Author's Note: I'm back bitches! No, I'm just joking, you're not bitches. But I got a new computer so now I'm back! Yay! I'm soooooo sorry that I took so long. I get like only $20 every two weeks for allowance and I had to busy season 4 of Hetalia, so my sister and I had to pull out funds, and it still took some time so, forgive me. But I'm back! And I'm ready to roll! * I am so not into my usual schedule of writing anymore T.T*

When Valentin woke up, his throat hurt like hell and his arm throbbed with a burning sensation. He cracked open his stinging, bloodshot eyes to see that he was in…a… warehouse? Valentin was propped up against a large wooden crate, his broken arm limp next to him and a rough, dirty cloth was tied around his throat. He could feel how hard it had become from the dried blood that poured from his throat the night before. Vali tried to groan in throbbing pain, but no sound came out. Only a sore burning radiating from the cut skin around his neck. "Bună dimineața (Good Morning), Nicolae." A voice said a few feet away. Valentin slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice. Of course it was Fane. The mad man behind all this sat on a crate above him somewhere off to the side, fiddling with a blood stained knife.

"Wh-where are we now, you sadistic bastard?" Valentin asked in a quiet and hoarse voice. Fane drew back his hand, throwing his knife in Valentin's direction. The Romanian boy sat frozen in fear as he watched the knife flip end over end, his eyes going cross eyed as he looked up at the knife that had impaled itself a mere inch above his head. "An old, abandoned warehouse in a town near Bucharest. I'm done leaving hints for your kraut fiancé. He's taking too long. So," Fane jumped down from his perch and walked towards Valentin who still sit on the floor, "I've decided, we're going to play a new game." He said, gripping Vali's face in his hand.

Gilbert drove down the road like a maniac, swerving in and out of traffic, his grip on the wheel white knuckled. He didn't know where to go but he knew he had to go…go somewhere, to one of the towns. By this point, Gilbert was running purely on will power. He had gone three days without sleep, without eating. He just didn't care. He wasn't going to do anything until he found Valentin alive. Until he held him in his arms again. And when he did, he was never going to let go. Never again, he was going to- "You used to get it in your fishnets, but now you only get it in your night dr-" The German's phone rang before he snatched it from the passenger's seat and answered it in a rushed and angry tone.

"Hallo?" He continued to speed through traffic, giving up on using his turn signals and opting to just swerve in and out of lanes like a mad man. "You are so slow." Gilbert growled at the voice on the other end. It was Fane. "Well, turns out that I can't take Nicolae any longer. That little shit was trying to escape. So I've decided that we're going to play another game. Im going to text you the address of where we are and then we'll play~ And you better get here fast, because I will not tolerate this little shit any longer." And with that, Fane hung up abruptly. Gilbert almost crashed his car as he stopped paying attention. He quickly swerved his car, avoiding a honking truck coming towards him. The German's phone buzzed. It was a text from Fane; the address of the last destination. Of where Valentin was.

Valentin opened his eyes, only to realize that he was engulfed in darkness. He had become so used to the dark by now, it didn't bother him. What did bother him, however, was that fact that his hands were tied together, he was gagged, and he was in a cramped, curled up position. As he tried to stretch his legs, he felt a wooden wall closing in on him. He pushed against it with his feet, a wooden wall against his back. Valentin felt all around him. Wooden walls everywhere. He was encased in a crate.

Finally, Gilbert arrived at the old warehouse. He wasted no time in jumping out of his car and rushing into the decrepit old building, the smell of mildew and rotting wood hitting him like a train. "Gah!" He coughed and gagged at the scent, holding his shirt over his nose. "Welcome~" Fane cooed into Gilbert's ear, making the other jump. Gilbert spun around, swinging his fist, aiming for Fane's nose. Used to this during his time in prison, Fane easily dodged Gilbert's swing and pinned him to the wall with a hand around his throat. "Careful now~ Don't want to lose the game before it begins now do you?" Gilbert growled, shoving the insane Romanian off of him.

"Where the fuck is Valentin!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the rusting walls. "He's here~. You just have to find him. Do you want to play?" Fane asked, his hands clasped behind his back as he rolled on the balls of his feet like a child. Again, Gilbert growled. "Where is my fiancé!? Where is Valentin!?" Fane shook his head, wagging his finger. "Ah, ah, ah…Do you. Want. To play? Yes. Or no?" The madman recited with an insane looking smirk. "Yes! Yes, I want to play!" Gilbert gave in. He was willing to do anything to save Valentin. "Minunat! (Wonderful!)" Fane clapped happily. "Now," his demeanor suddenly changed from playful to deadly in 0.2 seconds flat. "The blonde little shit is somewhere in one of these crates.." Fane gestured to the hundreds of crates behind him, "you have exactly thirty minutes to find him. If you don't…well...you don't really want to know. So, are you ready?"

Gilbert's heart pounded, he was so close to Valentin. So close, and he was going to find him. He was going to find him and save him and take him home and never let him go. "I'm ready." The German said

Fifteen minutes later and Gilbert wasn't even half way through the crates. As he passed them he would hear thumps, opening the boxes feverishly only to find out that it was one toy or another moving around and taking away his precious time. Twenty-five minutes later and Gilbert was panicking. He couldn't find Valentin and he was terrified of what was going to happen. Towards the back of the warehouse, he stopped, bending over to catch his breath. He stopped breathing completely when he heard whining coming from a small box next to him. He was about to shake it off as another toy used to trick him, when the box started to move.

Gilbert tried to shove the tower of boxes above it off, but they were too heavy as he pushed, Fane counted down the seconds he had left. "30, 29, 28…" Gilbert shoved at the crates as hard as he could. "15, 14, 13…" the crates toppled over, leaving the smallest one on the floor, the one where the sounds came from. The top was nailed closed. "9,8,7.." Gilbert pulled at the lid, the nails loosening, only slightly. "4,3,2.."

Author's Note: :3 I finally comeback and I leave you with this shit! OOOHHHH RIIIIIGGHHTT! CLIFFHANGER~! Hope you guise enjoyed this chapter and I hope you will stick with me now that I'm back! I love you all!

~Lille