Author's Notes! Ahhh! So sorry! I posted "The Original Thirteen" before I wanted to! It was an accident, this chapter was supposed to come first.

Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers: Hetalia.

The tall man stared at the screen before him. He watched as his prisoner tried to destroy the room he was being held in. Such a foolish man, didn't he understand that there was no escape? He smiled softly at the screen, thoroughly entertained. Without warning, Alfred dropped to the ground and grabbed the water bottle he had been supplied with so graciously. Unfortunately for the American, the water had been laced. Alfred wolfed down the apples before falling asleep, just as planned.

Suddenly, the door to his observation room swung open and in walked one of the men working for him. He pulled off his ski mask to reveal short, dark hair and dull, brown eyes. His tan face looked tired.

"So boss…are we good now?" the short man asked timidly.

"Good? Hmmm…possibly."

The man gulped and started to back track toward the door. His boss advanced toward him until the man was pressed against the door. The loftier of the two smiled, gripping the man's shoulder tightly.

"Please! I said I was sorry! It was an accident! I want to help you!"

"Well Mr. Cirrus, you should have thought of that earlier when you were telling your dear sister about this little operation of ours." He replied, smile still on his face.

"I told her not to tell anyone." he murmured.

"Yes but now she will have to get involved. You will tell her this or your lives will end rather abruptly."

"If I let you kill me now, will you leave her alone?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

"You're messed up! There's something twisted in that mind of yours."

This angered the tall man. He withdrew a knife from his pocket and placed it against Cirrus's neck, his smile now gone from his face.

"Twisted? I suppose I am. Now, you will go and tell your sister about her new job, understand?" He pressed the knife against the man's neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Yes, I…I understand" he said, admitting defeat.

"Good! I am glad we are in an understanding!" The smile was back and the knife was stowed away in the man's pocket yet again.

The boss stared as Cirrus scurried out the door. It was unfortunate that he had to drag another country into this operation but sacrifices had to be made. He had only employed a few countries to help him with his plan; countries he knew wouldn't have a problem with his plans. There were many countries that would have been willing to help out with the kidnapping but not so many would be keen on assisting him in what was to come.

It was such a well thought out plan. He was almost frightened to think of it sometimes, afraid his thoughts might somehow cause everything to go wrong. So far, everything had gone according to plan. He had predicted Alfred's temper tantrum. He could scarcely wait until the man woke up and he could finally reveal himself. As far as he could tell, America had no idea who had taken him but that wouldn't last for much longer. It would only be a few more hours until he awakened and that's when the fun started.

He would tell Alfred exactly what his plan was and watch as that beautiful look of horror and defiance would grace the American's features. Oh yes, it would be a wonderful sight. Then he would listen to the man's empty threats as he struggled against his restraints. Next would come the pleading. This was his favorite part. Alfred would beg to be let go, sharing as many reasons he could think of pertaining to why he should be let go. When his words fell on def ears he would revert back to his threats. And that would be when he was drugged yet again. He wouldn't be very intimidating so his threats would become quite a bore.

Unlike many, Alfred probably wouldn't offer to compromise. It was his way or the highway. The boss knew that he there was only one compromise he was offering and there was no way the proud man would accept his offer. This made him sad but he knew that America was destined to comply with is plans. That was the point; if Alfred did accept his offer early on then things would be over quickly; if he did not, it was only a matter of time before the man could just take what he wanted.

He had thought over every possibility, every flaw that could occur, but either way the ending was the same. He would get what he wanted. It was a fortunate thing he was a patient man. It had been far too many years since he'd gotten what he wanted.

He pulled back the sleeve of his shirt, revealing his watch. It was still too early to attempt to converse with his prisoner. Sighing he made his way out of the observation room and down the hall. He opened a door that lead to a mostly empty room. In the middle of the room were a desk and a chair. A simple computer sat atop the desk. He seated himself in front of the computer but instead of using it, pushed it to the side. His hands found a drawer on his right and he slid it open. Inside the drawer was a neat stack of documents.

He pulled them out, sighing. Paperwork was never enjoyable. There was no point that he could see in him overlooking everything. The men in charge of him had never listened to his warnings or suggestions. They did whatever they thought was right despite the fact that he knew what was best. It was the way of men to assume they knew best, even if they didn't.

He knew that many nations suffered this same problem, America included. He was sure it was rare though. Alfred supported whatever his government did, he was too proud not to. Still, he had seen it at their meetings. His cheerful smile would seem forced when he explained some new legislature that had been passed by his government. For the most part though, it seemed like his government listened to him.

He continued working his way through the documents, not really paying attention to the words scattered over the pages. One paper did catch his interest. It was a reminder about the meeting he was supposed to have with Alfred in a few days. He knew better though; he would show up for the meeting but Alfred wouldn't. He had chosen to keep his little idea to himself, deciding against telling his government who would no doubt be against it.

It would certainly be an interesting meeting. He wondered how the states were going to cover for their missing father. They would probably say he was sick or out of town. He couldn't wait to see the worried, desperate looks on their faces. He was sure they wouldn't actually tell anyone about their father's absence. It would leave them quite vulnerable to outside attacks. A country needed its personification to remain strong. It was that rule of nature which he was relying on so heavily. If for some reason Alfred and his country did not get weaker then his whole plan would not work.

Time trickled by slowly as he made his way through the large stack of papers. It was almost time. He stood from his desk, exited the room, and made his way toward the room holding Alfred. Although it was a little early, he had some preparations to get through.

He inserted a key into the lock on the door and pulled it open. There he was, Alfred, sound asleep. He had moved in his sleep, his face now pushed against the ground. The tall man marveled at how different he looked without his glasses. His plan would have gone much easier if America had been wearing his glasses since he could use Texas to his advantage but it was no matter.

His footsteps echoed around the room as he neared the sleeping form. He lifted Alfred up and forced him into a sitting position against the wall. He pulled out another key and inserted it into a hidden lock on the restraints. They popped in half and came off easily though they left angry red marks around America's wrist.

Grabbing Alfred's left wrist, he unlocked a restraint on the wall and clamped it down around his hand. He repeated the same action with the right arm. After seeing the amazing display of strength earlier, he didn't want to risk being in the path of one of those furious blows. Now all that was left to do was wait.

He sat down in front of his prisoner, smiling. He reached forward to brush a few hairs out of his face before running his gloved hand down the man's face. Alfred leaned away from the contact, and began to stir. He opened his blue eyes blearily. He looked at the man before him, confusion all over his face.

After a few moments his gaze focused and his eyes widened. He was clearly surprised at who his captor was. He made to move his arms but was met by the resistance of the restraints. His eyes narrowed and his mouth turned into a snarl as he let out a growl.

"You!"

AN: Another big clue for all y'all! Did you see this one as well?

I'm sure you've all figured out who the bad guy is…or you think you have. I'm actually torn between two different "people" at this point. It could still go either way.