Author's Note: Okay, well The Lemon Squisher just reported my Love of a Curse which ive now changed it to The Curse. Said it was against the guidelines. My ass.

Anyways, thanks for all the reviews and on with this story!

When Valentin woke up for the second time, he felt woozy, a huge migraine, battering his head relentlessly. "Nghhh…" he groaned, slowly lifting his head up. He was still tied to the chair, his butt numb from probable hours of sitting on it. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that he was in what looked like an abandoned apartment building, an old decrepit apartment, possibly what used to be a living room. Again he tried to struggle free of his bindings, only succeeding in chaffing his wrists in a most unpleasant way. "H-hello?" he called uncertainly. A breeze rolled in from holes in the wall, causing Valentin to shiver. "Hello?" he tried again. Fear and panic began to well up in Vali's chest. He tried to wriggle out of his confinement once more, stopping when he heard a voice.

"Well, well, well, how was your nap?" A deep voice asked in a sarcastic tone. The voice belonged to a pale man, not skinny, but by no means was he a bulky guy, his physic meeting perfectly in between. He had very short, wavy blonde hair, brown eyes and a scar running vertically from just under his right eye to the corner of his lips. He was probably about as tall as Gilbert, and probably in his late thirties. He wore an unzipped, gray jacket with a plain white t-shirt underneath, blue jeans and tennis shoes, some sort of chain around his neck, sneaking under his shirt. He leaned against a door-less door way, arms crossed over his chest and one ankle crossed over the other. Valentin knew who he was, he recognized those eyes. It was Fane Sala. The man who murdered his parents. Valentin began to hyperventilate, he was supposed to be in prison, for life! What was he doing here?

Fane smirked at the terrified expression of his captive. "Bet you never expected to see me again, huh?" he sneered. Valentin tried to get away, hopping the chair backwards. Fane only laughed, walking up to the Nicolae boy, gripping the back of the chair to stop his futile movements, his face inches from his captive's. "I suggest you don't do that. There are numerous weak spots in the floors, and I don't want you falling through." Fane smirked, pecking Valentin on the nose and standing up. "You…you're supposed to be in prison! How did you get out?" Valentin cried, fear evident in his voice.

The convict put his hands on his hips and paced the room. "Let's just say….I got out on good behavior." Valentin scoffed loudly. "Good behavior? How in the Fuck could you ever be let out?" Fane shook his head. "Such profanity, I never would have expected that from a Nicolae. You are aware of something called parole, correct?" Valentin scoffed again. This can be happening, it couldn't be happening. Why was this happening. "You know, people will be looking for me. My family, the villagers. You wont get away with this," he said, trying to reassure himself more than to threaten his captor.

"Yeah. I noticed that little ring on your finger. You finally getting married to that little German of yours?" Fane asked, again stooping to lean into Vali's face. "H-how did you know that?" he stuttered. Fane just smirked. "I've been dreaming of this day for years. You locked me up for doing the world a favor. I knew I should have killed you first, but now….now I'm glad I didn't, because now I get to have fun with you." he said. God, Vali didn't like the sound of that. His breath caught in his throat when he saw something shiny in Fane's hands.

With the help of a few servants, Aleks and Gilbert were able to bring in the massive tree. It truly was a beaute. They dragged it to the tall roofed living room, setting it upright in the stand. They both stepped back with their hands on their hips, please. "I'm going to go get Vali, I want him to see this." Gilbert said with a smile. He opened the secret door to the library, surprised to see Valentin wasn't in there. "Vali?" He said, looking around the room. Gilbert paused for a moment when he seen a piece of paper on the chair Valentin was sitting in before they left. Going to pick it up he heart stopped when he read the words.

It's been so many years

But I only wanted to talk

To see his face streaked with tears

But I've taken him. He's mine now. Under key and lock

Or should I say, bound and gagged?

I bid you good luck! Have fun finding him, though I doubt you will

During the years, that little voice in the back of my head, it nagged and nagged

So, I'm going to kill him, it's the only way to get my fill.

But I'll hold off on that, let's play a game

I'll give you two weeks and a clue a day

To see how long you can keep him alive, that's my aim

The race starts now. You better get going. Mmkay?

Gilbert turned over the paper, seeing it was written on the back of Konstantin's crayon drawing. His hands shook and his body began to waver. Someone took him. His Valentin, some one took him. The bastards! He was going to find them and beat the shit out of them and kill them a thousand times over for touching his Valentin. No one was allowed to touch his Vali, no one. Gilbert ran back into the living room, the Balakov family turning their heads to see him. "Hey, where's Vali?" Aleksander asked, turning his body around fully to face Gilbert. The German shook, he couldn't speak. He only held out the paper, Aleksander took it questioningly, his face going pale as he read the words neatly scrawled on it.

"Hey! Is that my picture for Chicho Vali?" Kosta asked, jumping down from his mother's arms and running over to his father to try and look at the paper, failing. "Tatko? (Daddy?) What's wrong? Where's Chicho Vali?" Konstantin asked in a worried tone, his eyes tearing up when he wasn't given an answer. "Daddy!" the little boy started to huff, "Chicho Gil!" he turned his attention to Gilbert, "Where's Uncle Vali?" he asked again. Gilbert just clenched his jaw and shook his head. Aleksander swallowed hard, reading over the paper again and again, not wanting to believe it. "Uncle Vali!" Konstantin cried, running to the library then around the halls, throwing open doors when he didn't find him in the first play he looked, calling for his uncle.

"Konstantin!" Aleksander yelled, beckoning his son back to him. Kosta retuned with tears streaming down his face. "Kosta. Uncle Vali is gone right now." He tried to assure his son, kneeling down, putting his hands on his shoulders and looking into his eyes. "He's playing a game right now. Sort of like Hide and seek. We need to find him. He's not in the castle, but we need your help to find him, okay? Can you do that?" Kosta nodded, hugging his father, only slightly relieved. Aleksander held his son, only wishing his reassurances were true.

Author's Note: Okay, so I hope you liked this chapter, stuff's goin on now, woo. So yep. Um…Oh! Fane is an OC so it's no one from Hetalia, just so you know, it's easier that way.

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