Ya I totally just died for a month there. The lateness of this chapter goes to my smart mouth and the subsequent tihngs that take place after the speaking of my smart mouth. (As in I was grounded. :D)

Also I do not own Hetalia

I only own this story and the ideas therin.

White. Everything was white here.

It was my second day here in this nameless white city, and I had already come very close to losing my sanity.

I needed some color.

I pushed a chair up to our small window and looked out. Searching for even a tiny bit of color. But the buildings were only white and once in a while there would be something silver. But that was it. No green, no blue, no orange, no yellow. Even the sky was perpetually gray in this place.

"Supper time!" called the bespectacled young man I now knew as Alfred. He had been here second longest, beating Roderich by 2 days. He had come from the year 1978 and was more well adjusted then the rest of us. He was more used to the strange things like air-conditioning and the Tee Vee.

We sat down at our little white table, with the white chairs, and the white plates.

We always ate this strange substance called Toe foo. Apparently its spelled Tofu, but that just doesn't make sense. The people working there gave us some white little pills and a white cup filled with water. They would not leave unless we swallowed them. Alfred called them vitamins, but I wasn't sure.

I didn't like swallowing the strange pills, but I did.

I had already learned not to fight back.

In daylight.

At night, I was slowly planning my escape.

It had all started with the first day.

Hours had past and my brain was working doubletime. I had to find a way to get out of here, but nothing was coming to me. The pros outweighed the cons by so much; I was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people.

I eyed the blond young man laughing loudly at the magic picture box.

Unfamiliar STUPID people.

I was used to having people wait on me. People catering to my whims. Making fun of my younger brothers had been my only real occupation.

Feliciano, Sebastiano, would I ever see my little brothers again?

I didn't know. But, I had to try. Try to get out of this place.

Night fell and I was forced into one of the uncomfortable beds. Rolling around, I squinted my eyes and squinted at our small window that was letting in much of the cities bright lights.

I turned away from the bright window and clutched my pillow to my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes; I could the Greek boy, Heracles, calling for his mother in his sleep.

I couldn't relate. I had never known my mother and my father had never cared about us much, dumping us all to grandfather. My Father had died in the Great War and my mother had passed away while giving birth to Sebastino. My only memory of her was soft hands, patting my hair.

That's it. My mind could not conjure up a face. Would that happen to my brothers? Would they, in time, slowly forget my face, my voice, and my eyes?

Would I be forgotten?

I scratched at the metal collar around my neck, pulling at it hopelessly. I buried my head into my pillow and sobbed.

"Hey! Kid!" whispered someone, shaking my shoulder. I looked up and wiped my nose to find Alfred leaning over my bunk. He sat down and the bed creaked.

"Kid, I got something to show ya!" he said smiling while gently taking my hand and pulling me out of bed. Everyone else was up except for Heracles who still lie sleeping in bed.

They had gathered around the thing called an air vent, they had managed to take the metal casing off of it. Roderich was currently standing on a chair fidgeting with his glasses and trying to squint into the darkness of the metal tunnel.

"Kid?" asked Alfred, "Do you think you could crawl through the vents? Roderich is too big and that Grecian was amazed by the fork today. He just isn't ready for something all made out of metal like the vents."

I nodded in agreement, It was better than doing nothing. They tied sheets around me in a makeshift rope and Alfred hoisted me up. I crawled around awhile in the metal darkness nearly falling down a long shaft. But, soon it was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all, so I pulled the sheets and Alfred and Toris tugged me back to our prison.

"Did you see anything kid?"

"Well umm it was a little too dark to see anything." I said fidgeting with my metal collar.

"Hmm, I'll try to get a flashlight from Artie in the next day or two. But we'll try again tomorrow with our without a flashlight. Now, you go to bed kid."

"I wasn't quite sure what a flashlight was, but I went to sleep anyway. Feeling much more content with myself.

That had been last night, and I was again forced into my bed. The mattress was cold beneath me. My arms rigid against my sides. My blood was flowing in exhilaration, and my heart was beating against my chest like a drum.

I would be going again soon when the lights went out and the doors locked; Alfred would get me and

I would go into the vents again.

I scrunched my sheets in my hands, my toes curled in anticipation. I heard an odd sound near the doorway and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt my bed creak and I smiled, I was about to get up when a hand went over my mouth. My eyes flew open and I struggled soundlessly. A tan arm wrapped around my stomach and I was yanked out of bed, and out of the room. I could see Alfred getting up with alarm, he rushed for the door but it slid close before he could reach it.

I stared at the door, imagining Alfred's frantic face on the other side. I could hear him start to pound on the door and scream my name. The door wobbled but did not crumble.

The tan arms pulled me closer and carried me down the darkened hallway.

For the second time in forty-eight hours,

I was being kidnapped.

Although this time much more traditionally.

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