The idea that he would still kill me even after he'd gotten what he wanted somehow hadn't occurred to me. Even with how cruel and horrible he was I hadn't been smart enough to think of that possibility. And if he was completely serious about that then there was no way I was going to survive this. Not unless something went horribly wrong for him that kept him from killing me or I could somehow escaped before he could.

But how would I have any chance at escaping when I was unable to even walk. Trent had tied me up in order to make sure of this. And I had no idea what was outside of this room. There was a bathroom down here that Trent would occasionally untie me to use. And the little food Trent gave me he got from a little cabinet and mini refrigerator he had down here. For all I knew, I could be anywhere from the middle of the forest to a bad neighborhood that I'd still be in just as much trouble if I got out into and found by someone else. Hell, I wasn't even aware what country I was in.

But that didn't mean I shouldn't still try. I had to try if I wanted any chance at survival. And that meant I would try. I wanted to survive. Not only for myself but for the people of my country and my friends… if they were willing to pay the ridiculous sum Trent had demanded then that had to mean they cared.

And then there was my family and friends back home. If Trent had managed to transport himself between worlds multiple times then that had to mean that there was a way for me to get back home. If I was back home then I'd get to see everyone again. I hadn't seen them in so long… a few months and it would be a year.

I had to wonder what they all thought of my disappearance at this point. Since it had been so long did that mean they'd given up on me? And what would it be like going back after all I'd been through. I'd missed half of my junior year in high school and almost all of my senior year now. I'd have to make up all of that after having been a country.

The idea of finishing school sounded almost trivial now. I had the fear of not surviving now and the possibility of finishing up school was just now entering my mind. If I hadn't been so terrified I might have laughed. I had to remember… that's that but this is this. I had to push the worries of what would happen when I got back until I actually managed to get back. For right now I had to think about actually escaping and surviving.

Getting out before Trent dragged me off to wherever the 'exchange' would take place was one of the main things to worry about. For all I knew, the 'trade-off' could take place the next morning and I'd be dragged off immediately. It wasn't like Trent would just use his magic, or whatever it was that he was using, to make us appear there. He had to have a means of quick escape. Something that wouldn't take chanting, something like a car.

Getting untied so I could actually run was the other big thing. Trent had tied the ropes insanely tight, each time they were retied it seemed to be worse. They were chafing and uncomfortable, constantly restricting the blood flow in my arms and legs. How I'd get them off I had no idea. It would have to be done as quickly as possible.

If I could possibly find something to cut the rope with when Trent wasn't around. He left me on my own the majority of the time so that was to my advantage. But finding something would be really difficult. There was a can opener but it was far to high for me to reach… maybe there'd be something in the mini-fridge.

Trent pulled up closer causing me to wince. He smirked, looking into my eyes with a glint that made me feel more nervous and fearful than I would've preferred. "An accidental death is always possible to arrange Rissy," he said, his breath tickling my nose. "It's always avoidable too if you would just cooperate with me."

I gulped, if he was getting at what I thought he was implying then… well I really didn't want to think about. To threaten my life over letting him have his way with me… it was sickening. But it might provide me an opportunity to escape as well.

I gulped and looked up into his eyes, forcing myself to nod as the idea of what I was supposedly agreeing to brought tears to my eyes. Trent smirked and untied my hands and feet. He then began roughly kissing me, easily beginning to unbutton my shirt. With my ability to move restored, I brought my knees up and hit Trent directly in the groin. He gasped and fell onto of me, grabbing a hold of my hands so I couldn't push him off of me.

No. I hadn't thought he'd be able to think through the pain enough to grab me. I began struggling and crying for him to let go of me. A laugh managed to escape him through his pain filled moaning. "You thought you be able to get away that easily? St-stupid bitch… I'm not a fuckin' idiot."

I struggled even more, attempting to kick Trent off of me. Tears began pouring down my face. I'd thought I'd been so close to having a chance, but Trent was going to get what he wanted and I would die. There was no way out of this now. I was going to die… and I couldn't do anything to stop that.

"Let go!" I cried, Trent beginning to get back up and sitting on my legs.

He then grabbed both of my hands in one of his and held them above my head. He then proceeded to continue unbuttoning my shirt as I struggled and cried for him to stop. "Shut up!" He yelled, slapping me. "Just shut up and pretend I'm that idiot Prussia or something!"

I sobbed, the hurt of the slap, the fear of what was happening, and the shock of what Trent had just said all bubbling up to be too much. I began struggling even more and managing to slip one of my hands out of Trent's grasp. I quickly began hitting him causing him to use his free hand to grab it and lean forward to put its back in it prison. I took my chance and kicked up with my knee.

Trent went forward and toppled off of the couch, taking me down with him. His head hit the concrete floor with a hard thud, me landing atop of him. I felt his grasp significantly loosen and saw that he was dazed. I jumped up and ran up the stairs and swung open the door, closing it and locking it behind me. I then ran to the door that looked like it would lead outside, buttoning my shirt and trying to not slip from the lack of friction between the wooden floor and the soft hospital socks I was wearing.

As soon as I made it outside I saw that it was nighttime. And I quickly noted that I was looking out into a field. A wheat field that looked to lead to a forest. I made a mad dash toward the forest, figuring I'd be able to hide better in the foliage than I would the wheat field. If The Hunger Games had taught me anything it was that the forest held a plethora of hiding spots.

I ran through the wheat field, grateful for the fact of the wheat being so much taller than me but ungrateful with how long it took me to get to the foliage the forest held. The sound of Trent stumbling out of the house and yelling out in frustration found its way to me as I made my way into the bushes and trees.

He'd have no idea which way I'd headed. The forest had made almost a half of a circle around his house, leaving me with plenty of directions to go. And the other half of the his house had been, what looked like, endless wheat fields so I could've gone to hide out in.

I wasn't even really sure what direction I'd gone, other than that it was the forest. I'd just started running, not caring if I had to zigzag or curve my path. And I was in the forest so I was going to travel into it deeper, hoping to find a rode eventually and get more of a distance between Trent and I.

Distance… yes that was a good thing to gain. And distance could possibly lead me to finding help.

Sheesh xP This was a fun chapter to write! It was like writing the chapters about escaping France's house again! Those were some of my favorite to write :D I love intense chapter where people are running from danger and stuff almost happens but somehow manages not to (though I always feel really lame in however I manage to make it not happen, such as just dazing Trent, but ah well xP)! They're so exciting and nerve-wracking for me ^.^ And Trent finally got some bodily harm in the story so... yay for that ^^;

Prussia: What was with that crack he made about me being an idiot though :/

. You're a jerk for only caring about that...

Prussia: :I I don't only care about that. That Trent bastard needs to die for what he's doing, but I really don't like him now. He called me an idiot! I'm not an idiot! I'm awesome! I'm the awesome Prussia and demand the respect my awesomeness makes me deserve!

Trent: Damnit! why's everybody saying I need to die! You're the author, you're the one making this stuff happen D: I'm not bad, it's just how I'm written!

Shut up Trent, you're a bastard and you know it .

Trent: Fine, I'm not going to deny that... it's true. My parents weren't married when I was born. I am legally a bastard child.

=.= Really? Are you really getting technical on me? Your creator?

Trent: Yes. Yes I am.

Fine then. *snaps fingers*

Trent: *Lightening bolt hits him out of nowhere* Ow... *Falls to the ground*

Prussia: ...O.O You just got kind of awesome. Only kind of though.

^.^ I'll take it and be happy with that compliment! *skips off and hangs out with the severely underloved Baltic states* Canada, you can join us as well if you want ^.^

Canada: M-maple! R-really!

Lithuania: Sure why not?

Canada: ^.^ O-okay then!

Poland: And I shall join as well ^.^

...Fine, but only if you'll let Lichtenstein ride your poney.

Poland: ...Fine.

Lichtenstein: Yay!

^.^ Happy Lichtenstein mean happy Switzerland, which means Italy isn't shot!

Italy: Yay!