AN: Hello! New chapter! Get ready for a longer-ish chapter and a bit of a mind fuck of emotions. Also, Pirate Iggy. 'Nuff said ;) Onwards!

"This is absolutely crazy, even for you sadist bitch!" Romano complained for the upteenth time in the last ten minutes.

"I sure hope so, otherwise it will probably never work." Anna responded with a half grin in an attempt to stay positive. At the moment, it was her and Romano crawling along the vents while Lithuania and Italy crawled in the opposite direction towards where the others were located. The Italian brothers protested over being separated until Anna explained her reasoning.

FLASHBACK TO TEN MINUTES AGO

"Listen, Spain has probably been subjected to a lot of psychological torture and whatever is in that serum is more than likely making it worse. We need to sort him out first or else, I don't even want to think about it. Lovino, I need you with me for when he wakes up, he'll need you most of all. Understand?" Anna said, pleading with everyone to trust her judgement. Romano nodded his head once in agreement, a blush creeping it's way across his face.

"What are Italy and I supposed to do?" Lithuania asked.

"You guys are going to get to the others and try to get them out. Surely one of these guys must have keys or something somewhere." Anna responded.

"And you're sure that the power will go off at the time you said?"

"Absolutely." she replied confidently.

"Ve, you're so sure Anna, I wish I was as brave…" Italy remarked, earning a humorless laugh from the girl.

"Oh believe me, I am far from brave right now. Look…" she replied grimly, holding up her shaking hand, "I am terrified. I don't know what's happened to Ivan, I have no idea how we're going to get anyone out of here and I am scared that this will fail and that we could all die… but, I'm crazy enough to give this shot. And, I really need you guys with me on this."

"Not really an uplifting speech Anna." Romano said dryly. Anna smiled.

"Got you to say my real name though," she teased giving him a playful nudge, causing him to catch his slip and scowl, "besides, I'm nothing if not honest. Shall we?" Anna placed her hand in the middle, obviously trying to go for a US style team break. Instead, all she got were three awkwardly blinking stares. She sweat dropped.

So much for team spirit…

BACK TO PRESENT

"How much longer?" Romano asked.

"After this left, it should be on the right." Anna replied, going over Flying Mint Bunny's instructions in her head. The little guy had gone off to relay the outlines of their plan to Arthur before going to enlist the help of the local mountain spirits in order to sabotage the main electrical grid when the time was right.

The "plan," basically involved getting to and healing Spain so that he and Romano could get out of here and get help help. After Italy and Lithuania figured how to get the others free, Anna would make her way to Russia's cell and free him, and that was when she'd give the signal (her whistling the British National Anthem, which is the tune that "My Country tis of Thee" stole for you Americans) for FMB to shut off the lights. In the confusion, everyone would get back in the vent and crawl their way to freedom.

That is, if they even make it that far.

It was a horrible plan.

It probably didn't count as a plan.

It wasn't even worthy enough to be a "pla."

But, it was crazy enough to hopefully, work.

Anna's musing was interrupted when a strange sound reached her ears. It sounded like a pained groan…

"We're here." she announced quietly as they approached a smaller vent grate, where a bright light streamed through the slits. Gazing down, they saw Spain on top of a flat metal table, curled in on himself slightly. His clothes were the same as when she saw him that fateful day, only torn, dirtied and covered in blood. A few clotted wounds peppered his body, but he appeared to be clutching at his left shoulder the most. What was worse was how pale and thin he looked, and he shivered constantly despite the tell-tale sweat of a fever that covered his body in a sickly sheen. Romano stiffened at the sight of his lover looking so beaten, Anna scowled angrily at the monsters who did this to such a kind-hearted, oblivious soul, and the two of them kicked out the grate with no trouble or regards to noise.

"You stupido bastardo…" Romano bit out, jumping out of the vent first to rush to the side of his love. Anna followed close behind and together they gently coaxed Spain on to his back. Seeing him flinch away at any form of contact broke her heart, and Romano's expression held similar thoughts. How long was he left in pain like this?

"Hey there Spain, can you hear us?" Anna asked softly. Spain made no sign of movement or acknowledgement, she couldn't use her ability without his consent… could she? Gah! This is no good…!

"Oi, idiota! Wake up!" Romano ordered loudly, tears gathering in his eyes. Anna wanted to reprimand him save for the fact that Spain stirred and let out a small sound. It sounded like..

"R-rovi….?"

It was faint, but they heard just fine.

"I told you, don't call me that!" Romano said, a small smile tugged the end of his lips slightly as Spain roused into the waking world.

"Y-you're here…" he whispered in disbelief, trying to raise his hand to stroke Romano's face but wincing in pain each time he moved. Anna cringed at the glossy, dark look that clouded Spain's normally bright eyes.

"Where does it hurt? I'm here to help." Anna said, feeling the skin of his forehead with the back of her hand. He was burning up!

"H-help? Cabecita caliente...?" Spain asked feebly. Anna looked at Romano in confusion.

"What did he say?" she asked. Romano sighed and shook his head.

"He called you "little hot-head…"" he replied. Anna's eyebrow twitched. Again with the "little…!"

"He's SOOO lucky he's already in a world of hurt…" she grumbled, but apologized when Romano sent her a positively murderous look.

"Help him already!" he barked.

"I don't know where he's hurting the most, and I can't heal what could amount to over ten centuries of history at once, that would kill me!" she argued. She didn't even want to think of the amount of pain that would cause her if she tried.

"M-Mi hombro…" Spain groaned, the pair's shouting pounding in his ears. Romano translated it as;

"Your shoulder?" Anna asked, holding her hand over where Spain was clutching. He nodded feebly.

"Well, let's get on with it!" Romano urged, coaxing Spain in spanish to relax his hold and allow Anna to remove the shirt over the injured area. She hissed a sharp breath when she got a look at the aged, mottled, abused flesh underneath. His shoulder looked like a long time ago, someone tried to cut off his arm with a barbed wire! Oh, this was going to HURT…

"Lovino, when did he get this injury?" she asked as she mentally prepared herself for the amount of pain she was most likely going to experience. Romano cringed slightly, eyes growing haunted at the memory of the day Spain walked through that door… dripping wet, his arm practically hanging from a few tendrils…

"1756…" he replied horsely.

"And, who did it to him?" at this Romano scoffed angrily.

"Ask your bushy-browed friend, idiota!" he spat. England?! Of course, she should have guessed… needless to say, she never was enthusiastic to meet the Imperial Pirate during his hay-day…

"I see. Antonio, can you hear me?" Anna asked, holding her hands over the dreaded scar. Spain looked over to her and nodded slightly.

"I'm going to take the pain away, alright? This will be confusing and probably take a while, but Lovi is right here with you, and I will do the best that I can. Will you let me?" Spain looked over at Romano, trying his best to smile for his little tomato, before looking back at Anna and nodding once. Anna took a deep breath.

"Lovino, I need you to be on the lookout just in case someone comes by. Also, when I get done… I'm probably going to end up screaming my lung out. So, make sure that I don't, otherwise someone might hear us." she ordered.

"You don't have to tell me twice, stupida ragazza." he replied.

"No matter what happens, I cannot be interrupted. I don't even want to the implications that would mean to either of us, capiche?"

"Si, si! Andare avanti!"

With that, Anna took another deep breath before placing her hands on Spain's scar. Romano watched in awe as the ember-red aura from before manifested around her, her eyes fading from crystal blue to Spain's olive green. Down the rabbit hole once more...

…

This time, Anna found herself in what looked to be the inside of a boat at sea. The rocking and swaying of the vessel disoriented her at first, but after steadying herself on the expensive looking mahogany desk, Anna quickly managed to find some sort of stable footing. Looking around, Anna was astounded by the lavish nature of the cabin. A smile pile of new Spanish doubloons rested next to a scale and some parchment, though when she tried to touch it the phased through her hand as if she were made of air. Right, a visitor and spectator, a ghost, not actually there, she reminded herself. This must be the captain's quarters, she reasoned. The question was, which captain?

Suddenly, a loud chorus of shouts resounded from outside. Sunlight streamed through the large windows and the sound of seagulls squawking could be heard over the ruckus, but Anna was focused on the crowd of dirty pirates congregated on the main deck. Anna made her way towards the door with a surprisingly ornate and, finding it locked, phased through the wood.

"Well, that's unnerving…" Anna shivered. Of course, that was nothing compared to what lay before her.

The entire crew was comprised of the most horrifying, haggard, ruthless pirates she had ever seen. There were many from countless nationalities, even a couple from the far east, but all of them had the same, dead, blood thirsty eyes. The smell of smoke and blood perfumed the air, along with the tell-tale smell of the sea, and it nearly caused to to pass out. Glancing over the port side, which is the left, she saw the charred, burning remains of a rival ship slowly descending into the murky depths below. The presence of numerous dorsal fins told her the ill fate of the crew of the dying vessel.

Shivering in disgust and fear, Anna phased through the crowd to arrive at the front. She was going to need a long, LONG shower when all of this was over. Eventually, she broke through the line of pirates to stand at the front. The sight she saw had her wishing she had just stayed in the cabin.

There, sitting on top of a pile of barrels, was Arthur. But not the Arthur she had come to know and regard as a brother figure. The look in his green eyes was positively terrifying, a crazed mixture of arrogance, mischief, and blood lust. He was dressed in a long red British style military coat, trimmed with black and gold brocade and golden buttons. A puffy white shirt and red cravat was exposed, along with a gold medallion embodied with a large emerald hung from his neck. His hair longer and more dishevelled than normal, and on top sat a large black pirate's hat complete with an ornate feather. He even wore… an eyepatch? For what reason?

And the cherry on top to add to his vicious pirate persona: he was covered, head to toe, in splashes of blood.

Oh, brilliant. JUST bloody brilliant! At least he couldn't see-

"You! Wench!"

Oh, for FUCK'S SAKE!

Anna froze as she locked gazes with the captain, shivering as he raised his still bloody cutlass towards her face as he stalked over to her from his perch. Even the way he carried himself was darker, more confident than she knew! Oh come on, her luck wasn't that bad! He couldn't possibly see her! Could he?

"A-Are you t-talking to me?" she stuttered quietly, pointing towards herself. Captain Kirkland snarled as he stopped right in front of her, grabbing her roughly by the hair and pointing his cutlass at her exposed throat. That would be a 'yes,' she mentally gulped.

"What the bloody hell are you doing on my ship?" he asked in a dangerously low voice. Quick, think Anna! Lie? Or tell him the truth? *welp!* that sword looks sharp… okay, this is Arthur, surely he's used to crazy stories and far-fetched ideas… okay, the truth it is!

"Well, technically I'm not, see, I'm sort of… passing through, as it were. You don't know me yet, but in a couple centuries from now, you will." she explained, trying to be as vague as possible. Doctor Who theory of time travel, never reveal too much about the future!

"Liars aren't tolerated on my ship, poppet. Speak up or I'll slit your throat." he threatened, the edge of his sword pressing harder against her skin.

"I highly recommend that you don't!" she protested with a feeble smile, eying the sword edge warily.

"And why, pray tell, would that be poppet?" he hissed, eyes narrowing into dangerous points. Anna gulped, his intimidating presence starting to overwhelm her nerves. However, she wasn't half British for nothing if not for her inherent stubbornness and a knack for concealing inner thoughts!

"Please don't call me that. And, the reason why I'm here is because-"

"Cap'n! Where do ye want 'im?" a loud voice called from the back of the still celebrating crowd. Did they notice their captain talking to air? Unless they were used to it by now…It IS Arthur we're talking about.

"Bring him forth!" Captain Kirkland ordered before turning his attention back to Anna. "I will deal with you later, wench. Don't even think about escaping." And with that he dragged her roughly by the hair to stand next to the edge of the ship before taking out a concealed dagger and plunging it into the wood near her waist. Anna cried out as she felt the sting of metal against skin on her side, and to her dismay when she tried to pull away, found herself firmly pinned to the ship by the fabric of her sweater.

"You- YOU BLOODY PIRATE!" Anna shouted angrily, only to shrink back when Captain Kirkland fixed a deadly glare on to her.

"Privateer, pray you don't make that mistake again." he growled just as two of his cronies dragged a body across the deck and laid it at his feet. Oh believe me, Anna thought to herself, there is no mistake as far as history is concerned. Especially since I AM History! However, her anger quickly dissipated into horror as she recognized the poor soul brought before the captain. It was Spain! A foul sneer crept across Arthur's face as he regarding the struggling man. She had to give Spain credit, he was a fighter when it counted the most.

"My dear Carriedo, you never learn do ye?" Captain Kirkland chided. Despite his position, Spain smirked up at him. Anna noticed that his eyes were only just less venomous and cruel than Kirkland's, and that his hair was pulled into a low ponytail at the base of his neck.

"Ah but mi amigo, who else can keep you on your toes in this day and age? We're both getting a little tired of this old song and dance." Spain remarked. Kirkland's smirk melted into a frown.

"Yet it is your armada that burns and your men that go to ol' Davy Jones."

"And that makes you better than me? You're nothing but a tyrant, Britannia," Spain spat, "even your precious New World colony sees-" Spain's jab was halted by a swift kick to the gut from Britain.

"You call yourself a conquistador yet it is I who conquered the seas!" Britain shouted. Heaving for breath, Spain laughed humorlessly.

"You're getting soft…" Britain answered this with a right hook to his face, the sickening impact making Anna's stomach churn. Spain spat out blood as Britain started making a grandeur speech to the rest of his crew, however his words became muffled and died out as the air started to grow thick and the familiar green mist started to manifest. Oh, so Arthur could see her but not this? That's just wrong, she thought as she tried to remove the dagger that was currently trapping her. It wouldn't budge! Just how strong was he back in the day?

"You are weak… disgusting, twisted… you will fall… your empire is finished… you will die alone…" the mysterious voices whispered and chorused. Anna watched as Spain's face lost its air of false confidence. Anna spared a quick glance to captain Kirkland before she took a deep breath. Time to step in!

"Oi, Spain! You can't give up here! Not when you have someone waiting for you back home!" she yelled, pulling with all her might against the dagger. Spain looked up at her with curious eyes, no doubt wondering where the hell she appeared from. She kept on pulling when the sound of fabric ripping reached her ears, but she didn't mind ruining her favorite sweater if it meant doing her job.

"Listen to me! Regimes fall every day, nothing is forever. Not even his precious empire," she motioned over to Britain, "will not last forever! Rome in all of his glory had to fall, but none of you shall not disappear like he did! You will survive, and all of you will come to understand that all of this fighting and conquering is pointless! It's time for you to let go of the past Antonio, and go home to Lovino!" Spain's dull eyes brightened as she mentioned his Lovi.

"Mi tomate…" he muttered. Anna smiled reassuringly.

"He worries so much for you, let's not keep him waiting!" she affirmed. A small smile graced his lips as he nodded once in agreement. The sound of her sweater ripping filled her ears as some mysterious force yanked her from the ship's edge and she should found herself seeing things through Spain's eyes. Arthur must have heard the fabric ripping as he was looking around frantically to see where she had gone. He looked like a dog who had lost his toy, she thought smugly.

"Where is she?! Where has she gone off to?" Kirkland demanded angrily, the only response he was getting being a bunch of confused stares from his crew. Spain started laughing.

"Are you still seeing things mi amigo loco? Was it a flying rabbit again, or perhaps a little mermaid?" he taunted. Britain growled at the spaniard and swiftly kicked him to the floor, pinning him to the ground with his boot.

"I'd watch your tongue before I cut it out." Britain threatened. Spain's response was to merely scoff.

"Soft and senile old man, your empire will fall not long after mine does mi amigo."

"I don't think so, Carriedo, not while I'm still breathing."

"It is your fate, such is to all tyrants." Arthur growled at Spain's insolence and within a flash Anna felt an all consuming pain originating from her left shoulder. She screamed in agony from within Spain's mind, no doubt feeling what Spain must be, but Spain managed to keep laughing despite the fact that Britain had stabbed him/her with his cutlass and was currently pinning them to the deck. Crazy, every single one of them!

"The day I do fall, is the day you've been dead in the grave for centuries!" Arthur spat out, adding to the torture by slowly twisting and digging his blade deeper into the wound. Anna felt tears stream down her face as Spain started to cry out, but she saw an opportunity when Spain's mind blanked out from the pain.

"Sooner than you think…" she bit out through the pain, surprised when her words escaped through Spain's mouth. Well, that's a nifty trick! Britain finally removed the blade and to her horror and disgust, started to lick Spain's blood from the edge, his arrogant smirk returning to his face.

"And what has you so convinced?" Anna, despite feeling that Spain was beginning to lose consciousness due to blood loss, managed to bite out one final sentence.

"History repeats herself as long as there are people who continue to make the same mistakes. And I know… for I am History." Anna, through Spain, winked as she said this before she allowed Spain to fall into darkness, leaving a confounded and angry Britain behind.

…

Lovino didn't know how much longer he handle this. He had watched when Anna's sweater suddenly ripped at her side and a thin stream of blood had started to trickle down. He felt woozy at the sight of it, but stayed strong as Spain slowly became more peaceful and relaxed in his hold. Her currently had Spain's head resting upon his lap, absentmindedly stroking his brown wavy locks as he muttered a few prayers for his safe revival…

"Son of a Bitch!" Lovino looked up to see Anna had returned to normal, tears streaming down her face as she grabbed her left shoulder, collapsing to the ground in pain as she tried so hard not to cry out. Lovino wanted to rush to help her but he felt Spain return to consciousness.

"Lovi? What happened?" Spain asked as Lovino helped him to sit up.

"Toni, are you okay? How do you feel?" Lovino asked, genuine worry present in his face. Spain looked over at him smiled, pulling him into a tight embrace while Lovino blushed bright red.

"Better, now that you're here mi corazon…" Spain muttered into Lovino's hair.

"Don't mind me, just writhing in agony here…" Anna spat out sarcastically, pulling herself to sit against the leg of the table. The two lovebirds quickly jumped apart and hurried to the side of their friend.

"Lo siento mi amiga. How are you feeling?" Spain asked, glancing worriedly at her shoulder. Anna managed to put on a smile.

"I'm probably going to have nightmares of Pirate Britain for years, otherwise I'm okay. Pain is already going away." she replied. Spain chuckled at her response.

"Si, he still gives me nightmares as well. But, I don't hold it against him, we were both different men back then." he said remorsefully. Anna nodded in agreement.

"I could tell, you were both bat-shit insane. You two can't dilly-dally for long, Lovino's going to lead you back to the surface."

"But senorita…!" Spain started to protest but Anna held up her hand.

"You've been through a lot already Spain, you need to get out. If you want, send some backup to pick us up when we get out, okay?" Anna ordered.

"Please, call me Antonio. You've earned it after everything you've done for us." Antonio insisted.

"Thank you. Now go!" she urged.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright ragazza?" Lovino asked as he led Antonio, who had a slight limp she noticed, over towards the open vent. Anna sent them a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, just give me a moment. Need a mental breather." she replied. Lovino nodded before he hopped into the air vent.

"Gracias Anna. And good luck." Antonio said before following Lovino. Anna listened as the pair went away, Lovino whispering something angrily to Antonio who was only trying to say sweet endearments to his boyfriend. Now, that was something she was used to.

To be honest, she was feeling incredibly shaken from that whole ordeal. Not only did she encounter a horrible, terrifying persona of someone she trusted, but he had actually HURT her! She winced when she looked down at her torn sweater, the cut she had received already clotting. Thankfully, it wasn't that deep. Whatever Hive put in that serum certainly made the whole experience more lifelike, she could only dread what Ivan was going through at this moment. Oh god, Ivan! How was she going to cope healing him if she's still reeling from healing Spain? For someone who is supposed to represent History, she really didn't understand what experiencing it was actually like, she realized. It scared her that she was still so… human.

Hang on, if Pirate Arthur had seen her back in the mid 1700s, did that mean that he knew all along who and what she was the moment he saw her? He certainly didn't act like it, though, he was the biggest tsundere apart from Romano… unless, he only now knows just because she went back into Spain's memory? Though, it didn't seem like it was a memory...

Or, was she in a sense travelling through time if certain people could see her?

"GAH! Stupid wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff!" Anna exclaimed in annoyance throwing her hands in the air. This was only adding to her already growing headache.

But, she didn't have time to dwell on that sort of thing. Besides, she reasoned as she got herself off the floor and straightened her glasses, all of these details could be ironed out later. She already knew that she didn't hate nor blame Arthur for what just happened, I mean, how could I? She thought with a small shrug. It was as Spain said, England was a different being back in those days, as well as many other countries at that time. Although, that did not mean that she and Arthur were not going to have some words once this was over. Grabbing her scythe, Anna leapt back into the vents and started crawling once again.

"Don't worry Ivan, I'm coming for you…"

AN: First off, don't kill me Pirate England lovers! But let's be real, he was a pirate, and pirates were just not nice :P Pirates were very superstitious, and they believed that a woman on board would bring bad luck. Anna was lucky that she wasn't killed on sight, because he probably would have had he the chance. Don't worry though, he'll redeem himself in the next story ;) Story's getting more intense from here on out, stay tuned and keep on with those reviews!