Hello all, I have returned. *Strikeapose*

Onward with the story, which I tried to make as long as possible.

I flinch as I barely manage to dodge another round of poison darts. I tilt my wings and fly to the left, trying to take cover behind a beam covered in barbed wire.

But no such luck. 3-foot-long pointed wooden spikes shoot out the log, and I gasp as one some within an inch of my face. I quickly fly a different way.

For the past 2 hours I have been in the air, trying to avoid being shot by small silver darts that have a watered-down poison in them. Well, the poison may be weak, but it still hurts, and it can still kill me if I get shot too many times. I've already been hit 6 times.

I grimace and pick a dart out of my leg. Make that 7 times.

I dive under a thick wooden pole, careful to avoid the barbed wire that covers every available surface, preventing me from landing. I flinch and bite back a scream of frustration and pain as a dart rips through my wing. I'm thoroughly exhausted, and it's getting more and more difficult to stay in the air, let alone dodge all the stuff being shot and me whilst avoiding the many death traps set for me.

I'm so caught up in my pity party thoughts that I don't realize they've turned on the flame throwers until I offhandedly wonder where the spike in the heat came from.

I finally recognize the flames as they lick my wings, and I let out a yell and leap into the air.

This is going to be a long night.

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America sighs and rolls over on his bed again. "This is boring. This entire place is boring. Why can't we just leave already?"

"Be patient," Japan reminds him. "We have to wait until the time is right."

"Waiting is so not my thing," America groans.

"Tell me about it, this place blows. The people here are annoying too," Prussia says as he hangs upside down from his bed, evidently bored as well.

"Well, those tests weren't too bad! They just asked me questions," Italy inputs cheerfully. "I just answered 'pasta' for everything."

"Hey, where are Max and the commie bastard?" America wonders, tilting his head to the side. "And where's the food? Oh, yeah – the food here sucks too."

Japan sighs. "Well, may-"

But he's cut off as by series of loud thumps and bangs coming from outside their room. Panicked yells and shouts can also be heard.

Immediately some of them rush to the door, trying to see what's happening through the tiny chicken-wired window in the door. A game of push and shove ensues, and eventually America and Prussia are staring out the window while Romano swears in the background and Italy tries to calm him down. Japan sits on his bed, wishing that his friends would stay away from the possible danger.

"Holy sh- is that Russia? He's – ay dios mío –" Alfred gasps.

"What is it, what's going on?" Italy asks, wide eyed.

"It's Russia! He has his pipe, and – oh, that guy's face is never gonna look right again – it's covered in blood! And – oh, ouch, that had to have broken something…," America narrates, wincing as the yells get louder.

"What is he doing? Are people being hurt?" Japan questions, standing up from his bed.

"Kesesese…he's whacking those idiot scientists and a few of those wolfish security guards with his pipe. That's gotta be the first time I've agreed with something he's done – oh, that guy just fell right down, ouch!" Prussia says gleefully.

America gasps. "More people are coming – and is that a straightjacket? Man oh man, the hospital is going to be full tonight – oh, here comes Sanderas, this is gonna be good!"

"Hey, I want to see! Move it, you idiots!" Romano yells.

Prussia ignores him. "Ah, look, the commie's turning on Sanderas now – he's gonna hit him, yeah! – aw, he ducked, c'mon…,"

"They're trying to pin him down but he just keeps hitting them – oh hey they have that Taser thing again, some harm that'll do – OH MAN HE HIT SANDERAS, YEAH!" America cheers.

"And he isn't moving, yes! Hah, serves him right…now if only Kenitar could come out – oh man they're bringing giant guns now!" Prussia narrates, his eyes darting around excitedly.

Japan steps forward a few paces. "Perhaps it would be wise if everyone backed away from the door – you never know where those guns could fire," he says nervously.

"Aw, don't be a buzz kill, dude! It's just getting good now – they're shooting him! Or trying to – all that's coming out are these electric dart things. Lame," America scoffs.

"It's not really doing anything, but – is that a missile launcher?!" Prussia gasps. "These guys are ready to try anything!" he says, dissolving into laughter as Russia whacks more scientists with his pipe, all while smiling creepily.

"They're using the missile launcher thing though…they're pulling the trigger, and now- GAHH," America yells, his eyes going wide.

Even Romano stops swearing and goes quiet for a moment. "What happened? What is it?" Japan asks urgently.

Prussia twists around to face Japan, his eyes wide as well. "We don't know! They pulled the trigger on the missile launcher, and now there's a ton of smoke! I think something caught on fire," he says, 'kesesese-ing' a bit at the thought.

Italy looks much less thrilled at the prospect. "What if our room catches on fire too?" he wails.

"Shut up, idiota! Even if we do catch on fire, we won't die!" Romano growls in exasperation.

"Arg, I can't see anything!" America complains. "There's too much smoke!"

A sudden rattling sound occurs on the wall outside of their room, right to the left of their door.

"There was a fire extinguisher there," Japan remembers. Seconds later, a hissing sound can be heard, and foamy mist cuts through the smoke.

A few minutes – and fire extinguishers – later, the fire and smoke are gone.

And so it Russia.

"Mein Gott, that's a lot of blood," Prussia says with a smirk.

"And a lot of people," America agrees, surveying the amount of downed personnel that lay either groaning or completely still on the linoleum floor.

"I think they got Russia, though," America says, sounding like he's torn between being happy about Russia being gone and disappointed that Kenitar didn't have to intervene – that would have inevitably ended in him getting hit as well, and everyone, even Japan, wants that.

"Wonder where they took him – and if they used that straightjacket they were holding," Prussia muses.

"Any of us could get out of that – even me, and I'm useless!" Italy remarks cheerily.

The other nations nod in agreement. "But wouldn't it be a bad idea to show them how strong we are? They would get curious – and we cannot let them know what they're dealing with," Japan says wearily. The naturally quiet nation was tired of having to act as the only responsible person. Where was Germany when you needed him?

"Good point, dude. But hey – what if they're listening to us right now? Like, with cameras and shit?" America wonders.

"There were bugs in here, yes, but I found them and took care of them," Japan says with a small smile. "I am good at finding things."

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. "Ve, thank you Japan! We would have been doomed otherwise~" Italy says, smiling happily.

Prussia peers out the window again. "So if Russia is gone, then where is Max?"

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I pant as I dodge another round of poison bullets, wondering offhandedly if the others have to go through the same type of testing. Probably not, seeing as they lack wings – to the extent of my knowledge, anyways.

I glare downward with as much hate in my gaze as I can muster. Kenitar is lounging in a control tube that protects him from everything attacking me. As I watch him, he pulls a walkie-talkie type device off of his belt.

I smirk and flip in midair to avoid some more darts as I see his face go red. He starts shouting a la Sanderas into the walkie-talkie. Although I can't hear him, I'm able to safely assume that something is wrong.

Suddenly a cannonball-sized iron sphere flies out of one of the floating docking stations, striking me in the temple, hard. I find myself spiraling to the ground with a cry, blood flowing down my face and obscuring my vision. I try madly to get my wings to beat, but I stop when I realize they've gotten tangled up in barbed wire – wire that's still connected to wooden poles. I'm falling fast and the wire isn't going anywhere. My wings are going to get extremely torn up, or they'll be ripped off of my completely.

I squeeze my eyes shut and prepare to fall to my doom. Or something.

But all I get is a hissing sound and sharp pain in my wings as the barbed wires slide away. I gasp and open my eyes just as I crumble on the floor, which is free of spikes and fire and whatnot.

I blink and whip my head around, ignoring the stinging pain the movement brings. I glance over at Kenitar and see him open the door to his little tube and stalk out. His hair is mussed up, and his lab coat is skewed. He looks unbelievably furious as he stalks out of the room, throwing a contemptuous glare my way before he's out of the door in a flurry of lab coats.

I gasp in pain as I look back at my wings, which are missing tons of feathers and bleeding heavily. While I am grateful that I didn't lose them to barbed wire, I'm none too happy that the barbed wire slid away so quickly. When it did so, it ripped out chunks of flesh and feathers. It's clear I won't be flying anytime soon, and I draw my wings in with my teeth clenched to prevent from crying out.

Suddenly rough hands grab my arms and haul me up. I let out an involuntary cry of pain, and I discover that my limbs are limb and numb. I can't move – probably because of the poison. I can only hope that it wears off, and fast.

As I'm dragged through the halls, I become aware of a few other things. I can't see out of my left eye, and my right eye is too gummed up with blood to open. I can feel blood running down my face and trailing behind me on the floor.

I make it halfway to the room before I pass out.

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Language key (dios mío do I really need one of those now):

Ay dios mío – (Spanish) Oh my god.

Idiota – (Italian) Idiot.

Mein Gott – (German) My God.

As to why America spoke Spanish – well he's in California or Arizona, and there are lots of Spanish speaking people there. This goes w/my earlier headcanon that he acts like the stereotype of whatever state he's in – so his Spanish skills would be better now.

Finally those scientists got a little sense knocked into them. Ay dios mío ellos están molestando.

And there we have it. There would have definitely been more swearing, but I'm on hyper alert because stories have been deleted because of that. I also toned down the violence (if you can believe it) in this chapter too. This whole deleting thing is wicked stupid…

Anyways, REVIEW. REVIEW = MOTIVATION and MOTIVATION = MORE CHAPTERS FASTER.

Also, TIME FOR SOME SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION. If anyone likes the Avengers, I'm publishing a story (movieverse) for that in a second. Just a one-shot, but the Avengers is my favortest fandom ever, so I'll be publishing more stuff for it.

Alright I am done talking.

~Ahh I'm On Fire~