I am so sorry this chapter is short. I'm sick right now(hence the shortness), and I should probably do some homework. There are a few notes on the bottom and Review Review! Well, enter Sealand (again) and Finland! And I actually do now how to make a British beef stew. Yes, it is very bland. (no offense, I thought it was good!)

And now...

Chapter 8: Candle in the dark

Sealand sat in his cell, eating a small piece of bread that was given to him. If he was good, he got food. If he was bad, well...bad stuff happened. Most of the time, he just went without food for a night or two. Now, he just stays in his cell most of the time. That's how it worked, like a prision. He had to spend the day with Nyx. Her servant is what he was. She didn't hit him much, only if he talked back to her. He knew not to do that now. He finished his bread with a final bite and spread out his blanket. He laid on it and relaxed. Britain would come any minute.

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Finland sat in America, drinking hot chocolate happily. He hummed a folk song, enjoying the peaceful afternoon. He couldn't wait until next Christmas, everyone would be home, warm and safe with their families. It will be such great fun! Everyone together at home. He heard a twig snap into pieces behind him, making him turn, "huh?"

"Now." A hand appeared out of no where and clamped over his mouth and others grabbed him, trying to reduce his struggling. Something hit his head too hard, and the world danced before it fluttered out to black.

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Britain was cooking up horrors in the kitchen, trying his best to read a cookbook. He was in an apartment given to him by America for a few days, or at least until the cult attack plan was carried through. Ame sat at the table, her gaze wavering between him and a cat that chased a bird outside. She mostly looked at the cat. She turned and got up, walking to the kitchen curiously. "What are you making..?" She stared at the bubbling pot of...food.

"Its a stew." He glanced at her, and her eyes brightened.

"Oh! Beef stew? British beef stew? My mom used to make that! I remember how but...I hate to be rude...um...do you want me to cook?" He let her, hoping she could make it, and not just saying she can.

They ate the well made bland food in peace, sitting next to each other at the small table. They needed strength for the next few days. Tomorrow was a prep day. To get everything together and ready for the invasion of the cult base.

"Mr. Britain? I think the plan will work. Mr. China says its a good idea. So does Mr. Romania and Mr. Sweden. Some of the other people were really surprised that we talked to each other, you know? I usually ask him questions and his wife Mr. Finland always is really nice too. I always wanted to go to Sweden, I think it would be fun, but I've wanted to go to London more then anything and, you know*, live there someday." Her face lit up while she talked, and it could have lighted up the blue sky that was fading behind them. Britain could tell she was American, and he blushed slightly at the London comment. He also listened, seeing that her endless chattering reminded him of Sealand somehow. It wasn't that they had the same hair color, or bright voices that could make your ears bleed if they talked for hours on end.

The window above them shattered, and Britain quickly covered them both for protection against the shattered glass. His arms were held back tightly as Ame was pulled from him, away towards the door. Her eyes were widened and her face was a ghostly white. She struggled, trying to break free of the tight grip held on her. Her arm reached out, and she screamed for him, for that was the only name now that she knew. She was dragged away and the last thing Britain heard of her were her screams.

A few notes:

* You know?= It is said that Americans that live in the midwest(Mostly around Michigan) say 'you know?' a lot when they speak.

Again, Ame/Britain are not a pairing.

The suspense is building, right? (I'm sick right now, and I'm sorry for mistakes)

Also note: The next chapter might be late, since I am going to try to write a short, one/two chapter holiday hetalia thing (even if its a month late), and I have a fictionpress account I should work on too. This will be my main focus though, don't worry! (if you want to find me on fictionpress, my pen name is the same.)