Author's Note: I just asked the Hetalia Writer's Server on Discord who should I cover this week. Someone said England and this match came to life. I just wrote it and this is what we have. Poor Arthur suffering at the hands of Hecate and Lucy. He doesn't deserve this pain. I already know what the next two weeks are going to bring us. Plus, October is coming next week. Expect the crazy to really come in waves!

Match Fourteen: Cemeteries of London:

They barely see Arthur around anymore. He won't answer their calls. How can he? Lucy had his phone. She frowned as she looked through his messages.

"Hm… I don't like any of these people," Lucy said. Arthur sat in the corner staring at her with big, empty eyes. The nightcomer smiled.

"Time for them all to go bye-bye!" she said. Lucy went through the contacts menu and started deleting the numbers all of the other countries.

"America, bye-bye. China, bye-bye. France… maybe… Just kidding, bye-bye! Spain, bye-bye. Sealand, bye-bye. Japan, bye-bye," she said as she went down the list. "Russia, bye-bye! Germany, bye-bye! You know what? Bye-bye to all of them!" With one more button, all of his contacts were gone.

"Ah, that's better!" Lucy said. "I will still be keeping your phone. In fact…" She opened it up and took out the battery. The nightcomer chucked it out the window. Afterwards, she locked the phone up in a kitchen drawer.

"There!" Lucy said. "You know something, I've never really liked cell phones. They are the bane of my existence. Everyone in Ikebukuro is addicted to their cell phones. Bloody things. This just made me feel so much better!" Lucy walked out of the kitchen. Arthur just sat there and let her do it. They've taken his will to fight back.

First was Hecate. Then Allison. And now Lucy finished him off. Speaking of which…

Lucy glanced over her shoulder. "Oh and one more thing." Arthur lifted his head. He could see the icy fire in her eyes.

"I will be going through laptop and other electronic devices," she said. "Don't do anything stupid." And then she was gone.

Arthur barely moves anymore. He just laid there in bed. Hecate caressed his cheek.

"Are you afraid?"

"…"

"Don't be. Just embrace it already. We're just about done with opening the gates. It will all be better." Such cruel words dipped in sweet honey. Arthur closed his eyes and winced.

Meanwhile, Hecate has her own agenda. It would not be wise to withhold information from their mother. But, she's found a way. She too has seen the many outcomes of this game. She has seen the winners.

Mother's plan will not work.

Hecate won't say that out loud however. She has to smile and be loyal. They all needed each other after all. They just didn't like each other.

Hecate kissed Arthur on the back. "Give yourself completely over to us."

He shook his head. "Never."

"Why do you keep resisting?"

Arthur huddled up into a ball and shut his eyes. Hecate smiled and shook her head. Still fighting it, huh? What do you know? Even her mother couldn't fully pull him over. The Englishman became passive, but still didn't want to pull back.

He did try to escape once.

This happened three days ago.

The nightcomers were not in the flat at the time. Arthur was left alone. The silence made him more nervous. Some of them could be hiding in the house. However, he didn't think about that. He wanted to go outside for a change. The urge overwhelmed his rational thought. He felt like he just had to do it. The Englishman pushed himself to his feet and dragged himself to the front door. He used his strength to unlock the bolted down and open it. Arthur collapsed outside.

The streetlights were so bright that they nearly blinded him. His body trembled at the hot summer night air. Was he smiling? He didn't know. The will to go outside pushed him further. He didn't care what state he was in. Arthur got up and started walking.

The night made him shiver despite being so hot. Arthur walked around with his hands in his pockets. Where was he going to go? The Englishman didn't think about that. He just kept walking. Arthur felt like a little kid in a new world. It didn't matter if there were eyes on him. He thought that he was smiling.

A sharp breeze brought him back to reality. Arthur looked around and found himself standing in a graveyard. He had no idea that he got here or when. His stomach turned. The Englishman whipped his head around.

"Who's there?" he asked. The man couldn't see anyone in the dark. Arthur's eyes shifted back and forth. Did they find them? That couldn't be right. They hadn't been in the flat since they left. They couldn't have known that he was out, could they?

"Hello?" Arthur asked again. He could hear footsteps. The Englishman shivered.

"Stay back!" he shouted.

"Arthur?" a familiar voice asked. "Is that you?" The Englishman tilted his head. He narrowed his eyes in the dark.

"Feliciano?" he asked. The Italian man walked into the street lights. At first, Arthur didn't move.

"Arthur, what are you doing out here?" Feliciano asked.

"Are you really Feliciano?" the Englishman asked, taking a step back. The Italian man looked so confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "What's gotten into you? Are you feeling okay?" Feliciano walked towards him, but Arthur took a step back.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Talk to me."

"Prove to me that you are Feliciano!" Arthur said.

"What?"

"Prove it to me right now. What was your first thought this morning?"

"I don't know! Why are you yelling at me?!"

Arthur took in a slow breath. "I'm sorry."

"What's gotten into you?" Feliciano asked. "Why haven't we seen you lately? You look awful. Are you sure you are okay?" The Englishman slowly shook his head. He looked down at his hand.

"I'm in trouble," he admitted. "Really bad trouble."

"What do you mean?" the Italian man asked. Arthur started looking away. Part of him hoped that Feliciano wouldn't pick up on what was going on. But, he also desperately hoped that the Italian man would hear his cries for help.

"What's the matter?" Feliciano asked. "Please, talk to me. I want to help you." The Englishman shook his head.

"I don't think you can help me," he muttered.

"What?" the Italian man asked.

"I'm sorry," Arthur said. He turned and walked away.

"Wait! Arthur! What's the matter?" Feliciano asked. The Englishman waved him off as he disappeared out of view. By the time he made it home, the flat was still empty.

So far, Allison and her daughters hadn't said anything about his little outing.

Hecate pulled him closer to him.

"I know what you did three days ago," she whispered. "You can't fool me." Arthur's eyes widened.

"We can't have you going around asking for help," she whispered. "You will ruin everything." Her nails dug into his chest.

"You have to give yourself over to us," she said. "I have a way to help you." Hecate smirked at the little gasp she heard. She let go of the Englishman and climbed out of bed. Arthur didn't move. He gave on wishing that this would end. He could only dread what would be coming next.

"Get up!" Hecate said. Arthur shrank back into a ball in bed. The nightcomer put her hands on her hips.

"I said get up," she said. She smacked him on the hip. Arthur yelped aloud.

"Get up," Hecate said again. "Don't make me repeat myself again. The Englishman reluctantly crawled out of bed. The nightcomer regained her composure.

"Good," she said. "Now follow me."

"C-C-Can't I get dres-?" Arthur asked.

"No!" Hecate hissed. "Come on already!" She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of his room. They ended outside to a small shed. Hecate stopped in front of the closed doors. Arthur stood on his toes and watched. Hecate turned to him with a little smile on her face. She had her hand to the hand.

"Welcome to the final trial," Hecate said. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. "You need to give yourself over to us." The nightcomer pushed him into the shed. Arthur was in a fog until he heard the door slam shut behind him. The Englishman turned around. The shed was pitch black. Arthur shivered as he looked around.

But then, he paused.

Arthur glanced behind him. Many yellow glowing eyes lit up in the dark. When he turned around, the Englishman noticed he wasn't alone.

"No…" he said. A rat jumped out and bit him on the arm. Arthur's howl filled the darkened shed. More rats jumped at his body. They didn't stop biting and scratching at his body. The Englishman didn't have anywhere to run. The door was bolted shut and he couldn't see anything, but the bodies of rats.

"Help! Help me! Let me out!" he screamed.

"Do you give yourself over to us?" Hecate asked outside.

"No!" Arthur snapped.

"Fine then," was all she said. The rats made their way to the man's face. Arthur could barely stand anymore. He struggled to grab onto anything. The biting and scratching grew deeper into his skin. He could feel his teeth down to his bones. Arthur sank down into a little ball.

"You win! Please let me out of here!" he cried. "I will give myself over to you! I can't take this!"

Satisfied outside, Hecate opened the door. Arthur lay on the ground huddled in a ball in the dark empty shed. She walked in and picked him up. The nightcomer had to walk the broken man back to the flat. Hecate smirked to herself the whole time.