Things were going to start working out for Trent? What was that supposed to mean? Did he expect than anyone would cooperate with him? If that was the case then he was extremely deluded. No one was going to cooperate with him. Thomas had already made it clear that he was now completely against what Trent was trying to do and I obviously wasn't going to willingly help him.

A smirk was beginning to play on Trent's lips as he reached into his pocket. Thomas' eyes widened as I tried to see what Trent was pulling out. "Trent… you don't have to do this!" Thomas said, his tone becoming panicked as he stepped forward.

A click sounded and I saw that Trent was pointing a gun at Thomas. "I'm not afraid to shoot you. So if you know what good for you then you won't come any closer," Trent said with a cold and uncaring tone, as if his friendship with Thomas were nothing.

But Thomas continues to inch closer, looking between the gun and I with worry and fear. A bang rang out and Thomas fell to the ground. I screamed as blood started pooling around him, from where I could tell. I jumped up but was quickly grabbed by Trent. The gun was pressed against my temple as I struggled to get over to Thomas.

Trent began chanting some words in Latin. I could no longer understand the phrases like I'd been able to when I'd escaped Trent before. A bright light flashed as Thomas reached towards us and some nurses opened the door.

Suddenly I was in a totally different environment. Instead of the hospital room Trent had somehow transported us to a room that looked like it was possibly a basement or could've been a bomb shelter. I was thrown onto a couch that was in the room as Trent put his gun back into his pocket. He then proceeded to tie me up.

"Let go!" I screamed, hoping there might be someone outside of the room who would hear me and come help me.

As he tied me I struggled to get away from him, using much more effort than I ever had when Mayotte and Canary had tied or handcuffed me. This was so much different than those times. This was life or death. I could very well die if I didn't get out of here. And if I was tied up and unable to even attempt escape then my chances of survival went down drastically.

"Stop struggling," Trent growled, pulling out the gun and roughly pushing it against my neck.

I coughed, unable to scream from the sudden blow to my windpipe. Tears began streaming down my face as Trent finished tying me up. I was defenseless and had no hope of escape. "Now…" Trent said, his expression become amused and excited with how things were progressing for him. "We need to make it so they'll take me seriously when I give them my demands…"

The muzzle of the gun was suddenly pushed against my right shoulder and a bang sounded. I screamed, a horrendous pain shooting through me. I cried out, my head earning its own throbbing pain as Trent slammed the gun against it. My tears were beginning to mix with the blood that was trickling down my head from the contact with Trent's gun.

A piece of duct tape was placed over my mouth and a camera was set up. During the recording Trent explained his demands of being given a massively large sum of money. He knew that one small country like me wasn't enough to get the kind of power he so craved so he'd settle for billions of dollars instead.

To further prove how serious he was about his demands. He kept his gun pointed against my head almost the entire time and pulled out a knife at the end, carving a T into my left arm. He claimed this would be something for me to remember him by when everything was all over.

When the recording was over Trent took the camera with him outside of the room, leaving me alone on the couch. I sobbed, the pain overtaking my entire thought process. I had one of the lowest pain tolerances in the world, but I was pretty sure anyone would find this amount of pain unbearable. I couldn't even focus on trying to formulate a way to escape.

All of those stories and movies where people took a bullet or had been horribly beaten but still managed to fight on… I didn't understand how those could possibly be true or considered realistic. I just wanted to die so the pain would stop. I knew I had friends who would want me to not give up… but could anyone really blame me if I did? Could anyone actually call me weak at this point?

I felt a sudden lack of pain. I was incredibly noticeable for me but I welcomed it as anyone would've. It reminded me of something… something that had happened since I'd showed up in this world. It was when Britain had accidentally broken my nose! My nose had definitely been broken but it had healed before . And Thomas had been going on and on about how amazing it was that I was healing so quickly from such substantial injuries.

I looked and saw that, though I still had blood staining my clothes, I was no longer bleeding. There were scars where I'd been hurt, but they were no longer open. And the bullet seemed to be pushing its way out of my body. Could being a county have some sort of affect on my healing process? Was it able to speed it up to an inhuman speed? Russia had jumped out of a plane without a parachute and lived… so it was completely possible.

There was still pain but it was quickly dulling and by the time Trent came back, which was a good amount of hours later, it was completely gone. He looked me over, becoming suddenly interested in the fact that I wasn't crying and that the blood covering me was dry. "Thomas had said you'd healed alarmingly fast… he had to make it look like it had taken a lot longer than it actually had…"

I glared as he grabbed my face and pulled me closer. Fear filled me. Even if I could heal extremely fast that was no guarantee that Trent still couldn't kill me. The glint in his eyes made it obvious he was thinking the same thing. If he couldn't kill me and the other countries were aware of this then all they would have to worry about was finding me. But it wasn't like it was something he could really test out. If he killed me it would be game over. He'd have nothing to negotiate with.

"But there must be the possibility of death for a country… jut look Rome," Trent muttered.

But Rome wasn't dead… Trent must not have realized that though. I wasn't going to try to correct him if his ignorance kept me alive though. I wasn't even sure if I was safe so I was going to take any break I could get. I'd have been an idiot not to and now was not the time to be an idiot.

Days passed before Trent got word back from the nations on his demands. The days were filled with him causing more bodily harm to me to see what would or wouldn't heal. As each wound healed he'd make a new one in its place. The T shaped scar he'd given me had become worse with each time he reopened it. Instead of being a barely noticeable, light pink imperfection on my skin it had become bright red and looked to be infected.

It was easy enough to say that I'd come to find a completely new and unchallengeable hatred for Trent. He was cruel and horrible. I'd managed to keep him at bay well enough that he hadn't managed to do anything outside of causing me bodily harm. With the knowledge of how quickly I could heal I wouldn't allow myself to let the pain stifle me enough to not fight back.

The sudden hysterical laughter from upstairs made me nervous. Him practically smashing the door in was even more worrisome, especially when I caught said of expression on his face. He looked as though he'd cracked. A maniacal smile on his face and his eyes worthy of the 'crazy eyes' title. He made his way over to me and lifted my up by the collar of my shirt. I winced, my left arm throbbing as it usually did now. "Your friends have made contact with me Rissy," he said. "They're going to give into my demands… but what's to say you'll actually live through this?"

My eyes widened. If he was saying what I thought he was saying then… even though he was getting what he wanted… I would still die if it were possible.

Geez... I really hope this chapter didn't suck xP I always think I suck when it comes to writing violent chapters. Love reading the stuff *coughcough*HungerGamesandHarryPotter*coughcough* but I fail at writing it :(

Prussia: This is true :/ You are so not awesome with violence.

...Why're you being so mean to me lately!

Prussia: Cause I'm not in the story lately :/

Russia: Da! What has happened to my extra screen time?

...I'm really sorry? It's not really possible to just have you guys poof into it out of nowhere :/

Prussia: Sure it is, I'm just that awesome ;)

But that would just be a lame copout way to fix the problem :/ But either way I promise you'll both be in the sequel more :)

Russia: There is sequel?

Oh yes ;D I have a sequel planned. I've been wanting to write it for a while. And it will be... quite different from this one :P

Mayotte and Canary: And we'll totally be in it, right?

Not if I can help it .

Canary: And why not?

Prussia: Because nobody likes you two, you're so un-awesome it's not even funny ;D

And before they can even try to come up with a comeback to that perfectly true insult I'll say this... Hasta la pasta! Oh! And Happy Fathers Day everyone :D