room. "Latvia, please I know you're upset but please,we are going to find him." Latvia glanced up and began to cry, he made no noise as tears slipped down his cheeks. "They took Moscow, I know how you feel."
"No you don't," Latvia's voice wasn't childish or sweet but hard, bitter and full of misery, "I can feel them torturing, I feel his pain," he scrubbed at his eyes, "It hurts, it hurts so much and I've been hurting for so long," he slapped Russia's hand away and scowled at the ceiling, "We will find him and we will stop those bastards."
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