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I realised a little too late that I had made an error with Vlad. He was supposed to be in the 2P world, but I accidentally put him in the 1P world to spy on Marius. I fixed that little hole, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 58: Night Tortures

Nicolai sighed, looking over towards the couch.

Ivan was sleeping there, and on the nearby loveseat Dimitri made himself comfortable.

Vlad was supposed to be there as well, but after receiving a text regarding Marius, had to return to the other world in order to spy on her counterpart.

It made Nicolai shudder to think about what Marius would be up to. He knew full well what the Romanian was capable of. And unfortunately for Vlad, she had only glimpsed a small portion of it.

Nicolai jumped when he received a text. He looked at the screen and paled.

It was a message from Belarus.

Big Brother and Big Sister are going to come and get you.

He looked towards Ivan, and sincerely hoped that the pale-haired Russian would be able to stand up to the dark-haired Russian. As for Ukraine, the two Bulgarians had to combine efforts.

…

Henri yawned, putting another paper aside. Just one more, and then bed.

The Luxembourgian was busy, as was normal for him. He hated how his workload forced him to miss out on so many things the other Nations did. Such as the current situation with the other world.

Lars and Bella had been keeping him informed on all that was happening, and he felt bad that he couldn't help out. But in the end, what could he do? He was a small Nation, and he doubted that he would be able to stand a chance.

Monaco had also not gone, simply because she felt that there wasn't anything she could do. And yet Liechtenstein went along, trying her best to help.

The trio managed to get along. Each of them was a small, but rich Nation, and each had elder brothers to rely on. Luxembourg also had an older sister.

He stifled another yawn, but then froze, suddenly wide awake.

There was something in the room with him. Something he couldn't identify.

He let out a strangled cry when he was forcefully pushed forward and his nose collided with his desk. He hoped that there wouldn't be blood on any of the papers from his definitely broken nose. He felt a very large hand at the back of his neck, keeping his head down.

"This one is the fifth," a voice whispered.

He tried to struggle, but it was simply not enough. The one holding him down was too strong.

He screamed when something was stabbed into his hand. When he looked, he saw that it was his pen, and he wondered what could possibly have the strength to put so much force into a pen.

He winced when he felt the one pinning him down grip his hair, yanking his head back, so that he was looking up at the figure behind him.

And he screamed.

…

They had moved Mahesh to the couch. He had fallen unconscious, and his face was flushed with a fever.

"We need to let the others know," Lobsang said. "Something like this isn't normal."

"I suppose I could call Thailand," Jeng Soo said. "I think he's probably the only Southern Asian that will listen to me at this point."

"But…" Yong Soo began.

"He's had his revenge already," Jeng Soo sighed. "And it helps that I didn't try to fight back."

Yong Soo still looked hesitant, but nodded his head in understanding.

"I guess I can call Aniki," Yong Soo said. "He'd probably like to know that something happened to India."

"When you call him, I want you to give him a message," Lobsang said. "He no longer needs to get our counterparts involved. We will come. This is more important than anything else."

"If it helps, I think our Macau is there."

"Really?" Chio asked. "That's good."

…

Yao was running through a forest of bamboo reeds. He could hear his counterpart running behind him, and Yao pushed himself to move faster. He did not want to get close to the other Chinese's knife.

He yelped when his foot sunk into the ground, and he could feel something wet. Looking down, he saw that there was a large, ankle-deep puddle.

Knowing that it would impede his progress, he sighed, trying to move as fast as he could, which wasn't fast as the puddle became some sort of pool, and the water kept rising the more he moved. When it was waist-deep, he started to panic. He knew that there was no way he could escape the other now.

He looked back, and paled when he saw Xiao at the water's edge, smirking at him with amusement.

"Don't stop now," Xiao said. "This is really amusing."

Yao glared at him, and Xiao chuckled.

"I see that you're not going to wade farther along," Xiao said. "At least, not without a little motivation."

And to Yao's horror, Xiao started walking on the water, calmly approaching him.

Yao started trying to push his way further, but when the water reached just underneath his chest Xiao managed to catch up to him.

Yao panicked when he felt a hand on the back of his head, and he was startled when he was pushed forward.

He gagged at the disgusting taste of the water, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the vegetation hidden by the water, which also explained why it was harder to move than it was supposed to be.

He struggled, trying to force his head up, and finally the grip was relinquished.

Yao took in a grateful gulp of breath, before he felt something wrap itself around his ankle, pulling him down again.

…

Yong Soo frowned, pulling his phone away from his ear.

"He's not answering," Yong Soo said.

"Perhaps he's asleep?" Yul suggested. "Shouldn't you be asleep as well?"

Jeng Soo snorted, before he muttered into his own phone what was so funny.

"I'm not tired yet," Yong Soo said. "And you might be right about him sleeping. Still, he should have answered. It's not the first time I called him when he was sleeping."

"What about Japan?" Chio asked.

"No, he's in your world. I could try Hyung."

…

Kiku had his hand on his katana. He did not like this at all.

He appeared to be in a small village, the architecture reminding him of the Edo period.

And the village was completely deserted.

"Something is very wrong here," Kiku said.

"How very observant of you," a voice said from behind him.

Kiku spun around, and in the shade of what was meant to be a home he could see someone that looked a lot like him.

"North Korea was right," Kiku muttered. "We do look a lot alike."

"Except for the eyes," the other said. "My name's Kyo."

"Honda Kiku."

"Why so formal? It's just the two of us. Just you and your reflection."

Kiku's grip tightened on the hilt of his katana.

"And I heard what you 'reflections' are capable of," Kiku said. "And I heard that you're one of the worst."

"True," Kyo said. "I am capable of a lot, and I am one of the worst. Just ask India."

"What have you done to him?"

"Just played around with him a little. But whoever had the last shot appeared to have had a better chance. I've never heard someone scream like that. It's a sweet lullaby."

Kiku took a step back, and that was around the time that Kyo decided to step forward.

Kyo walked closer, withdrawing his own katana, while Kiku backed up at a much slower pace. Just before Kyo reached him, Kiku unsheathed his blade, and blocked the dark Japanese's initial strike.

"Very good," Kyo said. "But let's see if you can keep it up."

…

Hyung Soo grunted as he was slammed against the wall, a hand still gripping his shirt.

He wasn't sure where he was, but he had a feeling that it was a dream. It looked enough like a dream.

"Now," Hyo Soo said, "where is my dearest brother?"

"I don't know," the North Korean said. "I haven't seen Jeng since yesterday."

"I see. And where's your brother?"

"I haven't seen him since this morning. Why are you doing this?"

"I need to find Jeng Soo. Find him, and break him. He wants to be a traitor, he needs to know his place. I guess I should have kept a closer eye on him."

"He's his own Nation. He can make his own choices."

Hyo Soo laughed, and Hyung Soo looked at him with fear and confusion.

"The two of us are two halves of the same Nation," Hyo Soo said. "So I need to find him. If I lose control of his half of the country, I'll be severely weakened."

Hyung Soo looked at him oddly, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

"You two are together?" he asked in a meek voice.

…

Yong Soo frowned, hanging up the phone once again.

"Hyung isn't answering either," Yong Soo said. "Let me try Taiwan."

…

Henri screamed, as his arm was twisted behind his back. His other hand gripped his desk, in a subconscious attempt to alleviate the pain.

He heard a snap, and he screamed as the pain shot up his arm. The wrist of the twisted arm was grabbed, while the grip remained on his forearm, and he could feel the bone pressing against his flesh.

And then the wrist was twisted in the opposite direction.

…

Mei jumped when she heard her phone ring, completely startled awake. She growled, picking it up, and wanted to end the call when she saw exactly who was calling.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" she growled as soon as she answered.

"At least you're answering, da-ze."

"Yong Soo. What do you want?"

"Something happened to India."

At those words, she felt her anger dissipate, and she felt the anger replaced by ice.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Something happened to Raj that affected Mahesh. The other Tibet said that their bond to their country has been severed."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know, but I know that India is no longer a Nation. He's also not human. We don't know what he is now."

"Why are you calling me?"

"Because neither Aniki nor Hyung are answering."

Mei heard a scream, and she had a feeling she knew why neither Yao nor Hyung Soo answered.

"The other side is torturing them again," Mei sighed.

"Again? I thought that it's supposed to be better now."

"Apparently not. Is that all you wanted to say?"

"No, there was something else. The other Tibet said that they'll be coming, and that there's no need to get their counterparts."

"Okay, I'll tell Yao in the morning. Good night."

…

Francois wanted to pay Francis a little visit, but for some reason, the other's dreams were out of reach.

Meanwhile, a dreamcatcher was glowing softly, its job fulfilled.

…

James shuddered, and Eva noticed it.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Something just doesn't feel right," James said. "And it's not him."

The two looked towards the snoring Dane, who was sprawled out on the couch.

"What do you think it might be?" she asked.

"I don't know," James said, absentmindedly rubbing his shoulder.

Eva knew that during his torture by the Nordics, just before the Scandinavian-Oceanic War, Aleksi had shot him in his shoulders with custom-made bullets. The bullets were made from a metal that could dissolve, and once dissolved, it would shoot needles that were hidden underneath the outer layer. It took a lot of effort to remove the needles, and apparently, some of them were still inside his shoulders.

"I'm sorry about what happened," she said.

"You were dragged in," James said. "And you're not the one that hurt me."

He glared at the sleeping figure of the Dane, and Eva sighed.

"Gabriel didn't want to do it either," Eva said, and James stiffened. "He was afraid of the other Nordics, and knew that he had no choice."

"He could have left," James spat. "He could have withdrawn. He shouldn't have…"

James was trembling at that point, and his fists were clenched tightly. Eva understood.

Gabriel may not have wanted to be involved, but he had come up with clever and cruel methods of torture. As it was, James still had a mark left by the Icelandic on his arm, hidden by his shirt.

…

Fletcher wrenched himself awake, tears streaming down his face.

He reached out to rub his shoulders, and felt as the pain was fading swiftly.

'Just a dream,' he thought.

He kept rubbing his shoulders, expecting to feel blood seeping into his shirt, but the only moisture he could feel was his sweat.

He needed to ask Gabriel about it.

…

Matt, Rosa and Alfred were in the Canadian's living room, the TV still on in front of them. Alfred was watching the horror movie with eyes wide, curled up with his knees to his chest, and somehow managing to hug a pillow as well. Matt was staring at the screen, a bored expression on his face, and Rosa was asleep.

Alfred screamed again, and Matt glared at him.

It was really hard to be scared of the movie if your company screamed at every little thing. The Canadian wondered how the Mexican was able to sleep, before figuring that she was either used to it, or she derived so much pleasure from Alfred's screams that the sound was like a lullaby to her.

She wouldn't be the first person to be like that.

…

Raivis stumbled, landing on the ground. He was trembling horribly, and tried to push himself up, but a foot on his back stopped him, pushing him down.

"You're weak," a harsh, cold voice snapped.

The Latvian trembled, suddenly wishing that Ivan was there. At least the Russian might be able to scare off the other.

Raivis was kicked onto his back, and he looked up at the golden eyes of Davis.

"You're pathetic," Davis said. "I should just end your existence right here and now."

Raivis closed his eyes, bracing himself for whatever the redheaded Latvian had in mind. Davis simply stepped on his chest, pressing down, until Raivis cried out at the pain.

"Fortunately for you, I have no idea what kind of effect that would have on me," Davis said. "So for now, I suppose I have to be satisfied with hurting you as much as I can."

Raivis was trembling worse than ever, and his eyes widened when he saw the other pull out a knife.

…

Toris shook herself.

She was trying to stay awake, in order to keep an eye on Feliks, who had calmed down slightly from her sugar rush, but was currently making plans to decorate her room.

"Like, what do you think about magenta wallpaper?" Feliks suggested.

"This isn't your house," Toris said, voice lacking emotion. "I don't think England or his brothers would be very happy with you."

"Like, they could use an entire makeover of their house. They're so totally dull. Ooh, what about a beaded door."

Toris sighed. This had been going on for more than two hours.

…

Felic was watching her counterpart, rubbing her head.

"Couldn't you just shut up?" Felic muttered.

Couldn't Feliks just go to sleep? Felic was deprived of her usual games. Sure, she could go there personally, the barrier weak enough to allow her to pass through. But she couldn't while Toris was there.

She suddenly perked up. There was still a prisoner that she could play with. And she knew that the Northern Powers wouldn't mind her playing with him.

…

The Micro Nations retreated, standing on the edge of Luciano's estate.

They jumped when they heard footsteps, but breathed a sigh in relief when they saw that it was only Ricardo.

"Did you find Raj?" Ricardo asked.

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "But we're too late."

"What do you mean?"

"A Deathplayer took him," Sheila said. "But there was something about Raj. He was…"

"He said something about 'blood calling to him'," Jack interrupted.

Ricardo sighed, looking to the side. The Micro Nations could see that he was furious.

"Did he have anything red?" Ricardo asked, surprising the Micro Nations.

"He was wearing some sort of red cloak," Peter said, voice thoughtful.

"Something tells me that Venezuela knows, and that I'm going to need to go back to the chessboard."

…

"Alright," Gabriel said, sighing. "Everything is secure."

He looked over towards the sleeping Nordics, pleased that their help wasn't really needed after all. It was a precautionary measure, though, and he was pleased that things had gone well after all.

He jumped when his phone rang, and he immediately took it out of his pocket. He paled when he saw the caller-ID.

"What do you want Tobias?" Gabriel whispered.

"You have lost the right to call me by my human name," the Dane's cold voice said. "Norway already had his revenge, and it's about time for my revenge. And you can tell Greenland that she's next. What I have in mind for the two of you…"

Gabriel swallowed nervously as the Dane chuckled, before the call was disconnected.

He turned towards the sleeping Nordics, eyes wide.

"Help," he muttered.

…

The creatures looked down at the unconscious Luxembourgian. The Nation had fallen unconscious right after a leonine creature had emerged from his body.

"Five down, three to go," the draconian creature said.

"Should we do something with him?" the leonine asked, gesturing to the unconscious Nation.

"For now, we can leave him," the lupine creature said. "Soon, all Nations will be soaked bloody red."

…

Felic stared at the room in horror.

It was locked from the outside, so how could Raj have escaped? There was neither a window nor a mirror in the room. And there was no way any of the Nations in the building would have allowed him to escape.

She swallowed nervously. The Northern Powers would not be happy with this revelation.

…

The Deathplayer took Raj to an isolated town in India.

People were in their homes, resting until they were ready for a new day. Only, they would never see it.

The Deathplayer turned to Raj and smirked.

"Have fun."