"What?" The Prussian scoffed, slightly annoyed. His crimson eyes glittered in the bright sunlight. "Is that Alfred? Oh, and Feliciano too! This is just too good!"

The albino laughed, holding his stomach as he did. His head threw back so the veins in his white neck popped uncomfortable looking and his grin widened into a painful form. "Too good!" He laughed again, wiping the mocking tears from his eyes. "Arthur! So it is true about Alfred and Feliciano! I'm so sorry, my dear friend." He wrapped a pale arm around the shorter man's shoulders, smirking up at the teens.

No one else said a word nor moved an inch until Arthur coughed roughly, still being held in an intimately close position to the Prussian.

"It is. These two fools stole a boat and randomly sailed off in the middle of the ocean!" He spit unpleasantly, Alfred clenching his teeth at the slime scorned towards them. Still, he was quiet, and stood protectively and armed in front of the younger Italian.

"Doesn't seem to matter though." He shook his head, but then a cruel grin molded quickly onto the thin British lips. It was one foul enough to match the Albino's beside him. "They still came here to Turkey and now we can still hold together our plan!"

A loud noise boomed through the almost deserted docks. The only living things still were the pirates and their prisoners still forced into disability.

"I think not!" A voice howled, another booming noise shooting through the air.

"What in God's name is that bloody sound!"

"The cannon! Arthur watch out!" Prussia cried, dragging the Brit with him as a cannonball crashed loudly into the planks of the place they stood. The hole gaped on the dock and the two Captains huffed in surprise.

Arthur growled. "Bloody hell! That almost hit us! Who dares!"

"Alfred!" Greece yelled. "Go!"

"Greece!" England gasped, glaring hatefully.

Prussia roared. "Ludwig!"

Alfred nodded, taking Feliciano by the hand with his free one and running towards the group with his gun still raised defensively.

"Don't move! I'm warning you!" He threatened, stopping a few feet away. He let the Italian go, glaring back and forth between the British and Prussian captains.

They stared back, though now the Albino had his scornful grin back and Arthur looked a little sad, though a small smile bred onto his face. "Alfred?" He mused softly, taking a step towards the younger boy. "Alfred. Why did you run away-"

"Stay back! D-Dammit, stay away!"

"But Alfred, my lover. How many times have I ever been able to stay away from you, my love, my precious, Alfred. It broke my heart to see you ran away from me."

"Stop walking!" Alfred screamed. "You locked me away!"

Arthur shook his head slowly, still taking baby steps towards the other. "Because you were a very bad boy. You know I still love you, my precious, precious Alfred. Come back here to me, my love." He opened his arms invitingly, but Alfred didn't move.

"No!"

England frowned suddenly, his troubled eyes turning into an annoyed wrath. "Gilbert…" He muttered, stepping back to where he was beside the albino.

Gilbert grinned wider. "Of course, Arthur. Ludwig! Bring the prisoners forward!"

"Yes sir!" The German saluted quickly, grabbing the robe that banded the prisoners together in a line. "Sir."

"Bring Arthur…my new toy, if you'd please, little brother." The German nodded instantly, typing the rope to a long post that held the dock up before moving towards the same form that was introduced before.

The limp body covered in pain and screamed disgusting was moved towards them while the other three were stuck to the post.

The ghastly head bobbed as it was pulled along and eventually into the Brit's arms.

"Wh-Who is that?" Alfred held the gun pointed towards them with both hands, glaring unknowingly.

"Just come down, my love." Arthur chuckled lowly. "Let's let our little Italian's reunite first…"

"Feliciano!" Lovi cried suddenly, dropping to his knees in pain. His legs had no support now that Ludwig had walked away, and they were still disabled from the fire and the beatings given to them on Prussia's ship. "Feliciano!"

"Lovi!" The smaller Italian went to move, but Alfred stuck his arm out, causing him to stop.

'Wait, Feli. Don't move yet. We'll get him back, but if you go over there now they'll just get you too."

"But-"

"Don't go over there!"

England laughed. "The hero seems to be getting nervous…might as well give him one peace of mind back to him…"

Alfred cocked the gun slowly. "Wh-What are you going to…"

"What asked who this was…did you not, my love?" Arthur laughed, lifting the limp boy's head so his older brother could see it.

"N-No! Mattie! Mattie!" Alfred screamed, tears forming in his blue eyes. They stung, but he was frozen with clenching teeth.

Arthur laughed again, this time almost falling over. "That right, my sweetest love! Your baby brother! And if you don't come back to me, he get the chance to come back to anyone ever again!" The pirate threatened, cocking his own pistol. But instead of aiming it forward like the shaking American was, it went sideways, pressing softly against the bloody head of the young Canadian he held. "It's your call, my love!" He laughed again.

Gilbert smirked, moving away from the Brit without a word.

"How could you do that to him!" The American screamed, tears still building. "Mattie please say something!"

"Alfred!" A French accent called, making him look over. The deprived Frenchman moved sullenly towards him. Behind him the Greek cut away the bind holding the Spaniard and Italian.

"Oh no you don't! Ludwig! Capture them! All of them!" Prussia yelled, grabbing his sword at his waist and running towards the newly freed group with his brother.

Alfred gasped, "Don't hurt them-"

"Focus!" Arthur screeched. "Come back or your baby brother dies with the rest of them, which is it!"

"Arthur! Please don' make me! I love you, I still love you, Arthur! Don't make me do this!"

Arthur stepped back a step, tightening his grip on the Canadian slightly. "If it will get you back, I will, Alfred! Choose!"

"Arthur! Please!"

The Englishman growled, grabbing a fist full of Matthew's hair, yanking it roughly, making him cry out for the first time.

"Mattie!"

He yanked again.

"Please, Arthur, stop it!"

He pulled it again.

"Stop!"

Again, the cries grew louder, more painful.

Bang.

"Arthur!" A Prussian and American accent screamed together.