It has been forever since I updated this story. Hah. I am going to be more active during the summer I swear! I have just been so caught up in school and caught up in my own shitty life! Haha well,

Story time,

Alfred had some sort of sensing and some sort of pull that caused him to be villainous. He felt something inside of him that made him feel pretty evil. For some reason he was okay with it. Even with bleeding and bruises clouding his vision he was laughing happily.

He liked the sorts of rough stuff. His eyes sparkled as he spit out some blood. His chest was heaving as he looked at the Russian in the eyes. He smile was deadly. Ivan finally seemed to be on the right side.

"I have no idea how you are not like me Ivan. You should just help me kill-." He was cut off by a rocketed punch to the stomach. He was slammed into the wall as he laughed coughing up toughs of blood. Ivan was pinning him to the wall. He felt something in him growl and heave. He wanted everyone dead.

"I'll kill you all! I will kill you!" He screamed before he felt something pinch him in the back of the neck. His eyes were slowly closing with a freezing heavy thunk. He felt himself groan subconsciously as he heard his bones snapping back into their proper places. His vision was getting foggy and soon was about to fade out.

He heard people scuffle around him and his heavy feeling body dragged into a sitting position. Everything was so painful, he felt mortal though just for a moment. He was so confused. Amelia was passing through his mind.

Her certain identification was puzzling to him, the villain in him was angry that he had been defeated. But the hero was not. The hero let himself be subject to the terrors of others for the good of the world. He felt himself aching and groaning.

When his eyes opened again he was no longer in the bunker. He was sitting on a cloud in the sky. "W-What…?" He mumbled softly feeling something brought to his lips. He slowly parted them and closed his foggy eyes.

"Swallow love…" He heard in the back of his ear. He felt himself automatically relax at the noise in the back of his head. "England… I missed you…" He whispered as the sound evaded his ears for a moment. He felt a cloth dabbing all of his wounds. "I was hoping not to see you here…"

Alfred opened his eyes feeling his cheeks flush. He looked at Arthur,"What the fuck?" He cried out looking at the Englishman, he coughed gently into his arm looking down at his own barren body and felt automatically embarrassed.

He was almost fully naked. There was a cloth over his crotch but that was pretty much it. He felt himself look at the smaller nation. Arthur was clothed in a silk robe, he was pressed up close against Alfred in all of the wrong ways. Though it made Alfred feel right.

He watched his former caretaker slowly bathe his wounds without a word. "You know this place is a prison. We cannot escape… I am trapped here by her and now you are too." Alfred felt himself shuffle,"Where are my clothes?" Arthur nodded to somewhere else.

"Somewhere else, I just wanted to be able to heal up that monstrosity before you woke. Looks like my timing is all wrong." He looked down at a gaping wound in the American's stomach. Alfred looked down at his stomach. He felt the pain slowly begin to hit him. He felt a tear of pain cloud his vision. He felt like a little kid again.

He leant his head back and sniffled before covering his eyes with a bloodied hand. He didn't want to lose it right in front of the person he had to convince he was strong so long ago. He felt himself immediately coddled and pulled into a tender, pain filled embrace. His eyes couldn't help but to sweat out hot tears onto the older nations shoulder.

He felt Arthur shaking too.

"It's okay love…"

He kept crying, this all felt like a nightmare. He held onto the smaller frailer man like his life depended upon it. They just sat there rocking back and forth.

It was so surprising that something so inmortal could feel so human.

"I missed you too. You have to calm down, you are going to make yourself ill." Alfred couldn't calm down. He felt the consistent pain in his stomach dragging him away from Arthur."No!" Arthur's eyes told knowledge,"Maybe you aren't trapped after all…"

HIs words swirled around the American as Alfred shouted after him. He woke up in a haze, He was trying to stand up and go after the Englishman but he couldn't seem to sit up. "Arthur...I am coming...i am coming." He repeated over and over as something tried to calm him down. It was a hand, he couldn't even open his eyes but he was trying to get himself up.

"I'll help. I'll help." He repeated over and over.

He felt something shushing him. He felt like a little kid again, writhing below the covers.

It took him a while to be semi-lucid. "Arthur!" He was still screaming over and over. His voice was eventually raw and unforgiven. His eyes had opened and he realized that he was being restrained with some sort of belts on his arms. He felt himself whining pathetically trying to get free. It all hurt everything hurt all over. He was not used to being this weak.

He felt himself so tired of fighting whatever drug was in his system.

Gilbert was just waking from the whole affair that had knocked him unconscious. He looked down at himself pathetically laying in his bed with his arm bandaged and wrapped.

Gilbert's eyes were sore and exhausted. He felt like falling back asleep. Without his healing ability as a nation he was feeling pretty sore. He was having a hard time even getting up to take a piss. He heard the door thunder open and he shuttered.

"Prussia!"

He felt a girl run at him and slowly tackle him in a hug. "Guten tag Liz." He said feeling her burly arms around him. He chuckled and then groaned,"I heard about the fight the first thing this morning. Are you alright?" she asked looking at him.

Feeling tired he sunk back. "Gott I am not the man I used to be." She untangled herself from him and crossed her arms. "Don't start reminiscing! You are as strong as you were then. You just seem to forget it."
Gil chuckled before sitting up and looking at her funny. He gave her a crooked smile,"Funny thing is...I really am not..." His eyes taunted her response, but before she dare answer he continued,"I think I have a feeling for someone younger than me. Much stronger. Much handsomer. Shallow isn't it... But I have become weaker. It is like my strength melted into what bruder became... I feel more human. More grounded." He spoke with a huff. As he let her fingers trail across his chest.

"A feeling? You are mad. You have never had feelings for anyone Gilbert. Only for yourself."

There was a pause of quiet as he seemed to agree with her. He looked into her eyes and then looked away feeling a forbidden moment of actual truth between the truth.

"It was not always just me." He said looking into her eyes.

Pulling back before something could happen that would add more drama to their current situation. He heard the door slam open again. It was his brother this time. He raised an eyebrow at the two as Gilbert scrambled into a walking position.

"Ja?" He asked.

"America is awake...but he seems a little...strange. Whatever we saw yesterday is gone but-." He was cut off by a loud scream.

"England!"

Gil jumped alert to them being under attack,"No. That was America. He doesn't seem to be in the right mind. I suppose the medication was too high. He's fading off of it but..." Lud shrugged seeming to not be too concerned. "I heard transmission that there have been few strikes on the land...I'm not sure what is going on but it seems a little malicious..."

There was another scream.

"Can I see the American?" Gil asked quietly.

"Are you sure?" His brother said in a low voice.

Gil nodded. He breathed out before looking away. Might as well see the damage.

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Francis was pacing. He had no idea what to make of things. He was no longer allowed to see Arthur.

He was having a video feed of the Englishman did little for his anxiety. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. He felt himself pacing around the empty place and felt helpless. His heart ached from the pain in his chest of watching someone go off to die.

He breathed in and out looking at the blank creature that was looking into the screen infront of him. He looked down at his fingers and slowly picked at the growing cuticles. He frowned looking around at the various cameras that Amelia had installed around his room.

He slowly looked down at his salmon shirt and frowned. The things that he did for love. He took off the shirt and slowly walked to the corner of the room free of the sight of the mechanical machines.

Already deciding upon what he was to do he tore a few lengths of fabric off of the shirt and pulled a chair to stand on. He slowly tied the shirt around the camera to make sure there was no possible way that could lead to the visualization of his next tactic.

Francis could careless about his own life. When it came down to war either you fought or you died trying. He slowly walked out of the room before looking around. He of course had no idea where he was if he even was able to escape the solitude of this building. He had an idea though.

Walking through the hallway he had been choked in before he was ready to find out ways to get out of this hell. He yanked on various door knobs getting nowhere in general. It seemed that she had kept everything locked tight.

So much for that idea.

He slowly looked around before raising his foot to one of the oldish looking doorknobs. He then with all of his might kicked it. With a surprise it caved to his strength and he was introduced to a whole new world of technology.

Running inside to this giant computer he smiled. He could warn them,"Deus…" He felt a sudden pain in his chest making him weak at the core of his being. He whined softly before he slowly began to attempt to investigate the computor. Clicking away at the keys he was rapidly investigating the way that the keyboard.

He was breathing heavily as he opened up a window. It didn't take long for him to press a couple of buttons and be accessible to the internet. He felt himself click on skype. His head was pretty foggy and he felt like he was breathing in poison. He coughed loudly and put his hand to his mouth.

He drew his hand away hopefully getting saliva on it and well anything else. He groggily somehow signed in. Feeling worse for wear he rubbed the back of his neck. He felt something sticking out of the knot of his spine at the nape of his neck. He pulled it out and threw it lazily.

He pressed a button and watched as the phone dialed. "Hallo…?" He heard a lengthy gasp. "They...are coming…" He felt his English skills lacking at the moment. "You look awful! Where are you?"

"They are coming!" Francis gasped weakly. Germany seemed to understand better. "Thank you old friend… We will see if, we can find you…" His words paused awkwardly in Fran's mind.

The Frenchman stood and then began to walk out of the room. He heard a clicking sound of boots and felt his slow heart sky rocket so it was actual pain. He looked into the eyes of someone that he knew actually well.

"Matthieu!" He yelled stumbling toward his son. As he began to approach he saw a change in the eyes. The pupils bled out and he watched the Canadian's hand rise up and strike him. Sending him into blackness.

Well, that's it for now guys! I hope you liked it and the return of the Great Maple. That's pretty much all I have to say for this chapter.

Love you all,

-J