England still couldn't believe that she had just gotten herself caught by the Italy brothers. The pathetic way both of them were acting now did nothing to help her self-esteem.

"This is your fault, Feli. If you weren't so careless then England wouldn't be our hostage right now."

"I'm sorry, brother," the other Italian sobbed. "I didn't know that the hole a couple of kids dug in my backyard would catch England. Brother, I'm so scared. What if she makes our house explode?"

"If that happens then it's all because of you! If you ever find England in a hole again, I am going to push you in so that you'd be stuck there with her!"

"No, no, no! I promise, Lovi. I won't ever do it again. Don't make me stay here with her. Please, please, please—"

"Alright, never, huh? I'll give you ten seconds. Say, "I'll never take England hostage," one hundred times."

"Brother, I can't talk that fast!"

"Well too bad!"

England sighed in exasperation. She might as well use this time to her advantage. Looking around her prison cell, she spotted a shovel. The ground under her feet was composed of loose soil. If she had just enough time, she could dig herself out.

She took a peek at the Italians, who had now gone to the next room and were still arguing about what to do with her. With them out of the way, she could start digging.

***

Two hours later

England crawled out of the hole looking soiled and exhausted yet triumphant.

"Yes!" she said to herself as she dusted her clothes. "That shows them not to underestimate the British Empire!"

Still, she had been too careless today. If Germany had been present, the consequences of her mistake would've been unimaginable. Now that she had escaped, all she had to do was to blend in with the Italian public and make her way to the hidden British plane waiting to take her back home.

England was glad to say that she had packed some extra clothes in her knapsack (which the Italians were too idiotic to take away from her). She found some place to change before she set out to walk the streets of Italy.

***

Well, that was pretty easy, she thought smugly, making her way through crowds of people. In her preoccupation of escaping, she didn't notice the people who were looking strangely, particularly the German nearby.

She was surprised, then, when she found herself being captured a second time.

"What the—"

"You!" she heard her assailant say behind her. "What are you doing in Italy? And what were you doing coming from Italy's house, huh? Answer me!"

"Germany?! Get your bloody hands off me!" she said, struggling.

"Not a chance, England!" he said, already dragging her back in the direction she came from. "I don't know what you did or were planning to do, but I know you're up to no good!"

"I wasn't doing anything wrong! I was just escaping from those two idiots you call allies!"

Germany stopped. "They managed to catch you all by themselves?"

"By accident," England said, trying to save her pride.

"That's a surprise," he muttered, continuing his efforts in dragging her back towards Italy's house.

"What I really want to know is what gave me away," England murmured, sounding peeved.

"Well, since your horrid sense of fashion made you stick out like a sore thumb."

"Excuse me?"

And that was the day England decided that she would never tease France for his superfluous concern in matters of fashion again.

For once, America was the first to arrive for the Allied Forces meeting.

"Ha," he said to himself. "I wonder what all the others would say when they see that I'm the first one to arrive. They'll surely call me a hero then!"

He was about to step into the room when he noticed someone drawing on the chalkboard. It was England. America peeped into the room from behind the slightly open door.

She was drawing the Axis Powers on the chalkboard (in a very cute drawing style, he observed).

"So she's the one who's been drawing the portraits," he said to himself. He almost didn't realize England finishing her drawings and getting ready to leave the room. He jumped out of sight just in time.

When she was gone, America walked into the meeting room and looked at the chalkboard carefully.

England's pictures were alright, but he was sure that he could do an even better job. Determined to outshine everyone once again, he decided to draw the Allies in an awesomely American drawing style.

***

When England had returned, France, Russia and China were with her. They walked into the room and quickly noticed the unusual illustrations on the board.

"What are these doodles, aru?" China asked, looking at the board in concentration.

"I think those are supposed to be of us," England said, looking bewildered.

France pointed to one of the figures on the board. "Are you saying that this is supposed to be me? My beauty isn't captured at all!"

"At least it's a perfect rendition of your face, France. The drawing of me looks like it has caterpillars on its forehead or something," England complained.

"They look so creepy," China said, concentrating on each of the weird caricatures.

Russia suddenly got out a pickaxe from nowhere. "If that's me can I stab the chalkboard?"

"No!" everyone else yelled simultaneously, looking terrified at the sight of a pickaxe in Russia's hands.

America, sensing his plan backfiring, decided to claim no connection to the weird drawings on the board. "You guys are right! We have to make the person who drew these pictures pay, even if they did illustrate us in a New York drawing style which is still relatively cute but unacceptable in this case."

England sighed. "So it was you, huh, America?"

At this, Russia perked up and raised his pickaxe threateningly. "America, perhaps you would like to help me sharpen my pickaxe while we discuss your interesting artistry."

And so began a perfectly normal Allied Forces meeting.

"Ah, England," a familiar voice said behind her. It sounded a lot like Sealand except this voice was deeper, older. She turned around to see a young man walking towards her.

"I'm so happy you came over here to congratulate me. I mean, you're my older sister and all so it's a pretty big deal for me," the young man was saying.

England felt smaller now that he was standing beside her. "Yeah?" she said nervously.

The man nodded. "Hey, England, who ever thought that a change in the Earth's crust would cause a large area of land to come up from beneath me? Well, it's really cool that happened and all since I'm a country now because of it..."

England finally processed it all. "S-Sealand?"

"Yeah, England? Hey, you suddenly look all pale...are you alright?"

Before she could realize it, she was losing consciousness.

***

England woke up with a start. She panicked for a minute before she realized that she was safe at home, in her bed. It had all just been part of a horrible nightmare.

She thought to herself as she settled back into bed that, next time, she wouldn't eat as many scones before going to sleep.

AN: Yes, I know this chapter was completely fail. I'm sorry for that :(

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