Chapter 2: Strange land
America falls to the ground, rolling onto his side. He groans as he stands up. The glare of the flash leaves his eyes and he stumbles backwards.
"Where the fuck..."He looks around. He's standing on a beach with palm trees surrounding. He pushes his glasses farther up on his nose before turning around. The smell of smoke fills his nose and he starts to walk towards it, images of his heroness filling his head. He stops mouth open in shock. Pirates stare at him from around a campfire. He turns to run, but before he can take more than a few steps, a booted foot slams into his stomach and hes flung backwards. He rolls onto his stomach and manages to get to his feet before the person is pressing him into the sand.
"Let go of me!" He thrashes around as his wrists and arms are bound. The rope tightens and he's lifted to his feet.
"What be happenin'?" A man steps out of the tree. America immediately recognizes him.
"Artie!" He screams. He gasps as a fist is rammed into his gut. The pirate holding the rope pulls him against a tree. Pain and confusion is apparent in his eyes as the rope is securely tied to the trunk.
"Find t' other!" England snaps. "All of ya!" As soon as the crew is out searching he has a knife to the americans throat.
"How do ye know me name, boy?" He snarls.
"All countries know each other England."
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England looks around the conferance room. His eyes latch onto a large map on the wall.
"Canada! You need to see this!" He places his hand on the map, as if he could stop what was happening.
"What is it?" He looks at the map and drops kumijirou in horror."How...what..."
"The countries aren't here anymore. Meaning they don't exist. It's just us now... We have to hurry and fix this." He walks away from the slowly changing map and over to the table. He starts to sheaf through a stack of papers.
"Is this all the information we have on time?"
"Yes. I couldn't find any from America or Russia."
"Thats to be expected." He sighs." I guess we'll have to make due. Lets get to work."
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America howls in pain, his ribs cracking from Englands onslaught.
"Your no country." England snarls. "Your too weak."
"I am America. Land of the free and home of the brave. Don't fuck with me, England." A hand meets with his face, leaving an angry red mark.
"Don't ye talk to me as such, ye lubber." England leans against a tree across from him.
"I'll ta-"He stops as the pirates start to come back into the clearing.
"Report."England commands.
"No one to be found with'n 3 miles. No trace of an'one ever bein' past t' camp." England knife sticks with a solid smack, wedged into the wood next to America's face.
"What are ye playin' at, boy?"
"I'm not playing at anything." America says, wincing as blood slides down his cheek.
"Tie 'im in one o' t' tents. If there is some un else they wouldn' dare walk through a tent o' sleepin' pirates." England pulls the knife from the tree trunk. "After tommoro' mornin' it won' matter is there is some un else or not. We'll be long gone."England walks over to a small tent." Gag 'im also. We don' wan' 'im givin' away our camp by screamin' again." The tent flap closes behind him.
America curses in his mind (very colorfully, I might add) as he's pulled away from the tree. A rag is shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head. He struggles as he dragged into a large tent and forced to sit against the middle support pole. After he's tied they leave him. He lays on his side and curls as best as he can.
"Where the hell am I?" He whispers to himself, tears silently falling down his face.
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I made the hero cry! Technically England did, but it was prussias awesomeness in the tiny corner that we all have of him that came up with it.
Reveiw plz! Without reveiws my mind will shrivel and die!
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