Thirty minuets later...
Japan was sprawled on the ground, a footprint on his face.
America was lying in a corner with a bucket on his head.
Austria and Canada were hanging by their coats from the black iron chandelier above.
Switzerland was lying on his side, and had an iron pipe tying his hands together.
And Russia was standing in the middle of the room, cracking his knuckles in satisfaction while he had one foot pinning Britain to the ground.
"Alright," Russia sighed, "There's one more isn't there? Come out now or I shall make you?"
France stepped out from behind a random curtain.
"He's our last hope!" Britain said, his voice a bit muffled from being pinned against the floor.
"Who?" said America from in the bucket.
"France." said Switzerland.
"Oh crap." America said.
Russia laughed as France approached him; "You want me to put you out of your misery now? Or should I let you try? Either way I win."
France trembled, his hands gripping the handle of the suitcase. "I think it shall be me who is the victor." he said calmly.
"And what makes you think that?" asked Russia.
France took a deep breath "My... (dramatic music!) Secret weapon!"
"Oh good lord..." Austria murmured.
France set the case on the ground and clicked open the locks. He put a foot on the top of the case, only allowing it to open just a few inches.
From inside, glowing eyes could be seen, and a voice purred, "Biiiig brother..."
Almost immediately Russia jumped in the air and threw himself underneath the throne, desperately scrambling to hide every inch of himself.
"NO! Not her! Please, Please, PLEASE NOT HER!"
"Oh?" France had a smug look on his face, "You don't want me to let her out? I brought her down just so she could be with you..."
"Don't let her out!" came Russia's whimpering voice, "I'll do anything! Just don't let her out..."
"Anything?" France asked, he lifted his foot just a bit and a hiss came from the case.
"Yes, yes! Anything! Just make her go away!" Russia began to cry.
Britain got up from the floor and stretched, "Wow. Who knew he could be such a wimp. Who's in there France."
"Belarus." France replied.
Britain jumped up and backed away, "You know better than to carry around a dangerous weapon like that!"
Under France's orders, Russia got everyone out of their current entanglements. Then he opened a door behind a curtain, reveling little Lichtenstein. And it was then that Switzerland's tough guy face faded away instantly and he ran to hug his sister.
After a long emotional moment Switzerland said, "Come on, let's go." Lichtenstein nodded and clung to her brother's arm as they walked from the room with everyone else.
France left the brief case slightly open, leaving Russia to cower under the chair...
(And so, they escaped, and it should end here, but it doesn't! We've decreed it's too funny to end here...)