(Okay, just finished my whole outline for the story. It's gonna get pretty fucked so... yeah. I better put that into my dedication! I'm TOTALLY PSYCHED FOR THIS THO. It's gonna be REALLY long!)

You insert the disk into the player and begin.

"Berrrrrlitz! Berlitz, where are you?!"

It was wet. It was cold. The sky was thick with gray clouds.

Prussia joined in. "Berliiiiiiitz! Come here, ya dumb dog!"

"Hey!"

Prussia laughed at his brother's shock. "I'm kidding, West! I'm kidding!"

The lone sound of their feet hitting the pavement filled the air as they continued through the streets. Puddles of water reflected their weary faces and the few streetlights illuminated the damp sidewalk, alleys, apartments, and windows into various sparkling shades of dark blue. Prussia would've thought it awesome if it weren't for his wet socks sending chills throughout his body. Of all things to forget in their hurry, they had to forget their shoes.

Germany shouted into the darkness once again. "Berrrrrrrrlitz!"

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

"Bruder, are you sure he went this way?" asked Germany.

"Ja, I'm sure," said Prussia as a chill went down his spine. He sneezed. "Ugh… Goddamn it, I think I caught a cold."

"Good, you deserve it for being so irresponsible."

"Aw geez, West, don't be like that!" Prussia exclaims. "How was I supposed to know Berlitz would just run out the door like that?"

"Prussia, you left the door open all day! What did you expect?"

"That Berlitz would be a good dog and stay in the house! I mean, you did train him."

Germany stopped at the empty intersection and turned his head frantically. "Berrrrrrlitz!" he called again.

Drops of rain start to fall from the sky. Prussia groans with annoyance, "C'mon, we should head home. We've probably woken up everyone in Berlin by now. Besides, I'm sure he'll head back home as soon as the thunder starts up again."

"We can't. Berlitz has never done something like this before. Something must be wrong." Germany hurried down the other street.

Prussia sighed and followed right behind him. Prussia's plans were ruined. Another night surrounded in Berlin's enchanting neon lights of every color, drinking himself till everyone looked as beautiful as he is, coming home and watching some sitcom he merely watched to criticise loudly until he passed out, regurgitating everything the next morning as his disappointed brother hilariously massages his temples in observance; all of it ruined because his brother's stupid dog ran away and even if found, a cold would constrict Prussia to bed for a few days. Prussia felt annoyed just thinking about it. He couldn't stand staying inside like that. But at the same time… He looked to his brother's back nearly disappearing into the darkness. At the same time, he was gonna miss the dumb dog if he never came back. Plus, Germany's relentless moping would chip away at Prussia's ego all the while. It was an unavoidable fate. A glorious memory of glittering lights over a sweaty, smelly, smiling crowd came to Prussia's mind. Why do all these things happen to me? He thought in agony.

As they passed another intersection, a nearby park illuminated by a single streetlight came into view. Prussia stopped. "Hey, West!"

"What?"

"There's a park over this way. Maybe Berlitz is there."

Germany quickly came to his brother's side. They stared at the looming trees enveloping the pathway and the dark abyss at the end of it. The lights must've gone out during the storm, but why the one streetlight in front was still working confused Prussia. Then again, he has seen stranger things. However, for a moment, he felt like he was somehow being sucked into it. Just by looking at Germany, Prussia could tell he was just as weirded out as he was. Germany looked to the street signs and his eyes narrowed.

"Was this park always here?" he asked.

"Huh? What kinda question is that?"

"I know it sounds weird but... I don't recall there being a park around here."

"It could be a new one. The city's been changing a lot lately."

Germany stared silently into the abyss instead of answering, leaving only the faint sounds of dripping gutters to fill the silence.

Prussia was suddenly filled with a want-no, a need-to go home. Then again, who wouldn't? Everything was ruined anyway and the dumb dog would probably come home soon! What's the point in all this? "Are you serious, West? It's a park. How could a whole park appear outta nowhere? This isn't some horror movie." The rainfall starts picking up. "C'mon, let's just go already. It's gonna start storming soon."

Prussia starts heading toward the main path, and after a few moments, Prussia's suspicions are quelled by Germany's footsteps behind him. They reach the main path and for a moment, Prussia feels a chill go down his back. He knew the dog was gonna be in there, but the thought of leaving the streetlight's reach strangely terrified him. Nonetheless, he made sure he didn't show it and kept moving forward into the darkness.

Soon, they found themselves so far gone that the entrance's light was nothing but a speck of blue behind them. The rest of their vision was thick with looming trees that stared them down, and a bluish darkness due to the moon's light breaking its way through the gray clouds. They were still following the main path and it didn't seem to branch off into another the whole time. However, concern for the peculiar, unending path was wasted on Prussia at this point; all he cared about was getting home and not walking around with soggy socks.

Then, from the darkness ahead of them came movement and faint, spotty colors of orange. Berlitz was lying down with his muzzle between his two paws, looking very much bored.

"Finally! We've been looking all over the place for you!" said Prussia with a smile. Even though his want to go home was pretty strong, he couldn't help but feel happy to find Berlitz with his pink, hanging tongue and his perked ears. When Prussia came close enough for Berlitz to see him, Berlitz raised his muzzle and jumped to his feet with excitement. Prussia stopped and happily prepared himself for Berlitz's greeting with open arms. Berlitz's posterior went in the air and his paws outstretched. He jumped and barked but surprisingly didn't move from his spot.

"Hm?" remarked Prussia as his smile faded. He let down his guard and continued his approach till the rope tied around the dog's neck came into view. The other end was tied to a nearby tree. No wonder they couldn't find him!

As soon as Prussia was within range, Berlitz greeted him with kisses and slobber. "Aw geez, nice to see ya too!" Prussia reached for the rope and began untying him. As soon as Berlitz was free, he jumped and knocked Prussia over, delivering a barrage of kisses all over his face.

"Berlitz! Haha, stop it! Stop it! Let me up!" Prussia exclaimed. Berlitz obeyed and jumped to the side, his tail wagging furiously.

As Prussia dusted himself off, a sudden realization came over him. He found Berlitz with Germany behind him; of all people to greet first, it would've been his brother, not him. Plus, his brother would've been the first to rush to Berlitz's side and untie him. Prussia slowly turned around.

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

A sudden feeling of panic took hold of Prussia's heart. "...West?" he said, almost in a whisper.

"West?" he said a little louder this time. Nothing.

Upon hearing his master's name, Berlitz perked his ears up and sniffed the air. Prussia walked back the way he came and forward a bit in the hopes of finding Germany, but to no avail. He was truly gone.

How could this happen? His brother was right behind him the whole time and seemed way too worried about Berlitz to ever stray from his mission. Or was he? Prussia couldn't remember; his thoughts were too filled with ruined plans and annoyance over said ruined plans to know. He motioned for Berlitz to follow him and anxiously headed back the way he came.

Prussia has become separated from his brother before and usually didn't give two shits because he knew he could depend on him, but this time, a nagging feeling that something was different made him worry. Finding Berlitz tied to a tree was one of the biggest ones. Although Prussia couldn't fathom why Berlitz was tied to a tree, one thing was clear: they weren't alone out here.

"West?!" he yelled. "West, where are you?!"

No answer.

Then, a huge blow to the nape of Prussia's neck made him stumble. The pain seared from his neck to his head. It was unbearable. When he hit the ground, he felt his eyelids forcing themselves closed.

He was so sleepy.

Then, blackness.

***

Prussia woke up to the smell of hay. Hay? Why hay? He slowly opened his eyes to find himself sleeping on a very thin mattress, so thin it can hardly be called one. It had holes all over it, revealing its yellow, prickly insides. Prussia arose from his slumber and was greeted with a huge pain in his back. Sleeping on next to nothing on a stone hard floor was bound to make someone's back hurt. A headache also bugged him but it was pretty small so he was able to tolerate it.

Prussia slowly rose to his feet and was met by extreme dizziness. He must've been out for a really long time. He stumbled around, trying to focus on where he was and what everything looked like. He leaned against the wall until the room stopped spinning and his nausea settled. It was indoors; that he knew. Everything in what he presumed to be a small room was gray and hard so it was probably made of stone. However, there was one wall that wasn't all stone. With the gaining of his eyesight came the sight of a stone wall with a metallic door in the middle. It lacked a door handle and had a small barred window that provided the only source of light in the dark room.

Prussia slowly made his way to the window and peered out. All he could see was a wall a few yards away with a caged white light that buzzed and blinked.

Prussia felt the nape of his neck where the searing pain was before. It was a huge bump, probably black and blue too. Suddenly, he remembered his brother. Where was he? Also, where was he? It looked like a jail cell but not like the ones at Berlin's police station. So that probably means he didn't get caught; that's good. The last thing he needs is getting arrested. So where was he?

Prussia tried to position himself to see past the walls and down the hallways, hoping to see a sign or something. At least by seeing what language it was, he could tell what country he's in. No such luck.

Anxiety takes hold of him as he bites his lip and begins pacing his room, like an animal in a cage. What the hell is going on? What did I do? Then, a realization dawned on him: Germany might be here too.

As if on cue, a familiar voice came from next door.

"Hallo? Who's there?"

Prussia came out of his pacing and looked around.

"West? West, is that you?!"

"Prussia?"

"Ja!" Prussia exclaimed, a little too loudly. A small smile of relief spread across his face. He felt a lot better now. "West, where the hell did you go?!"

"Where did… I go?"

"Yes, yes where did you go?! You disappeared!" Prussia said impatiently, taking a seat on the thin, hay mattress.

Germany stumbled over his words. "Oh, uh, actually, I'm not so sure myself. All I can remember is blacking out after getting hit in the back of the neck."

"You too?"

Another voice joins in. "G-Germany? Prussia?"

It's Ita-chan! Prussia answers, "Ita-chan! You're here too?!"

Italy answers back without taking any breaths. "Wah! What's going on?! I was just having spaghetti with some really nice girls when I felt something hit me and I blacked out! They were really nice girls! Were they responsible for that?! Oh no, I left the water boiling! Romano's gonna be so mad at me if the house catches on fire again! What do I do?!"

"ITALY!" Germany yells, silencing Italy's constant stream of anxious words. "Take a breath, alright?" Italy takes a quivering breath. "Good, now, let's not lose our heads. There's probably a good explanation for this."

A loud horn wails and Prussia watches as the cell door opens. He hurriedly stumbles out and into the large room. All the walls were whitewashed and made completely of stone, the only source of light being the light across Prussia's cell and another on the far wall. He leans into the wall for support, still groggy from the unpleasant awakening. He looks up to see Germany and Italy coming out of their cells in a similar state. Prussia makes his way over to them, the grogginess fading faster than before.

In the light, they looked messy, as though they had the flu. Their eyes were tired and their faces were shiny from excessive sweating. Prussia wondered whether he looked similar; he knew for a fact he felt similar.

Despite how Germany looked, he acted like himself without any wavering. Prussia felt pride wash over him; his little brother is great, huh? "Prussia, Italy, are you two feeling alright?"

Italy answered with a smile and a chipper voice. "A bit of a headache but nothing serious!"

"Same with me," said Prussia as he lifted his weight off from the wall. "How about you, West?"

"A bit of a pain in my ankle; I'm sure I just sprained it a little." Germany's eyes scanned the room, even though it was covered in darkness. "Where are we?"

"That's what I'd like to know!" Exclaimed Prussia. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots a piece of paper on the wall. "Hey, guys, look!"

Germany and Italy turn to where Prussia was pointing to see a white piece of paper on the wall. The paper had the word "rules" at the top in all capital letters, despite there being only one sentence below it. The sides of the paper were worn and bent as though it had been handled a lot in the past. Germany takes up the responsibility of reading the single rule aloud: "For your sake, remember your subject card number."

An ominous feeling fills the room. Prussia tentatively asks, "For our sake?" He looks to Italy's back and notices a number. "Hey, is that supposed to be your number, Ita-chan?"

Italy turns to him. "Huh?"

Prussia turns him back around. "Stay still for a minute."

Now able to see Italy's back clearly, Prussia finds the number 15 sewn into it. The number was completely black and contrasted with Italy's casual, white shirt. For some reason, it's neon blackness irked Prussia, like the threatening eyes of some monstrosity, like a bad omen. He ripped his eyes away before the feeling could creep its way into his being. His heart was beating so much faster.

"Prussia? Are you okay?" Asked Italy, turning back around to face him.

Prussia felt his muscles stiffen and a drop of sweat race down the side of his face. Italy has a habit of getting scared easily; poor, poor Italy. Prussia had to lie! Forgive him, Italy! "I-I'm fine! Just a little tired is all."

"I think my number is 07," said Germany. "And yours seems to be 70, Prussia."

"I wonder why yours is such a big number," comments Italy.

Prussia tries laughing off that dreadful feeling he had. "Kesesese, probably because I'm so much awesomer than all of you!"

Italy responds with a smile. "Haha, I can see it!"

Germany makes his way over to the far end of the room while Prussia and Italy continued their exchange. When Prussia was finished fawning over Italy's cuteness, Germany interrupted them, saying "There's a door over here!"

Prussia and Italy looked to see that, indeed, there was a door! They hurried over as Germany turned the metallic handle. Prussia's eyes were flooded with bright, white light. His eyes stung and he tried to shade them while they adjusted themselves. When they finally did, he put down his arm to see a city in ruins.

The air was filled with red smoke and the buildings were in tatters. The windows of said buildings were blown out and the doors were either riddled or completely gone. The streets looked as though something pulled them up from the ground and threw the pieces everywhere. A foul smelling breeze came through and fondled with their clothes, adorning them with bits and pieces of destruction. Off in the distance, a fire was devouring a skyscraper with pleasure and causing small explosions on various stories. There was no grass, no trees, no animals, hell, no living things whatsoever; only destruction.

They marveled at destruction's idea of beauty without a word for the longest time. Prussia was eventually able to pull himself away to look behind him. He wanted to go back, back to that dark room. At least there, he didn't feel as horrified. But when he turned, there was nothing but more destruction, even worse than the stuff he just witnessed in front of him. He didn't look long enough to comprehend what was behind him and he didn't want to. All he saw was red and orange and it terrified him.

Germany somehow finds a way to make words, even sentences. "How… horrid. Where is this exactly?"

Italy pointed to a billboard in the distance without a word. The two brothers looked and read: Welcome to Beijing!

It ends. You pick up the next report.