Oh my, chapter 10! This thing took FOREVER to write. I worked all night and most of this morning on it, so praise me! Sorry for the usual spelling/grammar/out of characterness/mention of Ame(I talk about her so much because I want to show how other countries react to having a human help them) and again, Britain/Ame is not a pairing. If you paid sharp attention, Britain says she reminds him of Sealand, so that's why they're around each other so much. That's that. Nothing else, I swear. REVIEW, I worked super extra hard this chapter.

And now, the moment you've been waiting for...

Chapter 10: Of what it will become

Ame was forced to her knees, a thick black band covering her vision. She was trembling as the Hunter with the eyepatch pressed a knife against her bare neck, the cold feeling on her skin made her shudder. He gathered her hair and pulled it, bringing the knife across it, letting the curls drop to the ground and the remaining hair ending unevenly. She begged him to stop in whispers under her breath. She wished for a lot of things as tears dripped down her cheeks.

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The countries had finished preparing, it was time to attack the Hunter base. They stood outside, all checking their weapons and making sure they were ready. Then the fights started to break out. It began with Switzerland and America. America was bragging about how he would kill the leader, and Switzerland told him off for the base being in his country in the first place and how it was his fault for not controling it. America glared. Switzerland punched him, which was a little out of character, but everyone was losing their senses now. The full fight broke out. It took quite a while for rhem to be pulled apart by Germany and Hungary. They were both bruised and furious, but there wasn't any serious injuries.

During the chaos, Britain had slipped away from the group and headed toward the base. He didn't care if what he was doing was stupid. He wanted Sealand back. That was who he wanted back the most. Somewhere in his mind he wanted to help Ame as well, but he pushed the thought away. He could go back with some others to rescue the humans later. Countries came first. He was drowning in guilt, but he had to choose one to save first and that was Sealand.

He ran to the outskirts of the base, taking out a small gun. He shrunk closer to the wall and slid inch by inch around the building, under the glass windows. He kept this up for twenty minutes, and then a window shattered above his head. He dropped to a kneeling position and covered his head with his hands while it rained shattered glass. The shards scratched at his hands and the back of his neck, making small beads of blood appear on his skin. He was shoved into the side of the wall then, as a Hunter stood above him. Britain looked up in surprise, and scrambled for his gun. As he pulled it out, the Hunter slapped it out of his hands, pulling Britain to his feet and holding him against the wall. His fist pulled back and hit Britain so hard, stars danced in his vision. The next thing Britain knew, he was kicked to the ground and his chest hurt. So did his head. He reached for some kind of weapon, cursing weakly when he couldn't find one. These Hunters were strong for beating up a country. The countries underestimated them. A sharp pain in his side let him sink into a blackness.

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An hour later, Britain's eyes opened. The Hunter was gone, but Britain was laid where he fell when he blacked out, and that was in the sea of glass pieces. He stood slowly, wincing as the pain stabbed him. It hurt everywhere. He knew his clothes were ripped from the glass. His body was shaking as he limped to the wall to search for the door inside yet again. Sealand came before his own pain. He sighed and leaned against the wall for support. He had to get inside and the entrance had to be close.

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Finland huddled himself into the corner, trying his best to think of somewhere else. Nordic meetings, Sweden, anything else but the metal cell he was in. He worried for Sealand too, since he was so small. And the other people here, the humans. There was that one that followed Sweden sometimes, like his staring didn't scare her. He remembered she was with Britain most of the time, and she knew some things about this cult. He recalled smiling at her in the first meeting she was in, since she was nervous, and she smiled back and always called him "Mr. Finland" like it was only his last name.

They were sitting at the table after the meeting, Ame, Britain, America, and Israel on one side, Prussia, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, and Norway on the other. The countries didn't know what to say, their bosses had let them allow her to stay through the meetings about the cult, even if she was human. The room was silent for a while, then Prussia grinned and looked at her, "So you think I'm the most awesome one, right?" Everyone cracked a smile at the normal saying, except for Sweden, and Denmark and America grinned, instigating an arguement with Prussia on who was the most awesome. Britain and Israel rolled their eyes, Sweden sighed, and Finland was laughing with Ame at the stupid fight. It was like an oasis of happiness in the painful few days.

This imprisonment wouldn't last much longer, Sweden and the others will come to get him soon enough. Finland thought this as he let himself fall asleep.

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Sealand traced his finger on the metal floor, waiting. He was waiting for Britain, or maybe Sweden or Finland. Waiting for someone to come. He pleaded in his mind for someone to come soon, he wanted to go home. He didn't care if he ate Britain's food for two weeks, he just wanted ot be out of this place. He had tripped in the hallway, and bruised his shoulder on the metal floors. He had a few scrapes too, but they weren't that bad. His hair was matted and dirty, and so were his clothes. He was lonely by himself, and Nyx scared him. Soon it'll be over, He thought, and that jerk will rescue me.

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America and the others headed out for the base, sneaking toward it slowly. America didn't know where the entrance was, and this could take a while. He took out his gun and began to search.

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Liechtenstein's fingers ran across the hem of her dress, which was jagged and faded. She wondered absently if she could fix it when she got home. Home with Switzerland, where it was warm and safe. He saved her before, when the depression hit her country, so why isn't he here by now? She curled up and wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them tightly to her chest.

When will this be over?