Spain opened the door, letting Prussia walk in and set me on a chair. I was thankful he had set me in a seated position, given that laying in the tiny, yet incredibly comfy, chair would have ended in me either falling off or just being in an uncomfortable position that added to aches already filling my body.

France walked in front of me as Spain shut the door, making it so the room became darker. Again, the only lighting for the room was the moonlight and starlight that showed through the window. I glared at the three men as they all looked at me, each looking slightly satisfied. What did they have to be satisfied about? Kidnapping? Chasing down a seventeen year old girl? I didn't think either of those sounded like something to be proud about.

"It's good to see you ma chérie~(1)" France said, strutting over to me. Once he was less than a foot away he stooped down so we were at eye level with each other. "You really had us worried when we couldn't find you."

Worried? Yea right. Maybe scared that I'd escaped but not worried. At least not for me. For themselves? That was a completely different matter. But for France to imply that they had been worried about me was an outright lie.

"Now, now chérie,(2)" France said, cupping my face with his hand. "Why do you look so angry? It doesn't suit your pretty face~"

My glare only intensified as I pulled my face away. "Why do you think?" I asked, beginning to lose grip on my anger.

It was slipping; slowly, but slipping all the same. If I didn't keep a grip on my anger an emotions I could end up saying things that I would regret. But that was easier said than done. When you had a perverted Frenchman and his two, equally as perverted, friend holding you hostage and talking to you as if you were a little kid who would be easily swayed with a cookie or some candy it's, not so surprisingly, difficult to stay in control of your emotions.

Prussia laughed, a smirk appearing on his groggy face.. He walked over and pushed France aside. "You have attitude," he said, getting into my face. "I like attitude in a girl~"

I backed away as best I could but Prussia only kept getting closer. My anger was quickly transforming into fear. I had no way to fight back. I was defenseless and that was a terrifying reality for me.

A whimper escaped causing Prussia and France to both chuckle. Spain… he had fallen asleep, sitting in another chair in the room. I wished for that luxury. To just be able to sleep peacefully with no fear. But there was no chance of that happening at any time soon. No. Not with how things had turned out for me.

Prussia came closer, close enough to where I could feel his breath tickling my neck, and whispered into my ear. "Your vital region… it's going to be invaded very soon~"

My eyes widened and instinct took over again. It was a knee jerk reaction in all honesty and literalness. A gasp left Prussia as he began backing away, moaning and groaning. "M-mine five meters!" he gasped out.

France winced, looking at Prussia with pity before turning his attention back to me. He tsked. As if I had done something wrong and was disappointed in me. As if I were a small child who was about to be reprimanded. I had acted purely out of fear and the need for self-defense. And I was being tsked at.

"That wasn't nice chérie,(2)" France said. "You should be nicer to your leader's friends."

I looked at France, shock on my face. He thought I would see him as a commander? He was actually that delusional and stubborn? It was unbelievable. "What are you talking about?"

It was the only thing I could think of to say. I was in too much disbelief to think of anything else. France smiled and laughed, grabbing my face again. "You're my territory now~" he said. "That makes me your leader!"

My mouth hung as I gaped at France. How could he even say that? It wasn't even for sure that I was a country. He couldn't claim me as his territory. There was no basis to it with the lack of proof he had. And if I was a country we didn't even know where my land was. And I couldn't just be claimed! Could I?

I didn't know much about how claiming land as a country's territory went but if the land was already a country wouldn't it have some sort of protection? Wouldn't I have to agree of be invaded and forced? …I was being forced though. Was I like America when he was younger then? Was I to be cared for by a country and have to declare war if I wanted my freedom?

Or was I already in war? I had been dodging metaphorical bullets all day. And, in a sense, it was like I was lying on the battlefield, near death. It was inevitable too. I wouldn't survive. I'd become part of France if my medic didn't show up to help me. I was about to bleed out. I was about to die.

"Y-you don't even know if I'm a country!" I yelled, grasping for anything that might slow the blood flow. I'd be my own medic if I had to.

"Ohonhonhon~" France laughed. "But I do know now ma petit!(3) You see, there's a test that one can take if we aren't sure they're a country. You take a strand of hair, a small sample of saliva, and blood. Those get sent to a lab and tested with different chemicals.

"If samples don't react to them then the subject isn't a country or territory. However, if they react, as yours did, the results come out as positive. Like it or not… you are a country~

"But, I suppose that's not really accurate. You aren't really a country, you're a territory now. My territory."

My world crashed to the ground. I was a country. I was responsible for the lives of people. I was in a shit load of trouble. I'd never get to be a kid again. I'd have to take on responsibility and the troubles of being a country. It was the scariest and most overwhelming sounding thing in the world. "I-I… I don't want to be a country!" I cried, tears suddenly springing to my eyes. "I can't deal with that kind of responsibility! Hell! I can't even manage to keep my room at home or locker at school clean! There's no way I can manage a whole country!"

France smiled, Prussia beginning to regain his composure. "You won't have to~" France said, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. "You'll be under my rule so you won't have to worry about anything aside from the orders I give you."

I looked at France and spoke before I could stop myself. "I don't want to be under your rule! You wine guzzling frog!"

France blinked, looking taken aback. The only one that talked to him like that was Britain and I'd never actually been around when he had. "Y-you will be my territory, weather you like it or not!" he shouted, looking slightly angry.

"No!" I screamed. "I won't be your bloody territory!"

A gasp sounded as I snapped out of my shock. A stinging pain loomed on my cheek where contact had just been made with France's hand. The tears that were in my eyes as France looked down at me, red-faced and breathing heavily. It was the fatal blow. I had died.

I hung my head, beginning to sob. "Take her to her room," France said, glaring down at me. "I need to give Britain a call. I think I may have an idea where my new territory may be."

Prussia walked over, slightly limping from the pain he was still feeling, and picked me up. I didn't struggle or fight back. I had lost. I was already dead. Nothing would change that. No matter how much I fought or ran I would always be dead on the battle field.

Once Prussia, Gilbird, and I had arrived in bedroom I was set on the bed. I sat and cried as Prussia walked out of the room. But before he left he turned to me and glared. "You will pay for the pain you caused to my five meters," he said.

I continued to cry, not caring about his words. He shut the door, leaving me to myself. "Th-this can't be real…" I sobbed aloud, finally losing consciousness naturally a few minutes later.

1: My dear
2: Dear
3: Little one
I'm back! And on spring break no less! Just gotta say, this weekend was an amazing experience! Not gonna go into what went down but I will say that I feel like a totally different person, in a good way, because of it :) Oh! And I managed to lose Prussia ;) I'm hiding out in the last place Prussia would look for me... Austria's house ^.^

Austria: Yes, yes. Now get back to practicing!

Huh... yes sir. Thank you for letting me stay here. *Practices piano to fulfill requirements of staying there*

Chibitalia: Ah~ Pretty music ^/ / /^(Is just being nice TT~TT)

:D Gratzi!(Thank you)

Chibitalia: Prego~(You're welcome)

Austria: No! Start over, you messed up! I

TT~TT I'm going back to The Bad Touch Trio if this keeps up much longer. I've been trying to play Chopsticks for the past five hours!