Liechtenstein sat up and rubbed her eyes. She had been convinced that she had dreamt the whole thing; it was all just a nightmare. A long, vivid nightmare. One quick look around and an attempt at a cheerful voice told her otherwise.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Sealand teased, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. It seemed like he wasn't that upset anymore, and Liechtenstein was glad to see that.

"What time is it?" Liechtenstein asked out of habit, swinging her legs over the side of her cot. She tried not to move her arms or neck much.

Sealand shrugged. "There aren't any clocks around and I haven't seen anybody with a watch. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if they fed us dinner in the morning. But if it'll help you get a grip on the time, we missed breakfast."

Liechtenstein wasn't sure if she was upset about it or not. "Oh," she mumbled, just to give him a response. She was still hungry after they had dinner last night and she couldn't sleep off the hunger, but she knew it probably wouldn't be the best meal and it probably wouldn't be any more filling than last night's was.

"And by 'we'," Sealand continued, "I mean I couldn't push through the crowd to get us any," he admitted sheepishly, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. "Sorry..."

"No, no, that's okay," Liechtenstein assured the boy. She knew he tried, and last night it had certainly looked rough. And somehow, she felt last night was one of the more calm mealtime rushes. She certainly hoped they didn't get any worse than that.

Sealand got up off the floor and sat beside her on the cot. "So how was your first night?"

"Alright," she replied. And it was, given the conditions.

"How ya feelin'?"

"Stiff and sore," said Liechtenstein, rubbing her neck and instantly regretting the movement.

Sealand nodded. "Yup, I thought so." He paused for a moment as if he was deciding what to say. "Hey, you alright enough to come meet someone with me? I think it'll get your mind off of everything... as much as you really can I guess. I-I mean, if your not we can stay here for a bit."

Liechtenstein stood up. "No, I can go." It was a little sudden, but Sealand seemed to think it was a good idea, and it wasn't like there was anything better for her to do than sit around anyway.

Sealand got up, made sure he had his pocket knife, and unlocked the door. He gestured for Liechtenstein to follow him and walked out into the main room. It was the same as last night, except a little brighter. She didn't understand how that really worked since there aren't any windows, but she didn't question it.

Sealand led her along the back wall and away from most of the people who were already out there. Liechtenstein thought he must have gone through a lot in the past week or two, because it seems like he's afraid of everyone here besides Liechtenstein and whoever he was taking her to meet. And she could definitely see it, with how he would tense up a bit if he thought anyone was walking over to them. He had kind of admitted that last night, though, hadn't he? When Liechtenstein was thrown in the room with him, he looked so scared. Liechtenstein didn't realize it then, but he was terrified. Of course he would have tried to assert dominance over her. That was probably the only thing he could've done.

Liechtenstein glanced around the room and saw that some of them did look like they wouldn't mind killing whoever they were told to, but others appeared more like their bravery was just a facade. They were like Liechtenstein herself; they didn't really want to hurt anyone. They just wanted to go home.

And like Liechtenstein, they were all trapped.

Sealand stopped in between rooms 23 and 22. "Okay, so maybe I meant two people," Sealand said, knocking on the two doors. "Open up! It's Peter!"

Behind door 23 a rather rough voice hissed, "It's the kid you've been talkin' to," and opened to reveal a boy who appeared to be about Sealand and Liechtenstein's physical age. He had messy strawberry blond hair- not like anyone's hair was really well kept here- and his face was dotted with freckles. His eyes were a pale, inviting blue, and his face was caring. His arm said 'Amell' on it. He was wearing a pair of dirty gray sweatpants and a red t-shirt that wasn't too badly torn.

Door 22 opened and a girl with black hair stepped out. Her hair was about as long as Liechtenstein's used to be before she cut it, and curly. Her black skirt was torn and frayed at the bottom, and the leggings she wore under them were dirty and ripped enough to be thrown out if she had another pair she could replace them with. Her shirt was deep sea blue and had sleeves that ended in ruffles just before her wrists and flared out a little. The shirt had bloodstains on it, however her bright amber eyes and face seemed gentle. On her arm read the name 'Adelise'. She seemed maybe a year or two older than Amell.

"Good morning, Peter," Adelise said kindly. Her voice was soft and sweet, and her French accent sounded beautiful.

"Hey, Peter!" Amell greeted, trying to sound excited. His voice kind of reminded Liechtenstein of America when he spoke German and she grinned a little. He sounded Austrian, but Liechtenstein wasn't too sure. He didn't look Austrian to her.

"Good morning!" said Sealand, returning the greetings.

Amell noticed Liechtenstein standing behind Sealand. "Who's she?"

"Oh, this is a friend of mine from outside," Sealand said, stepping aside. "Yesterday was her first night, and, I kinda figured you might wanna meet her. Just, y'know, so you know she won't hurt you." He turned to face Liechtenstein. "These two are good. You shouldn't be afraid of them."

Sealand thought Liechtenstein would feel a little safer knowing not everyone here was bad. He knows she isn't really as scared of this place as he is, though. She is scared, he knows that, but just hearing about something doesn't do it justice, especially this place. You just don't get to see the big picture. Her biggest worries at the moment are how to get home and what she's going to eat, and he knows she's more worried about killing someone else than she is about herself getting killed. She hasn't seen what he's seen. He doesn't want her to see what he's seen. But he knows she will eventually. When she does, that's when Sealand knows she'll be relieved to have some people she can rely on besides Sealand himself.

Sealand trusted Adelise and Amell, and they trusted him. Now he was going to trust them to watch over Liechtenstein.

"What's your name?" Amell asked, inspecting the new girl. "Lili?" he answered when he'd seen her arm.

"Yeah," Liechtenstein confirmed, "Nice to meet you."

"So where's your room?" Amell asked, trying to make conversation with her. Amell was pretty accepting and already liked her a lot.

Liechtenstein pointed back at her room. "I stay with Peter."

Amell looked amazed and glanced back and forth between the two nations. "Wow, you got a room with someone you already knew? Awesome! How likely is that?"

Adelise had her gaze set on the floor. "It must be bittersweet seeing her here," she pointed out. "You get to see a good friend of yours in a place where everyone would like to put a knife in your back, but on the other hand..." she snatched a glance at Liechtenstein before turning to Sealand, "she's here."

Sealand rubbed his arm and stared at the floor, shifting his feet. "Yeah..."

Amell pouted and glared at Adelise. "That's depressing, Adel."

Adelise looked at Amell, then Sealand. "My apologies." She then returned her attention to the floor, an embarrassed expression now on her face.

"You know," Amell started, turning back to Liechtenstein and taking over before Adelise could say anything else, "Adel's not that bad. She can just come off as a little aloof sometimes, and kind of awkward. But if you get to know her she's really sweet. We're all in this together and I'm sure she'd love to help you out as much as I would," he explained, defending his friend from the depressing first impression she'd just made.

Liechtenstein nodded competently. "If Peter trusts you, then I do too." Peter already knew what they were like, and Liechtenstein trusted his judgement. Plus they seemed really nice. Amell seemed a lot like Peter himself, and Adelise appears to be really reliable.

"Great!" Amell said, putting his arm around Liechtenstein in a friendly way. "If you need anything and for some reason Peter can't help you, me and Adel are here, m'kay?"

"Oh yes, thank you." Liechtenstein smiled, and seeing a genuine smile like that made Amell smile too.

Adelise tried to talk again and not make a fool of herself. "So where are you from?"

"Oh, I live on the border of Liechtenstein and Switzerland with my brother, Vash," Liechtenstein replied. She paused, then shook her head quickly and closed her eyes tight. She was trying not to picture him when Liechtenstein never came home, and when he never got a call from her saying she was alright. When he woke up this morning and found she still hadn't retured. ...If he had even slept. "He... he has to be worried sick..."

"He probably is," Sealand agreed. Then, realizing that was probably not the best thing to say, he added, "But on the bright side that means he's probably turning the country upside down to find you."

Adelise put her hand on Liechtenstein's back. "I'm sure he'll find you," she assured her. That was a pretty bad lie, though, because if it was that easy to be found here they would have all been rescued and the police would have shut the place down.

Amell had realized something. "Wait a second," he started, getting everyone's attention. When they had all turned to him, he continued. "I don't mean to sound like an inconsiderate jackass here, but what country are we in now? Does anyone actually know?" When nobody said a word he kept talking. "They got you in Switzerland, me in Austria, and Adelise from France, but they took Peter from Iceland. I've met some Russian and Estonian kids here too. Where are we?" he asked again, pointing to everyone as he listed where they were from.

They went in Adelise's room and tried to figure out where in the world they could possibly be. They decided somewhere in Switzerland or Austria would make sense, but they couldn't go off where three people were from. And Iceland, Russia, and Estonia were so out of the way. Since none of them had heard guards speak anything but English, they said Britain or Ireland would be possible, but not likely. They started talking about how being in the middle of Europe would make sense. Sealand and Liechtenstein, having memorized the entire world map said that the middle of Europe would be around the border of Germany and Poland. Still, it didn't really seem to fit.

But that created another question: why would they go so far out of the way just to kidnap a few kids? Not like they were being used for anything besides murder. That seems like an awful lot of trouble to go through if you're just going to kill them off.

Their thoughts were interrupted by the lunch bell. They all got up to go get something to eat, but they all told Liechtenstein to stay. "Why? I can handle it!" Amell grabbed her arm, trying to be a little gentle. Liechtenstein winced, Amell apologized, and he told her that was why. Liechtenstein sat back down again. She thought she should be able to come, but she knew there was no way they would let her. "Alright, I'll stay," she agreed.

"We'll be right back," Adelise said, closing the door behind them as they all walked out.

Liechtenstein looked around Adelise's room from her seat on the floor. There was only one cot, so she probably wouldn't have to share a room any time soon, although there was more than enough space for it. She had four blankets folded under her cot, and she actually had a pillow. She had a short table that was missing one corner, covered with various trinkets. Liechtenstein didn't touch them because she wasn't sure if Adelise had them set up a certain way or something. They were just a bunch of random objects, like a keychain flashlight or a pair of tangled earbuds. She also had a pocket knife, but apparently felt safe enough to leave it here.

When the others came back with the food, Adelise placed a bowl of salad in front of Liechtenstein, along with some coffee and some bread. She looked like she was worried about something. Liechtenstein was about to ask her what was wrong, when Amell piped up. "You're gonna be fine, Adel." His lip was bleeding and dripping down his face but he didn't seem to notice.

"You don't know that," Adelise replied, wiping his face with her sleeve.

Sealand put his food down and went to put a hand on her shoulder. He was limping a little bit. "Of course we do! You have a table of proof right there!" He gestured to the table full of trinkets.

Adelise shook her head and helped Sealand sit down. "That doesn't mean much."

Amell sighed and took a bite of his salad. "You're such a pessimist. You got those trophies for a reason."

"Trophies?" Liechtenstein cut in. They certainly didn't look like trophies.

Sealand nodded. "Yeah! Adel got one each time she won a fight. It's... it's like what I told you last night. But different, I guess." Liechtenstein looked at him curiously and he went on. "She just takes one little thing from each person. Just as proof she won."

Liechtenstein glanced over at the table, then at Adelise, who was looking down at her coffee cup. "That's a lot."

"Well she's been here for months," Amell explained.

Liechtenstein blinked. "Months?"

Amell ripped a piece off of his bread, but didn't put it in his mouth until he finished talking. "Yeah. No one's beaten her yet and everyone outside is borderline scared of her, but she's still afraid of her fight later."

Liechtenstein took a sip of her coffee. It was black, although she thought she could taste a pinch of sugar. She didn't like it much but drank it anyway. "I didn't know you had a fight."

"I didn't either," Adelise mumbled. "They just told me."

"It's after lunch," Sealand added. "And she's gonna do fine." He took a sip of his coffee and gagged. "Blech... That's later, anyway. Let's talk about something else, okay?"