Guess what :D new chapter! This one is generally England and Romano centric. And it's slightly shorter than usual but thats because I felt it was a good place to end it. Thank to all who commented! I luuurve you. Especially if you comment again! 3

Actually, am I asking you all to comment to much? I fell like such a comment whore! And do I even have to write these little comments at the top and bottom? Some people don't, but I feel like if I don't then my computer will implode. Stange, because I don't read other peoples. Does anyone read them? IF your going to review, and you've read this then write the name of a random fruit at the bottom of your review. Or don't. Just curious if you actually read this ;)

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"RUN!" England yelled at Japan. Japan seemed fixed on the spot as the incoming mob of people came at him. England tried to pull him along but he seemed frozen.

"COME ON!" England yelled. Sighing, he picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.

"Hey! Come back here!" America yelled running after England, who was now carrying Japan. England ran though corridor after corridor but America was still faster than him. Somehow he managed to skid in front of England, but England couldn't stop in time and all three of them fell into a pile on top of each other.

"Ooowww" America groaned, being on the bottom of the pile. Japan, at the top of the pile, seemed unconscious after hitting his head on America's elbow. England pushed Japan off him and stood up, brushing himself off. America still lay groaning on the floor, holding his elbow.

"You're an idiot America. You know that?" America started standing up.

"Well at least I'm not hanging around with mass-murdering, psychopathic, COMPLEATLY evil, Sadistic, Fascist, narcissist..."

"I GET IT! You don't like him!"

"Then why don't you not like him!?"

"I'm not obliged to hate everyone you hate and like everyone you like."

"YES YOU ARE!" America stamped his foot.

"No I'm not!"

"Well then, guess I'll just have to force you!" America picked up a long pike that hung on the wall and wacked him with the side of it.

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Romano rolled off the bed. GOD DAMMIT! Spain had forgotten about him, he knew it! It had been at least an hour and the idiot said he wouldn't forget! Romano had somehow released himself from the handcuffs but couldn't get the sticky tape off his mouth.

"mmfffsshhmmhhlllssp!!" He tried to yell but it came out as a muffle. He tried opening the door but it was locked. FOR GOD SAKES he yelled at himself in his head. The window! It was open! Ahahahaha! He could climb out the window, go around the school to the front entrance, find Hungary and tell her Spain tried to rape him, get Spain fired then be rid of him forever! Oh yeah!

Suddenly the lock on the door started turning. Oh shit! It must be Spain, he's probably back after forgetting him! Romano ran over to the window and jumped.

"ROMANO! I'M SORRY I FORGOT YOU I... Romano?" Spain came running into the room. Groaning could be heard from outside the window. Spain walked over to see Romano sprawled out on the ground, several stories below, stuck in a pit of mud.

"Romano, did you jump out the window?" he called out to him trying not to laugh.

"I THOUGHT WE WERE ON THE FIRST FLOOR!" Romano yelled back.

"Hahahaha, oh don't worry Romano. I'll come down and help you up. Maybe you'll have to stay in the medical room for even longer!"

"NO! Stay away from me! RAPE! RAAAPPEE!" Romano tried crawling out of the mud but seemed completely stuck. Spain left to go downstairs.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Romano called out helplessly. A bright yellow chick walked up to the edge of the mudpit.

"Hey! Hey little chicky... would you go get me that branch over there." The chick looked at him blankly. He took a closer look at the chick and saw a camera tried to its back, filming him.

"A camera? What?" he looked even closer to see writing on it. Prussia-cam. If lost leave outside the old school equipment shed. Was this how Prussia knew everything?

Romano suddenly realised that the chick had already got the stick in its mouth. He grabbed it, stuck it in the ground and pulled himself out.

"Now stay still." He took the camera of its back and looked at it again, "The equipment shed? I need a place where that bastard Spain won't find me! It's perfect!" The chick looked at him longingly.

"Okay, you can come too." He picked it up and ran as fast as he could before Spain arrived.

Eventually, he reached the equipment shed. Nobody had ever been in the old equipment shed, it was supposedly haunted. Which was odd, as the camera said too return it to here. He opened the door slowly, in case anything jumped out at him. Instead of a battered old rundown shed, he found it was completely furnished. There were a few comfy looking couches, a large flat screen TV connected to a computer and several pictures of Prussia hanging around the room. The main feature was the Prussian flag, covering the far wall.

"Your joking me..." Romano made himself comfy on one of the couches, "...Prussia had all this stuff and told no one! That bastard!"

He picked up a remote control and turned on the TV. There was just static. He looked at the video-camera in his hands and then at the TV and put two and two together. After connecting the Camera to the TV he pressed the play button. Russia came up on the screen, talking to Ukraine. They seemed rather happy until Belarus walked up to them and started trying to force a ring onto Russia's finger, breaking it in the process. Romano laughed to himself. This went on for another few minutes till Romano got bored and fast forwarded it. Switzerland sat eating weetabix, his gun next to him on the table. ABBA was playing in the background. Switzerland was half way though finishing when the song changed track.

"Mama mia, My favourite song!" he said, standing up. He started dancing around the room singing badly. Romano found it slightly disturbing when he starting trying to use his gun for a guitar. He fast forwarded it some more. Latvia was trying to open a jar of jam. Eventually Estonia came to help him and together they opened it. Estonia made toast and started downloading work on his computer. After more fast forwarding he found video footage of Hungary about to get in the shower, France trying to flirt with Germany, England making some cookies and the oven exploding in his face, Sweden reading a book about polish fashions and even Romano throwing a tantrum when he couldn't find the keys to his room, though Romano now noticed that the keys were on the table. After a few more fast forward's he got to the end where Romano was stuck in the mud pit.

"ROMANO?!" he jumped when he heard Spain's voice from outside, "Romano, I know your in there! You left footprints all along the floor!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PEDOPHILE!"

"I'm going to break this door down!"

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Prussia's walked up to Spain and tried to hit him in the face, but missed completely, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU INJECT ME WITH! I'M BLIND!!! Do you know how hard it was to find my way here!? And when I do come here, I find YOU waiting outside!"

"Well, you DID destroy Marina."

"You NAMED your tomato?"

"I name them all. There is Cacilio and Alego and Felipe and Ferdinand and don't forget Edelmira, she's the only female left after you KILLED Marina!"

"You need a life."

"I agree." Romano said, walking out of the shed.

"All I ever wanted was to be loved. I name my tomatoes and claim them as friends because I have none, nobody has ever been my friend, let alone loved me! I had to cry myself to sleep every night until I found that tomatoes could be just good! But they're not! Why doesn't anyone love-"

Prussia hit Spain round the head.

"Shut up. No one cares."

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England started to regain conciseness. For some reason his head was throbbing painfully. He moved his hands to hold his head but found them restrained. Fully opening his eyes he saw America standing directly over him.

"People, he's awake."

"America, why am I tied to a table?"

"So you don't try to escape." America stepped back and England got a better view of his surroundings. They were in one of the old rooms that no one used anymore. A few people sat on the floor, gripping on America's every word. England recognised a few. France, Canada, Belarus, Sealand, Poland and Korea among them. Even Cuba was there! This made him pretty worried about how many people America had got to follow him. Cuba hated America. Japan was tied to the other table, still unconscious.

"Well, well, well. It looks like the traitor has woken up. Now what should we do with him?"

"I think we should stab him." Belarus said.

"Or make his capital Warsaw!" Poland suggested.

"Call him mean names!" Sealand yelled out.

"Drown him in a pool of maple syrup!"

"Make him do perverted things with me!"

"Burn him with my cigars!

"HOLD ON A SECOND!" England called out, "You can't do all that stuff to me! You're my friends!"

"You're the one who betrayed us for that... thing." America pointed at Japan.

"What!? He isn't..."

"WHATEVER! Now, this is your last chance. Join us or suffer a terrible fate!"

"I..I..." England looked around him and saw Japan's unconscious face. He then looked at the others. Cuba took a large drag on his cigar and then made stabbing movements with it. Canada seemed to be practically stroking his bottle of maple syrup ready to drown him and Belarus was polishing her knife.

"OKAY! OKAY! I'm on your side!" Canada looked somewhat disappointed.

"I don't believe you." America said.

"WHAT!?"

"You need to REALLY prove you're on our side. Here, stand up." America untied his hands.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go untie Japan and pick him up." England did as he was told, picking up Japan marriage style.

"Excellent, now go open that window." America pointed to the far end of the room. England went and opened it, noticing they were on the 6th floor.

"Now throw him out of it."

"WHAT!? I can't do that! He could get seriously hurt!"

"That's the point. Anyway, there are stinging nettles to break his fall, see." England leaned out the window to find that, in fact, there were stinging nettles. A LOT of them.

"Can't I do something else!?"

"No."

"Okay then." England tried to think of possible ways he could do this without hurting Japan or getting himself killed. He couldn't think of any.

"Go on then." America looked down at him, standing on a table with his arms crossed. What was he supposed to do, he couldn't hurt Japan. He was just too... nice. How could he live with himself if something happened to him?

"Okay... here goes nothing." He whispered. England hurled Japan out the window, throwing himself with him. Catching Japan in mid air, he twisted himself so Japan was above him and England caught the fall brunt of the blow from hitting the ground, along with the stinging nettles.

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