*This is a fictional war

America pulled half-heartedly at the ropes holding him to the chair. "Did you really have to go this far?" He complained, but his voice only edged on annoyance, nowhere near the anger he should be feeling right now. "It can't be helped." Germany shrugged. "I need your brother to come out of hiding." He threw a look at the North American in the chair, legs splayed lazily in front of him, an almost bored look on his face. The bonds were tight enough to hold him, but not to hurt him.

"Just be glad we're holding you hostage to Italy's standards. As you know, my boss prefers a rougher way." Germany said shortly, wryly remembering how most captives are treated. America actually laughed at this. "Dude, as if you could hurt me!" Germany was a little concerned about how laid back America was. You'd almost think that he was just a guest over for a snack rather than a captive. Italy patted America on the head, as though he were a dog. "It's okay America!" Italy said happily. "Once Canada come out of hiding to save you, we'll let you go!"

America thought about this for a moment. "I dont think this is a good idea." He warned. Germany frowned. "Maybe so, but we have no other choice. We need Canada to join the war or we will lose."

"Okay, but-" America began to point out the obvious flaw in their plan. Something large exploded in the distance, and the soldiers voiced were loud and hurried, then just as quickly went quiet. Germany rushed to the window and stared with wide eyes as yet another tank blew up. America ignored the commotion as though he was used to it - no, as though he was expecting it. America continued his thought, carelessly. "Even if he joins the war, you kidnapped me."

As another explosion sounded, nearer than before, Germany turned to America, his eyes widening with realization. "What makes you think he'll be on your side?" America finished with a smirk. The next explosion happened right outside the door, and the Germany turned to release America, but America was no longer tied to his chair. "What-" Germany turned at the familiar cry. "Italy!" The other country crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

"You were tied up!" Germany accused, painfully aware of the enemy getting ever closer outside the door, and the now-free enemy inside the room. America laughed again, the same carefree laugh as earlier, as he sized up Germany. "I untied myself a long time ago. Italy sucks at keeping prisoners contained." He stretched, popping his neck. Germany's responding curse was drowned out by a large bang. "Aand.. That would be the door." America commented.

He stepped over Italy's limp firm and grasped a brick, pulling it cleanly out of the wall, leaving a gaping hole. He weighed the brick in his hand, then met Germany's eyes. "It's best if you don't fight." He warned. "I'm doing this to save you." The sound of footsteps running down the hall ways obvious now, and Germany realized that America was right. Even so, it took all his strength to not dodge or block the oncoming blow.

Germany's body slumped to the floor as the door to the room they were in blasted open. Canada burst into the room, bloddied and carrying the smell of gunpowder, smoke, and gasoline. "America!" America turned to see his frenzied brother, eyes wide and feral, a vicious growl ringingbin his tone. America grinned, holding out his arms. "I'm fine, Canada!" He had to take a step back to steady himself as his brother launched himself into his arms.

"Sorry I took so long." Canada murmured in his typical fashion, his eyes already turning less feral. America grinned. "Bro, I could hear you coming from miles away, did you destroy every tank in the German army?" Canada pulled out of his brothers arms, and began inspecting him for injuries. "I don't know about miles," He said distractedly. "I only measure in kilometres. Also, I didn't just destroy the tanks." America felt a chill run through his bones at the casual way Canada said his next words.

"I destroyed the whole army."