Hey everyone, I'm back with another part to Korea's torture! I'm going to put the name conversion chart up in every chapter that has a country because sometimes even I get confused! I hope you guys are still watching, because I still haven't gotten a review since chapter 1! Calm down McFishy, it's only been one afternoon! I know, but I was hoping they would read this after a few hours… Don't worry, it'll pick up soon. Really, you think so? I know so! Okay… I just want to announce that I've become a huge fan of the SatW series, if you don't know what that is, please go onto deviantart and look for an artist named Humon. Or type in .com SatW is basically the same as Hetalia!

South Korea- Im Yong Soo France- Francis Bonnefoy England/Britain- Arthur Kirkland Japan- Kiku Honda China- Wang Yao Hong Kong- Wang Jia Long Taiwan- Meimei

Chapter 3-

It was a long night; they didn't lower the chains, the blood. Still running down my wounds. They used the rag to wipe off the blood, but they gave up, it just kept coming. Why me… Why does it have to be me…? I'm a prisoner, and someone better notice I'm gone quick, I can't take this anymore. The darkness, I can't see anything, I hate it. So much noise, it hurts, skittering, squeaking, dripping, breathing, and low humming. They're trying to mess with me… And it's working…

I heard the door open and barely lifted my head from lack of energy; Francis came down the stairs with a tray of bread. Just like yesterday.

"Good morning, sleep well?" He set the tray on the table and I heard him chuckle. He turned on the lamp and I closed my eyes tight to get used to it first. When I was sure it was fine I turned back and watched him pick up a loaf and tear a piece off, he held it in front of me and I stretched out my neck to take a bite. I could barely chew and almost couldn't swallow the bread because it was so dry, I can't take this. "What is it, can't eat? Maybe you need some water." He took out a glass from nowhere and held it in front of my face, tauntingly. I stretched out my neck thinking he was going to give me a sip, maybe even a drop, but he retracted his arm and took a swig himself. I dropped my head.

"Damn you…" He chuckled and set down the glass.

"I will give you a drink if you tell me at least a little bit more of your past!" Just a bit… No, it's not worth it! Just a decade… No, don't!

"The Korean War, 1950-53…" France reached for the glass.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you!" He lifted the glass and inspected the water.

"1950-1953, The Korean War, it was between me and my brother… He invaded my country, but by then I was already a part of the UN and some other countries sent their troops over to help me out." He set the glass back down.

"Yes, go on." I hesitated, but continued.

"The boundary line kept seesawing back and forth between Seoul, but eventually, the UN troops established a treaty and the enemy agreed. I get to keep Seoul and the rest of my land." Francis leaned on the table.

"Come on, there has to be more to that story!" I sighed; maybe it really wasn't worth it…

"Even though a treaty was made, North Korea still tried to gain control. Finally in late July in 1953, North Korea signed an armistice agreement. Even though there is an armistice, there isn't a peace agreement, so both of us still really hate each other." France picked up the glass and tilted it so I could drink.

"Good boy, good boy!" He stopped after the glass was only a quarter full. "Now I just need to find Arthur…" He walked back up the stairs and shut me back into isolation; this room was so cold and lonely… Why can't I have someone stay here with me?

He opened the door and down the stairs came the two countries that held me here; Arthur was in a gray shirt and pajama bottoms. He was carrying that tray, the one with the tools; I hope they washed them off.

"Alright, how much has he told you?"

"Not much, nothing important anyways." Arthur lightly nodded.

"Can you tell if he left anything important out?" Francis shook his head while watching me, I hung my head, I don't want to be looked at, I feel really insecure.

"You'll have to do that, I'm not very good at reading emotions." Arthur whispered something but I didn't care to make it out. He picked up another blade from the tray, he walked over and untied the hanbok and pulled it back to reveal my chest. I felt even more insecure as he pressed the blade on my right hip. He leaned in real close and I turned my head away from him, he talked in a whisper and opened his eyes really wide. He was intimidating, I have to admit.

"Start off from where you left France at, I'm sure your past goes on from that." I closed my eyes, I knew I would suffer.

"I can't I've already told you too much, I know about your plans and also about what parts of my past I can and can't tell you now!" I could just feel him narrow those emerald eyes.

"Are you sure about that?" He dug the blade in, it ripped the skin just to the nerves. I started to squirm, it just dragged the knife across me skin making it hurt even more. A drop of blood ran down my hip. "Come on, Im Yong, you can tell me. I'm sure it couldn't be that important." I opened my eyes, I started to believe him. "Tell us more about when you lived with Japan." I saw what he was trying to do and shook my head, he barely dragged the knife up but the pain felt all the same.

"No, no, no, no! Agh, I, I can't tell you… I won't, I, I won't tell you!" Further up the blade sliced, I let out a scream as I felt more blood seep out. It followed the path down my chest and stained my jeogori. "I would ruin my honor, it's, it's all I have leeeft!" He dragged it even further up my chest, it was midway through now. Why do I get pain? I haven't done anything, I've never bomb another country, and I've never set off nuclear warfare! I never threatened my own people unlike North Korea…

"I know you can tell me, I'm sure he made you feel at home, right? Kiku is really nice, so what happened?" I clenched my teeth and bit my bottom lip.

"Just kill me… Kill me now, I can't take this!" I thrashed to get out of the chains, but my efforts were useless. Arthur pushed my head against the wall and laid the tip of the knife against my neck.

"Come on, it couldn't have been that bad." I shut my eyes; I was going to lose another horrible strip of pride.

"He… He wanted to use me for… trade, only for a trading system… He was, he wanted to join the other nations and get more land, become more powerful. He wanted me to, to recognize his emperor as my own… After I refused, he had a debate as whether to rule me as another piece of Japan… Luckily he didn't try to; he was too busy 'modernizing' his country." I paused, Arthur was pressing down too hard and I was afraid he would tear open my airway.

"Go on…" I barely shook my head; the next pieces of information were just too valuable.

"I've said too much!" Arthur watched the blade travel up my neck. He went gently, but still barred down enough to make blood drip out.

"Now, don't be that way. I'm sure you could tell me just a little bit more." I let out a scream with my mouth closed tight, he held my head back tighter to keep it still and he lifted the knife as it cut my entire bottom lip. I could feel the slice he left, all the way from my neck, up my chin, and even on my lips. "You can tell me, if you do that, I won't chop you up. Bit by bit." I opened my eyes at him and glared at him through cloudy eyes.

"You can't kill me though, you… need me." I could taste the blood as it ran into my mouth.

"True, but we could always go for Taiwan after we've rid of you. She's more… fragile. I'm sure she would tell us instead." He made a smile that looked like he could never torture me.

"You wouldn't dare hurt her… Your right, she is fragile, but she's only a teenager, she's too young." I swallowed blood, it tasted nice.

"I'd go after Latvia if I needed to, but he doesn't have any useful information. Just comply with us and you will be set free in no time, now tell me about the rest of your story." He pulled back my bangs and held the knife at one temple.

"I signed a treaty in 1876 that let Japan have three trading posts opened up; it also ended my status as a protectorate of China." Arthur withdrew the knife, he turned to Francis.

"Good, good. Throw me the rag!" Francis did as he was told and Arthur wiped off my blood from the wound on my neck, it was still stained with my old blood. It stung the wound but he just ran it down my neck. He threw the rag back and laid the knife back on my temple. "Go on."

"I… That's it, the rest was just a… a retaliation against Kiku." Him barred down a little harder and looked me straight in the eye; he was back at that distance that he just needed to whisper for me to hear him.

"Hmm, are you sure?" I tried to nod my head, but he still had it held against the wall. "I'm thinking a bit differently about that, are you /sure/ that's the ending?" Harder, I can feel the skin rip…

"I swear, you can go ask Kiku if you want to!" Silence… Arthur's eyes are still locked on me, I don't like it…

"Alright, I guess that is it then. What a bad ending though, it almost seems like a cliffhanger if it was worded differently." He withdrew the knife. He let go of my head and turned back towards Francis. "Do you think it's enough information?"

"No, I think he was once part of China, though. Let me do it this time." He hopped off the table and picked up a longer blade. Arthur switched places with him and Francis gave me an evil smirk. "So, were you ever once part of China?" He gently brushed the knife across a fresh space of skin on my chest.

"I've said too much now, I'm not going to say another word!" He flipped the knife onto the blade and I could feel it scratch against my skin.

"I'm not sure you want to answer like that, see, Arthur is the good cop. I, on the other hand, am the bad cop." I flinched as the knife scratched deeper.

"I've given you enough information, just leave me alone!" He stopped brushing and started to barely slice the skin, it hit the nerves and I clenched my teeth.

"I don't really understand those words, maybe because I was looking for a different set." He started at the other end of the wound and dragged the blade across.

"No, I've got enough wounds, I've suffered enough, why am I the one to tell you?" France started to get angry and he flicked the blade across the area was cutting at; I let out another scream and felt more blood running down my chest. He flipped the blade to the safe side and started brushing the space above the new wound, I started breathing heavily. Maybe I should tell him… No, I've given out too much information.

"Come on, how was it when you lived with Yao? You said that he made you feel like he was a brother rather than you were being controlled." I shook my head, still shocked from the sudden slash. He flipped the blade over and it started to scratch at my skin again.

"Please, no more cuts, no more knives! I don't want this!"

"Just answer the question!" He barred down hard enough to open another wound and I clenched my teeth again, more blood… I'm still bleeding…

~Change in POV~

I finished the chores and had gotten dressed, I said goodbye to my dog and left my house. I walked down the neighborhood and I soon heard cars zooming down a street, I turned onto another path and saw a congested road up ahead. I was getting close. I dodged through people, bikers, and eventually squeezed my way in to the crosswalk. The light turned green and about 20 or 30 people scurried across, I made my way to a restraint a few doors away, it was an open café and I could see Meimei in the window.

She caught sight of me and perked up, she was wearing her signature flowers, a black tank top with a pink necklace, a denim skirt and a white wristband. I was only wearing a white shirt with my favorite band outlined in black and some blue jeans. I sat across from her.

"It is nice to see you, Meimei. I must say, you look very lovely." She blushed.

"Thank you, Kiku. I've already ordered us some coffee and a few doughnuts; they will be on their way."

"How very thoughtful! Oh, did you ever figure out what was wrong yesterday?" She shook her head.

"All I could figure out was that someone was absent, I couldn't figure out whom though." I placed a finger on my chin.

"Ludwig and Feliciano were there, the Allies, the Nordics, and the Baltics, what about us Asians?" She counted on her fingers.

"You and I was there, along with Yao, Jia Long… Oh, Im Yong seemed to be absent!" I flinched, how could I not notice? One day without being groped for boobs and I forget he even exists; it was a nice day without his perverted actions…

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