A/N: THANK YUUU FOR THE REVIEWS~! I know that some of you are upset by the turn of events but this is just what you call an escape plan gone badly wrong XD. Oh and if you think that this chapter is a bit of a fail, I'm sorry... I've been watching HetaOni and was sort of depressed by the storyline there to write a totally awesome chapter TTATT. Just a heads up, I might not update next week because of my dire need to cram for my exams... I hope you enjoy~ Review please aru!

CLAIM: I do not own Hetalia~

"I believe zat we haf just beeen duped Amérique …" The Frenchman stated, shoving the messy blonde off of him.

"We were looking for a fight and they caught us in a grab and run." England snarled standing back up and retrieving his gun from where he had dropped it before.

The entire thing was just too surprising for the Allied Forces. Never would the thought to prepare for a situation like this even cross their mind. The stiff and strict German would never had been thought to use such a 'shameful' method. The Italian, although likely to be caught in a plan like that, would have been too terrified to do it himself. Perhaps it being his 'citizen' at stake, he was more willing to take the risk.

It was just like him to forget or not care to check whether he had actually sent a spy in the first place. Of course if he did, the entire plan would have been called a fraud and they wouldn't have gotten this far. But that amounted to nothing at this moment. Or perhaps there had been an actual spy in their base. That would explain their immediate agreement. The mere thought made England shudder.

Then there was the Japanese. England had known him a long time and wouldn't have suspected him as to be the type to ever do such a thing. Of course, in the end, they were still enemies and England wouldn't have known everything about him. Still, he felt that the Asian man would have found this sort of act dishonorable…

"Well, what shall we do da?" Russia asked politely, a dark purple aura starting to radiate around him and he promptly pulled out his bloodstained water pipe. "They took our Alice…"

"Tch. We're getting her back duh! We can't let the Axis Powers go after humiliating us like this." America stated, his fist punching the air in a show of sudden excitement at another battle. He wasn't one to find a sadistic joy about fighting but he wasn't going to let this go after they did THAT to the hero.

The long haired Chinese man nodded in agreement, shouldering his wok and returning to the cliff. "I agree aru. Besides, Alice is not even supposed to be with them. Who knows what they're doing to her now…"

Three escape attempts. That's how many times my determination to get away failed miserably. I sort of gave up after the third, cos that whole third-time's-a-charm thing didn't seem to pull through for me.

The first time, I tripped over a sleeping Japan who, apologizing at his actions, dragged me back into the tent. The second time, I walked right into Germany who was outside doing his 'watch' (pppffffttt. All he's watching is the grass growing). Obviously, he dragged me back into the tent and stuffed me right in between Japan and Italy so they would make sure I didn't escape. My third escape attempt failed the worst as I tried to get up and Italy simply rolled on top of me, crushing me before Japan took notice and pulled him off. Needless to say, I came to terms with my awful luck and ceased the escape attempts.

Now, wonderfully bright and early in the morning, I was being hauled into some fancy off terrain SUV to be carted off to wherever the Axis Powers main base is. After some long debate between Italy and Germany, it was finally decided that Germany would drive (this notion was highly supported by Japan and I can't blame him. The first rule for a safe driver is to open one's eyes.). So now I'm in the back seat with Italy while Japan rode shotgun.

"Vee… I'm so glad you're going to join us! With you around, Germany might not scold me so much anymore~" Part of me feels sorry for him. The other part just wants to trip him up if we ever get chased by zombies.

Needless to say, I was tired, cranky and annoyed. There was no way I was going to fall asleep in between two guys. So my lack of sleep just added to my irritation at my own predicament.

"Vee, Alice?"

"What now?"

"Can we be friends vee?" This guy is definitely going on my weird people list. Along with that Russian guy and practically everyone I've met so far.

"Why would I want to be friends with my slave traders?"

"Ehhh~ Germany would never treat you as a slave! We can be friends since you'll be working at the base. We can have pasta together, cook pasta together, talk about pasta together-" In my sleepy and befuddled state, all I'm hearing is a lot of pasta related stuff.

"Ahh okay okay! Sure whatever then," I sighed, wanting him to stop raving about the joys of pasta related activities. Is it just me or do all the people of this world have food related obsessions! Like America and his burgers.

"Vee! Okay! Lets promise to help each other whenever either one of us are in a pinch! Pinky swear!" Italy held out his right hand with his pinky extended, waiting for me. Well… Isn't that manly?

"You know, I'm kinda in a pinch now…"

"Ehh? I can't help you here, Germany would get mad! And Germany's scaaarryyyy when he's mad!" Italy cried shaking his head from left to right.

"Ugh. Fine fine." So the helping out thing is only valid under certain conditions huh? Lovely. With that, I gave up my case and completed the pinky swear with Italy. Sigh. Why do I have the feeling that this 'friendship' is going to work out partly to my disadvantage?

Luckily, before Italy could start chattering again the SUV pulled to a stop. "We're here." A deep German voice called from the front. "Welcome to the Axis Powers base in Berlin, Germany."

Germany! Did Germany just say Germany! (Wow, that sounds… Really weird to say.) We were in London a few hours ago weren't we? That's beyond freaky. I guess now I know how that guy got around the world in eighty days. Betcha he had Germany's SUV.

The house was just as fancy as the mansion back in London. Expensive looking art pieces on the walls, priceless vases, gorgeous furniture and all of that fancy shebang. Actually, the room I was assigned to wasn't bad. It was simple but pretty damn fancy. But despite my plea to simply plunk myself down on the plushy looking bed and sleep, we had to 'discuss' things first. Pfft. Darn countries. Now, all four of us were gathered in some classy living room, filled with couches and armchairs decked out in soft lush red velvet.

"We should rename you Heidi."

"Why do I need to be renamed for?"

"To show that you are our lackey obviously."

"Eeeeh, I want a cuter name. Like Maria vee~"

"I would prefer a name like Sakura for Alice-san."

"Uh hello? I LIKE the name Alice! You have no right to change it! What am I your dog? Why don't you just put a collar on me or something?" I snapped irritatibly. However, my irritation soon turned to a feeling of dread that I was getting familiar to. All the three countries stared at me and very slowly, tilted their heads in thought.

"…"

….Me and my big mouth. Haven't these people ever heard of sarcasm? I stared at the mirror moodily as I fidgeted with the dark brow leather collar now around my neck. The words, Axis Powers emblazoned on a small circular metal pendant hanging from it. Its held close by a lock so I can't take it off unfortunately. B-But if you think of it from a gothic perspective, it actually looks kind of cool~ Like a fashion statement of sorts. Hehe. Yeah right.