McFishy as always guys!... Sigh… I feel down for some odd reason… I try to stay optimistic as much as possible but-. Jess! You're getting off topic now, just get on with the story! Oh, you're right! I'll just get on with it for now guys; see ya! Whoops wait. ~Hasta La Pasta!

Chapter 5-

Even though I was in a terrible condition to do any kind of physical work, I kept my hatred for Arthur and France hidden, I'll give it to them when I'm back to my full condition. For now, I'll be healing my wounds and will basically be a vegetable. I hate the thought of being secluded to a bed for as long as you can't walk, or having someone help you get around, but if it means becoming well again, I'll do it. I've been here for a week now, and have gained bits of strength, certainly not enough to walk without pain returning slowly, however.

I sat up from the bed and struggled over to the mirror, I'm pretty sure my image was better than when I was locked in the prison cell. I still had scabs from the damage that had been done, if one of them turned into a scar then I could be reminded of these few days. I fingered the cut along my neck and mouth, it slightly stung but I tried to ignore the pain. The rough skin trying it's best to heal; it'll take longer because of the stab wound. My little curl had an exhausted expression on his tiny face, I sighed, I don't want to sleep again, I've gotten enough of it. What I need is nutrition.

I limped over to the door and swung it open ever so slowly, I gazed down the hallway once again, and it looked just like it had before, long and impossible to get all the way down. I sucked it up and staggered along the walls regardless of the pain seeping into the wound. I tried calling for someone but they must've been out of the house, I'd have to make it myself. I clutched the wound to keep it from burning and went on, I need to find a phone or something, call for help while Arthur and Francis are gone. I lifted my gaze back up, I barely made it halfway, it'll probably take five more minutes to make it to the kitchen!

'Stupid Francis, this is all your fault, daze!' I thought, I've been left alone, given a chance to get out of here when I can't even walk! At least I can walk, Francis could've punctured a major organ and I may've woken up in a hospital, or worse. I heard a creak in the floor boards behind me and turned around in shock, there was no one there; luckily. I turned back around and walked further down the hallway, I'm almost there, just a little further.

When I turned into the kitchen I gazed around for a telephone, a corded phone, a Motorola DynaTAC, anything! But nothing was in sight, it was just a kitchen, they have to have some kind of communication device. They couldn't live /that/ primitively. I peeked into the dining room, just a table for four and a china cabinet. Living room, nothing. I couldn't even find the oldest computer possible, they've either hidden all of those devices or they really don't have any.

I sat down, defeated, in a dining chair. I guess checking the entire house is pointless given that I can't even make it down the hallway without taking forever. I always could leave the house itself, but there's no telling of how I'll do on stairs and I don't have any money nor do I know where I'm being held. I stood back up and staggered into the kitchen, I grabbed an apple and started to munch on it, I still gazed around, it seemed to be organized and clean so that even a person with OCD would feel comfortable.

~Change in POV~

I was driving the car with an extreme feeling of awkward between the two of us, I considered turning on the radio, but we'd both fight over what station to play. So we both kept it silent as I drove on, he was leaning on his arm and gazing intently out the window. I turned a corner and sighed to find it was yet another three lanes of congested traffic, I let go of the wheel when I slowed down to a stop and gazed over at Francis. He turned towards me.

"How much longer is this going to take, it's complete and utter torture."

"Well I don't know, if this traffic decides to lift up and let us pass then that would be absobloodylutely brilliant, but I doubt that we're going to arrive anytime soon. So sit tight and zip it!" I grabbed hold of the wheel again and looked around, those two feet of awkward returning. "You /do/ remember what we have to do, right?" He nodded his head; I turned forward and saw a few cars scootch forward, I pulled up a few feet but didn't get very far. I sighed once again.

"Ugh, hurry up, I can't take this! We might as well have walked all the way there!" I lifted a finger from the wheel.

"But then we'd have to carry her all the way home and people would obviously spot her and know we were kidnappers!" He sighed and leaned on the window again. The light turned green some ways ahead and the line of cars slowly moved forward, I followed suit and made it under the lights just as it turned yellow. I felt a wave of happiness and doubt fill my stomach, what if this didn't go as planned? She might spot us, someone could catch us, she might be with other people or something worse…

"Well, look out for her now; she tweeted that she'd be around here…" Francis perked up and pressed his face even further into the window, I kept my eyes on the road but glanced at people's appearances every time someone passed by. I heard Francis shift in his seat and watched him lean out the window, watching one particular woman in a skirt that was a bit too short for my likes.

"Don't look for your next wife; focus on what we're here for!" He jolted back and lightly gazed at the passing women. I shook my head; he'd probably do it again in no time. After driving in a circle twice, I turned down a different street; we saw a large circle of grass and a play structure with multiple park benches surrounding the set. We spied a teenager relaxing on one of them and recognized her as our next target, Meimei; I turned left and parked the car a few blocks down.

We got out unnoticed and walked down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, when we were some 20 feet away we crossed over. When we got a bit closer I slowed down, but noticed she had in ear buds, she was probably blasting music so I could approach her without being heard. It was my turn to capture so my stomach was tensing up as I crept closer; I lifted a shaky hand and pointed my fingers. I drew my arm back and aimed for her collar bone, but she whipped out and slammed a fist into my gut, knocking the air out of me. I clenched my side and looked up at her, wheezing, she gasped in shock.

"Arthur, what are you doing -'' But before she could move another inch, Francis grabbed her arms and jabbed her pressure point. Meimei fell limp in his grasp and he slung her over his shoulder, he helped me up with his other arm and we quickly walked back to the car. Francis fastened her in the back seat and made it look as if she was just sleeping; I got in on the drivers' side and waited for Francis.

~Change in POV~

I was struggling to hold all of the presents under my arms, Meimei's flowers (complete with a vase) and candy, Kiku's headset and games, and Jia Long's poster. I asked the three of them if they could help me carry some of the items, but Japan said 'no' Meimei said 'get lost' and Jia Long said 'You're strong, you can do it yourself' and shut the door in my face. I shifted the poster as it started to fall out from under my arm; I secured it in place and pressed on. I closely watched the numbering on the houses, growing larger by two's as I passed each one.

'24…26…28…30…' And so on. About a block more and I should arrive at Yong Soo's house, I remembered it being a deep red or mahogany, but after so many years and watching him change and grow he might've repainted. I moved over to let a guy on a bicycle pass by, he smiled and nodded before he peddled past and I grinned back. A lovely day I suppose.

I turned into number 42's driveway and walked up the cement steps, I moved the poster into the other arm and rang the doorbell, after no response for about half a minute I tried again. Still no response, I knocked real hard.

"Korea, are you in there?" I opened the door and entered his home, it probably wasn't the right thing to do but he may be sick enough to not be able to get out of bed. I set the presents down and called again. "Yong Soo~! Ni Hao-o!" Nothing. 'He must be getting some air…' I sighed and turned around; I opened the door and stopped when I saw a notepad on his kitchen counter. I ran over and wrote down a message, I grabbed the presents and sprinted up the stairs.

I opened up door after door until I found a floor overflowing with magazines and books, an overlook with three windows and a bench of sorts that connected to the opening. I shuffled magazines out of the way and set the presents on his bed, I set the letter on top and closed the door behind me. I slid down the railing of the stairs and left his home, it really wasn't much different from when I remember it.

~Change in POV~

I woke up from my arms being restrained in an uncomfortable position, they were tied behind the back of a chair along with my waist and feet (they were restrained I mean, they all weren't /literally/ behind the back of the chair, that would suck). I pulled against the ropes but I was tied securely, nothing would work. I couldn't even move the chair itself, it had been welded to the ground. The room itself was pitch black and I could only make out shapes and colors that were extremely close to me.

"Hey, where am I? Arthur, I'm going to kill you when I get out of here!" I saw a door open and light sprang into the room, I could make out two people walk in and the second one shut the door behind them. My heart started to beat a bit faster, what if Arthur was only going to warn me about the kidnapper? Then I stopped my only means of survival… I heard a click and light filled all corners of the room once again, after my eyes adjusted I noticed a table with a bendable lamp. I looked up at my captors, Francis and Arthur, so he wasn't trying to save me after all…

"What do you want with me? This is nonsense, Kiku, Im Yong, and Yao will notice I'm gone and they'll come to find me!" They glanced at each other, I didn't notice from struggling to get out the restraints again. Arthur stretched his arms.

"Well, you keep dreaming kid, for now we're just going to feed you and then let you get some rest. I'll get the food, frog-face, you watch her." He shut the door behind him and Francis sat on the table, crossing his arms and legs. He was staring around the room; I could tell he felt awkward.

"What do I have that you want? We could've negotiated something!"

"It's a bit more than anyone could bargain for, mon amour~!" He placed a hand on his heart and I looked away, why now, of all times, would he try to flirt with me?

"Could you at least give me a hint as to what you want?" His turn to look off, he sighed.

"Alright, what we want is information." I glared at him.

"That's it, information? All you had to do was-"

"All you wanted was a hint; I've given you a sliver of what we're looking for!" I sighed. Arthur came back in with a rag, a glass of water, and a tray of steaming bread. Francis grabbed a loaf and tore it in half, he held a piece in front of my mouth and I bit the entire piece. What did he actually mean by information?

Crappy cliffhanger is crappy! I'm back in business after a long streak of artists block, and it feels nice! I think that they captured Taiwan a bit early, but let's all pretend they're desperate for land and Korea's taking too long to heal! Good? Send in your ideas and it helps me work faster IT REALLY DOES! I hope you guys won't send in flames BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO PLACE IN THIS FANFICTION! Anyways, I've finished watching all the HetaOni and it really is pretty sad… I can't wait for 17 part 2! I honestly didn't cry through the entire thing though… Everyone else did but me apparently… It's almost as if I don't cry o_0 ~Hasta La Pasta!