There was complete confusion in the mansion. People ran left and right, unsure of their duties. Guards ran for weapons while other staff ran for exists and safe zones. No one was sure what was happening, only that they were somehow under attack. Claxon sirens echoed through the building, following everyone no matter where they attempted to seek refuge. In fact the scenes were so chaotic that the four Western nations went relatively undetected.
America, England, France and Germany weaved their way through the panicked crowds. Every door in their path was checked for any sign of Belarus or Lithuania. So far there had been no luck and the allied search was becoming increasingly desperate.
"How about this one?" America asked for the fourteenth time as he opened yet another door, glanced inside then shut it again with a sigh.
England was eyeing the figures dashing past with suspicion. "I'm not willing to stay here much longer, we'll be caught and for what?"
"For freedom!" America declared.
"I am inclined to agree with Angleterre for once. This is dangerous territory," France said nervously, looking over his shoulder as he spoke.
"No man gets left behind," Germany grunted as he violently kicked open another door then snarled with exasperation at the nothingness of interest inside.
"But she's not our man… erm not our woman," England protested.
"I thought we went over this," America rolled his eyes. "Whatever man but Lithuania definitely is on our side."
"Well I can't argue with that but how are we supposed to help Lithuania when we don't know where he is in bloody massive place?" England demanded.
There was a pause before France pointed down the corridor. "Hey, there he is."
Lithuania was sprinting towards them; he apparently hadn't spotted them as he almost ran straight past them. It took Germany grabbing him and holding him in the air with one arm to get the Baltic nation to stop.
Lithuania blinked at Germany in disbelief then glanced around at the other allies and blinked again. "Y-you guys?!"
"Well I'll be…" England muttered.
"Lithuania! How are you, bud?" America greeted him warmly, "yesh, you look and smell like crap, dude."
"Er I'm OK I guess," Lithuania still looked bewildered by their sudden appearance.
"Do not get me wrong or anything, I am very happy to see you but how did you get here?" Germany quizzed.
"Oh, mister Russia broke me out," Lithuania explained.
"R-Russia is here?" England spluttered.
"He was right behind me but I guess he's not any more, how about that?" Lithuania chuckled slightly.
The Allies looked at one another. It went without saying that if Russia was involved things may have gotten even more complicated.
"Lithuania?" Where are you my little friend?" Russia's voice cooed from the direction Lithuania had just come from.
Russia then came bounding into view, blood stains immediately noticeable on his clothes. He had a happy smile on his face which actually grew when he spotted the Allies with Lithuania.
"You all came to help me in my rescue!" Russia happily said. "You are not all as much assholes as a thought!"
"Erm yeah we did!" America fist pumped unconvincingly.
"Good. It is a shame you were no help and let me do everything but it is the thought that counts, da?"
America laughed nervously. "Yeah well we can also help with your sister."
Russia's smile vanished instantly. "What are you meaning? Is there something wrong with Ukraine or Belarus?"
"She's here, Belarus is here," America explained, "but there's some problem and she might be in trouble."
Russia gasped. "This is most terrible news. I will rescue her as well. Thank you for telling me, America."
"It's no biggy, dude," America shrugged.
"You will all help me, right?" Russia turned to look down upon the other nations in front of him.
"O-of course I will."
"How could I say no?"
"You did not even have to ask."
"Yes, Mister Russia."
"Then it is settled then," Russia smiled at his 'friends'.
"Well, we've got Lithuania but how're we supposed to find Belarus?" England asked.
"Oh, if she is here then she will come to us," Russia said.
…
Belarus ambushed another man. She beaten him to a pulp and left him crumpled on the floor. The physical beating not only made her feel good but the fearful reactions of the other people once they found the body gave her a certain ecstasy. She was the predator and they were her prey.
It was only once she'd been fighting, hiding and stalking for a good while that her senses picked up something familiar. Something comforting, warm, something that made her feel happy. She perked up and sniffed the air.
"B-brother Russia?" She sniffed the air again. "It is you! I knew you would come for me!"
She followed the scent through the building, now ignoring everything in her path; thoughts of revenge took second place to thoughts of her brother awaiting her. She'd already began to picture how their meeting would go.
She would see him standing there alone, calling for her. After gazing at him for a moment she would reply. He'd turn and they'd stare at each other for a while before running into each other's arms. He'd whisper things to her about how he had missed her. How hard he had fought for her. How wrong he was before and how it was clear now that they should be wed. Then their lips would meet.
Her nose had led her through endless corridors, down a flight of stairs and beyond. "Brother!" She called. "Where are you?"
"Belarus?" She heard a reply in a voice which made her heart skip a beat.
"Russia!" She squealed and burst through the door from which his voice had emitted.
There he was. From his silver blond hair down to his winter boots, the sight was perfect. He greeted her with a smile warm enough to melt the Siberian wastelands. The only problem was how he wasn't alone.
"Russia? What are these freaks doing here?"
"Charming as ever," England muttered.
"They are helping me to rescue you," her brother replied.
"Why am I disbelieving? All I need is you, brother."
Russia began to look uncomfortable. "I see you have not changed much."
It suddenly occurred to Belarus that the last time they had seen each other was when she'd been holding a knife to his throat, when he'd been helped by England of all people. Maybe that was why her brother was here now with England and the other Allies. Had the situation changed since she'd been away? It hadn't been that long.
"Brother…" She began but was interrupted by a sudden thunderous sound from behind her.
"BELARUS! STEP AWAY FROM THEM!" She turned to see her 'boss'. He was red in the face and looked more like an animal than man. He panted for a few moments before daring to speak again. "You cannot go with them, they scheme and they lie, don't you see what is happening here? They're here to kill me."
"This was never about you. This was about my friend, Lithuania and my little sister of course," Russia replied.
"But look, Belarus, your brother as aligned himself with the West against me, er us. This is betrayal."
His words were meaningless to her now; everything had become so much clearer. His sharp tongue that served him so well had been becoming blunter every day until now it was the pointless drabble of a falling tyrant.
"I think what you were going to do to me may count as betrayal," she coldly told him.
"That was… you must understand… you've overreacted…" he babbled on for a while providing no logical excuses, he may as well have said he was only joking for all the good it would do.
"Oh you should take this," England caught her off guard by actually daring to speak to her. He was holding a letter of some kind. She cautiously snatched it off of the green eyed man and skimmed through it. What she read made her feel quite sick.
"What the hell is this?!" She yelled, her anger rising again. She screwed up the paper and threw it at her 'boss'.
He slowly flattened the paper, hands shaking furiously. After he had read it he gulped loudly. "This is forgery," he croaked. After seeing her disbelief he immediately switched tactics. "Don't you see? He has been looking through classified documents," he pointed a shaking hand at England.
"Dude, you lock up Lithuania and don't expect us to do anything about it," America shook his head.
"I don't care anymore, I want you gone," Belarus snapped.
"G-gone?!" The president spluttered. "You can't do that!"
"I can if I want to," Belarus hissed.
The president rubbed his face. "I didn't want to have to do this," he was saying as he pulled a pistol out of his pocket, "I really didn't. But you are coming back with me and the rest of you are leaving here to never return."
Lithuania squeaked and dived trembling behind Germany. "Nobody panic," Germany announced, "he's a politician. He'll have no idea how to use that thing."
"That makes me more panicked," replied France.
"You threaten my sister," Russia growled.
"She's my property," the broken man replied.
"You make her sad, you make her scared, you make her angry, you even take little Lithuania away. I do not like you very much," Russia was advancing towards him, emitting a sinister aura.
"G-get away from me, you freak."
The two were now face to face when Russia said, "I am going to enjoy hurting you."
Almost everyone present averted their eyes at what followed, everyone but Belarus who simply couldn't look away.
"We should get going," Germany said.
"Agreed," England nodded and the Allies began to vacate the building.
Belarus felt a hand on her should as she watched her brother do horrific things to her former boss. The sudden touch made her flinch and she twisted the arm of whoever just tapped her.
The hand belonged to France who was now whimpering at his twisted arm. She snarled and released him. "Merci," he muttered as he rubbed his arm. "I was just thinking that you should leave too, it is still not safe for you here."
"I will not leave my brother's side," she told him over the screams of her former boss.
"I can respect that but Russia is more than capable of taking care of himself."
"So I can't?" Her eyes flashed dangerously causing France to flinch.
"I-I never meant that."
"Yo, Frenchy, you coming?" They heard America calling.
"On my way," France replied and made to leave.
"Hey France, before you go I have something to ask," Russia called him.
"Oh?" France paused.
"Take Belarus and get her out safe, she means a lot to me."
"What? Brother, I cannot leave you!" Belarus begged.
"It will only be for short while, I can take care of stuff here I promise."
"Err well then, time to go, Belarus," France put his hand on her shoulder again and once again she drew back.
"Do not touch me," she snapped.
England reappeared in the corridor. "Oi snail slurper! What's taking so long?"
"Russia wants us to get the girl out safe," France replied.
"Oh I see the problem," England looked over the seething Belarus. "Germany? Can you get in here?"
"If you lay a finger on me I will gut you both," she snarled.
"Come now, you have my word as a gentleman that no ill shall befall you," England reassured her as Germany marched back in.
"Your word means nothing to me."
It took all three of the European Allies to wrestle Belarus outside, kicking and screaming all the way. England recommended chloroform until France reminded him of his promise. America had been checking up on Lithuania outside and had called up a US helicopter from a Lithuanian airbase to the north. The helicopter was landing just as Belarus, England, France and Germany were nearing and America signalled them over.
Belarus was forced in and had to be restrained during take-off. Once the helicopter left the ground though, she stopped struggling and gave in. She could only think of how her brother could be fighting for his life all alone down there and then her mind wandered to what would happen to her and her people.
