"Al!" Matthew cried, and the group turned to look. "Alfred!"

"Don't worry, Mattie. The hero is here!"

The Prussian growled. "Not for long, he isn't." He hissed in annoyance, standing he let go of the younger boy. His lengthy, pale fingers curled over the handle of his knife strapped at his side. He was tired of this boy. "I'm going to rid the world of you once and for all, boy."

"Men! Watch this battle and cheer for the death of a man! The Turkish warrior, Akbatun against the opposing force, a prisoner of Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy! Let it begin!" A voice ran through the stadium as the Prussian climbed the stone steps leading him towards the crouching American.

The crowd screamed and hollered as they watched the Frenchman begin to take on the Turkish man, not noticing the two in the stands with them glaring coldly at one another.

"You will not ruin this, boy." Prussia snapped, watching the teen back away as he finally leveled with him.

Still, the dirty blonde clenched his fists and scowled bitterly. "We'll see!"

"Ha!"

"Al!" Matthew yelled, though his strained voice was evaporated against the shouts of the active audience watching the Frenchman fight.

"Die!" The albino thrust his blade towards the other, clenching his teeth in anger. He was hanging on his last nerve with this kid but now that Arthur was gone, there was no one who could stop him from killing him.

Swinging it again, American grabbed the silver, blood dropping from his palms as the blade pushed into his hand but he held it in place still.

The man grinned. "So, you didn't die after all, huh, kid? Finally decide your precious Artie wasn't worth it?"

Alfred growled. "Don't talk about him like that!" He warned, twitching at the sarcastic attitude the Prussian glowed. He pushed against the man, forcing him to run backwards back down the stone steps he'd come up on.

The albino could all but hide his shock. "What are you-"

"Be gone!" He pushed once more and almost fell over as the Prussian was shoved over the edge of the coliseum wall and fell onto the dirt in the arena. Alfred watched the other land below, dust fluttering up around him in a cloud and the crowd gasped and hollered louder at the sudden excitement. A new contestant!

"Gilbert!" Turkey stood and leaned over the edge of the wall as well to see his friend groan in pain and sit up.

"Al!" The Canadian cried again, stumbling to his brother in pain. "Alfred! Is it really you, Alfred?" Matthew asked, tears pouring down his face.

His brother smiled. "As sure as lavender is blue, Mattie." The American grinned and patted his brother's head but looked up when he heard a new voice.

"Why don't you join him, Sadik?" A Greek accent declared.

The Turkish man turned in time to see a tan man put his hands on his chest, green eyes glaring at him with such hate he felt a twinge of fear mix into his shock as he fell into the arena as well.

Again the crowd went crazy for the addition.

"Alfred, let's go." The Greek man said, looking over at his younger companion, throwing his legs over the wall and pushing himself off he caught himself on his feet as the American did the same and went to stand beside him.

"Did you all really forget about me so easily?" Hercules mused smartly, watching the two stumble to stand.

"That was thorny, even for you, Greece." Turkey booed beside the Prussian.

"Mon ami! Oh, you are alive! Alfred! Is it truly you!" A French accent rang desperately, and the man ran up, falling to his knees as he grabbed onto the boy. "Oh Alfred! Are you alright? How did you-"

"I'll tell you all later, France. Right now," He said, wrapping an arm around the Frenchman and pulling him back to his feet. He could see he was bloody was being hit while battling and he looked drained. "Right now, we have to deal with these three."

His blue eyes moved over to the two nations and Turkish warrior who shifted at Sadik's side.

"Right…" The blonde muttered, standing on his own. "Let's get to it."

"Al! Al!" Matthew yelled, though it didn't seem to matter and quickly his weak voice became hoarse.

Holding himself up with the wall, his body fell limp over the stones until someone touched him and pulled him close.

"It's alright, Matthew. I've got you, we'll get out of here."

The tears blocked his view but he looked up at the form. "Al?" He watched the person shake their head, and he blinked, able to see light, blonde hair that flared up and pale skin and bright green eyes.

"Ar-Arthur!"

"Sh, you need to save your energy, Matthew."

"Britain! Let him go!" Spain stood, he stared at the Brit with anger but with such massive astonishment and curiosity. "I'll kill you, you deceitful lunatic!"

"Antonio, wait! I'm here to help you!" The Englishman stood with the teen him his arms, holding onto his neck for support.

"Liar! I don't know how you survived being dragged straight to hell like you deserve but I won't let you take any of us with you!" He grabbed the Brit's shoulders tightly and his tan fist hit him in the face.

"Sp-Spain! Stop! I need to get you out of here, the guard will be here any minute!" Arthur gasped, holding his throbbing face with one hold and his lover's younger brother still with his other. "If the guards get us, it's all over, you have to trust me."

The Spaniard growled but stared at the shorter man coldly. For the first time noticing the bandages wrapped around his bare torso and the way he arched his back in pain. "Fine, Lovi come here." The tan man went back over to the Italians on the stone bench and grabbed his still unable to walk underling in his arms while Feliciano grabbed into his coat.

"Come this way, and don't' worry about the others, they're going to beat those three and Greece and America know where we're going. They'll meet with us later." England told them, starting to lead them out as quickly as his hurt form could.

"Holt! Prisoners! Stop!" They looked back, seeing the anticipated guards running after them.

"Hurry!" The blonde Brit urged. "Come on, into the carriage! Go!" They crawled into the back of the wooden bearing clumsily, Arthur pulling Matthew to the front with him, he grabbed the rope binding the horse and thrust it sharply.

A shrill shriek came from the creature as it awoke with a jolt, rushing off as the Turkish men yelled.

"Get back here!"

The Spaniard sighed, watching the angry men disappear from sight he moved to the front and looked at the Englishman.

"Where are you taking us now, Arthur?"

"Somewhere safer. Don't worry, we can get help there."