Its DONE! Its about time, I was studying for finals and i've been busy (don't kill me!). This chapter my be a little ditzy, and to answer the question of "why wasn't Britain taken when he was attacked?", read this chapter. Sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes (Re: Ditzy chapter). Review please! And the drama really spikes at the end!

And now... CHAPTER 11!(its not so awesome as i thought it would be...)

Chapter 11: As the plan unfolds

Britain stopped again to catch his breath, leaning against the wall. He was exausted, but he had to keep going. He was near the entrance now, only a few minutes more and he'll be inside. He stepped forward, only to be knocked back against the wall. The same Hunter from before stood in front of him, this time with three others by his side. The one had left Britain to get some back up to collect him and find the others. Britain glared at them, since he had no weapons and he couldn't outrun them. He brought his arms up to protect himself from anything aimed for his face. He would wait for them to hit first, then he'll punch when their arm is extended. It sounded good in his head, and he wasn't sure if he could do it. The Hunter punched him in the stomach, and Britain grabbed his arm, yanking the Hunter forward and placing a perfect kick into his side. The Hunter coughed and stumbled back. Britain slumped back against the wall. Come on, get up and fight that bloody cult member, He thought as he caught his breath, then you can get past him to help Sealand. These people took him and the others. He couldn't do any more. He could try, but it hurt to move so sharply. The other two came at him, and he took a hit on his forearm, which made something crack. He brought his arm back in surprise, and was hit between his shoulder blades, pushing him forward forcefully. He swung his leg blindly, and felt it contact with an ankle. One of the Hunters fell to the ground, and Britain smirked to himself for half a second before a hard, solid object came down on his head.

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America jumped down from a ledge near the building and landed silently, set a few feet away from the others. They were split by a group of the cult members, and it wasn't pretty. Hungary agreed to stay and make a camp for the injured countries, since this rescue mission wasn't going to happen as fast as they had thought. Israel, Switzerland, Prussia, Russia, Germany, the Nordics, and himself were the only people that would be able to go inside and still defend themselves. The Nordics headed off quickly in full viking mode, which was really scary, since they rarely did. Israel had gotten seperated from the group, but America knew she's fine by herself.

Israel was tough, with two long scars down around her shoulders in rings, seperating her body into three parts. A wide scar on her neck seemed to grow -just barely- as time passed. She didn't get along with Greece well, or Germany and Prussia, and when Rome was around, America heard they didn't like each other either. She always seemed to get slightly depressed around the holidays, and everyone knew it was because she had a torn up childhood around the holidays. She'd be Jewish for a while, then she'd have a new scar and be something else, then back again. She said it was confusing and her people were split into different groups.

America glanced back at the camp, with several countries beaten. Some were missing. He would save them though, because he's the hero.

...Right?

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Feliciano and Lovino looked around at their surroundings. Lovino had grabbed Feliciano's arm when the cult members attacked and ran. In doing so, they got lost at the other side of where they started. Feliciano was quiet, but he looked back at where they had stepped with fear lingering behind his eyes.

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Nyx looked down at the young one, the boy with blond hair and the sailor suit. He was quiet, as he usually was near her. He sat with his legs tucked under him, his gaze at the floor. She remembered his silly name. Sealand, like a children's game, or theme park. Nyx was lying down again, and she moved her forearm so it rested lazily on her forehead. "Sealand, what is your family like? Don't lie to me." He almost jumped at the question, not expecting something as normal as that.

"Well..." His voice was small, and he didn't know what to say, "I have an older brother..." He didn't dare say more, an older brother was common.

"And which country is that?" She smirked coldly at Sealand's confused and shocked expression. "Don't play games with me, because I always win. Yes, I know what you are, and yes, what the countries really are. I know who to take in order to gain control. Just look how it turned out. I sent people out to collect you, a nothing nation, one that has no power yet still is held dearly to a larger, more powerful country. As is that girl with the long name, she was taken from the country with an amazing amount of guns. That northern country himself was a prize, but then we also get Sweden, a strong nothern country as well."

"You h-have...Mama Finland..."

"Surprised? I'm sure you are. Or not, considering how easy he was to gain." Nyx smiled to herself, as a Hunter scrambled into the room, eyes bright with a subtle happiness.

"Leader, you'll never believe who we just caught!" His voice was tired, but happy nonetheless. Sealand hated them. Happy about catching other people.

"And who would this breathtaking catch be?" Nyx raised her sight from Sealand to the Hunter. She was amused, and she was curious to what could be the cause of this excitement.

"Britain."