A/N: not much to say..
So here's the chapter!
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Russia grinned as he and Japan pulled England down the hall. "Yes, yes. Everything is going as planned, Japan. No one even suspected that you were on my side. So we need to take England to see the death of all his friends. Just put him in that cellar over there." Russia waved his hand to a door on the left, and adjusted his scarf. Japan nodded and threw the door open, dropping Arthur in. "We'll be back for you."
The cellar was considerably smaller than the one Arthur had been in with Alfred. When the island nation came to, he gasped and coughed up blood. 'Why am I here? Where's America?' Arthur felt dizzy and sick. Lightheaded and he couldn't stop shaking. This was the end for him. And he knew it. But he wasn't going down without a fight. And he wasn't going to let his friends die. If England was to die, he was going down the way he was supposed to. Like a badass.
He curled up against the wall and began counting the tiles on the ceiling. He knew that he couldn't do anything for the time being. But as soon as they came back for him, he knew what he had to do.
About an hour or two later(He couldn't tell), the heavy door creaked open and Japan and Russia stood at the entrance. "Grab him." Russia demanded, his voice icy, yet calm. "Alright." Japan answered in a monotone voice. England bit back a retort, trying to fake being unconscious.
Arthur suppressed a grunt as Japan roughly grabbed him and slung him over his shoulders. "Good. Hurry now, we must finish the preparations. " Ivan smirked as him and Kiku walked down the hall. What Arthur didn't notice was the large butcher knife, that the crazed Russian held.
-A-
He was worried.
He was worried and Arthur was gone. Alfred could only think f the worst possible scenarios. Like they had dragged Arthur out, had brutally tortured him and then dismembered his body and tossed it outside. The American knew he needed to stop thinking such thoughts, but he wouldnt put something like that behind Ivan. What really confused him was the fact that Japan was HELPING Russia. And the eastern nation had kept it hidden so well. No one suspected that Japan had betrayed them. And Alfred wasn't sure if the others were still even alive. He leaned against the cold concrete wall, feeling helpless. England could be getting tortured at his very moment and Alfred was unable to do anything. The door slung open and someone was thrown inside by Russia. The door immediately shut once more, sealing the sunlight from the room. "ça fait mal!" Of course. French. "Francis? They got you? England was in here but Japan and Russia took him again and I'm worried! Did you know that Japan was a traitor?" Francis solemnly nodded his head "I was walking down the hall and I felt a sharp blow to my head and it went black. Oh no! Angleterre is in a LOT of danger. I know what Russia is planning. I found China dead beside Russia's laptop and I saw the page China had been looking at! It was a chain of emails between Russia and Japan. Russia was explaining how he planned to torture England and then kill him. He claims that none of us will be getting out alive." Alfred's eyes widened and his mouth went agape as he absorbed all of the newfound information from France. "So..China is dead? What about Prussia and Germany and Italy?" "I have no idea. But we need to concentrate on Angleterre, seeing as they aren't in immediate danger. Angleterre is actually in Russia and Japan's grip. I'm sure the others are probably in a cellar, such as this one, somewhere. " Alfred nodded. "Any idea on how we're gonna get out?" "Non.."
"Fucking brilliant. We aren't helping Iggy by sitting in this shithole!" "Well what is YOUR plan to get out?" "..erm... I haven't quite thought of that."
-I-
Italy glanced around the cellar, jumpy. The whole time, Japan had been on Russia's side. The pasta loving peninsula nation felt betrayed. And he had been held captive in the cellar with the traitor! Yes, Italy was obvious to things at times, but not ALL the time. He took a shaky breath when the door opened. He curled up and his breath hitched when he was picked up. He remained as sill as possible, keeping his gaze focused on the moving ground. Russia opened a door and harshly dropped Italy down, causing a squeak of pain to escape his lips. Ivan sneered and slammed the door. "You too, Italy?" a familiar American voice called. "Ve? Russia dropped me in here. And J-Japan is the traitorrrr!" Italy sniffed, tears cascading down his cheeks. "Oui, come over here Italy. Don't be sad, big brother France is here to protect you!" America snorted, but gently did his best to comfort the crying nation. "And..and Germanyyyy! I don't know where he is! And I hope he's okay. When we get out of Mr. Russia's scary house, I'll make a big bowl of pasta for everyone! Heh, yeah!" Italy wiped away tears from his eyes, cheering up almost instantaneously at the thought of pasta. America grinned a bit. "We need to save Iggy. But how are we gonna get out?"
-R-
Romano let out a collective sigh, tossing on his jacket and heading for the door to the conference room. The meeting had be adjourned, due to the fact thy absolutely nothing had been accomplished. And they had just recieved word that China was dead, Japan was a traitor and him and Russia both held England, who was damn near close to dying.
"ROMA! There you are! We're you gonna leave without me?" Lovino looked away, a small blush forming on his cheeks. "Tomato bastard. Let's go." Spain grinned and walked alongside of the personification of Southern Italy. "Chigi, how can you be so happy when nation's lives are at stake?" Spain just shrugged and whistled cheerily.
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Done. Not much of a cliffhanger for you all. I didn't want to be cruel
Have a happy Valentines Day!
