Almost 1000 views on this story alone, keep it up! Also, If you want a break from this crazy dark stuff, try my other Hetalia fanfiction; Punishment is Parenting? Sorry for: any grammar/spelling mistakes, shortness, the horrid long wait for another chapter, broken apartness in the scenes.

Side note for this chapter: The Italics in the first section is a flashback (you know that by now, I hope)

Anyways, I hope you're all excited for chapter 13! Is that a twist at the end? (Its only a twist if you didn't get it before now). And this is a pretty big Britain/Sealand fluff chapter (not as much as say, the first few chapters) and I tried to make some other characters appear. Enter Prussia! Oh, and if you're wondering what happened to Ame and Romania, chill out until next chapter, 'kay?

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Chapter 13: Blood and Sleep

Sealand woke to a dull dragging in the hall. He had fallen asleep against Britain, much like he had while he stayed at Britain's house, a time which seemed like ages ago. He curled up against him, trying to capture any heat between them. He suddenly remembered what happened the night before, when Britain was brought to his cell.

Britain had fallen to his knees, wrapping the much smaller Sealand in a hug, using all the strength he had left. "Sealand..." He had said, with tears tracing down his bloody cheeks. Sealand had been frozen, unable to think in complete thoughts, except one. His brother was with him.

Sealand shifted slightly, causing a flash of pain appear on Britain's face, but then it disappeared as fast as it came.

Britain had stroked Sealand's hair softly, but after a few minutes, he had fallen against the wall. Sealand had blinked, suddenly hearing the heavy and quick breaths he took. Britain had held him tightly, despite his injuries. Sealand had relaxed in his arms, and buried his face in Britain's neck. Britain had been humming a soft song, the notes were gentle and calm, but most of all they were sad. The song was slow, a lullaby, something beautiful and warm. Sealand let himself be put under the spell of the song, and the gentle touch of Britain's fingers stroking his hair. Sealand had felt a little kiss on his forehead before he began to dream.

Britain was still asleep, but his clothes were darkened with blood. His temple was bleeding, as was his side and left shoulder. His arm was bent at an unatural angle. His hair was matted and his face dirty, much like Sealand's own. His clothes were ripped in several places. He was really a mess. Sealand helplessly snuggled into his brother again and let himself go back to sleep.

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America quickly turned, hands curled into fists, ready to fight. He let out a small laugh of relief as he saw Israel and Germany standing in front of him. "Iz, How'd you and Germany end up together?" Israel scowled at America and Germany sighed.

"Ve had run into each other. Ve had heard the cult coming und ve ran. Und denn ve found you." Germany didn't look very happy about it.

"Well dudes, I found the entrance so you can both praise me and back me up." America grinned as Israel rolled her eyes and Germany frowned and muttered to himself.

"I vill do no such thing."

They quietly headed inside the base.

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Feliciano wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He didn't know where he was, and he wanted Germany or Lovino. His head hurt from where the cult members hit it, and the floor was as cold as ice. Eh? Its metal, He thought, The whole room, (or is it a cell?) is metal... He spotted a blanket a few feet away and brightened, pulling it under him for him to sit on. There, It isn't as cold now. But Feliciano had another thought on his mind, one that scared him the most.

Lovino lied, and now what will happen?

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Liechtenstein drew invisible circles on the metal floor of her cell with her index finger. Her tights were ripped and dirty, as was her dress. She had to take orders from Nyx today and follow her around like a dog. She was a servant, a slave here. She felt helpless, and her country was probably taken over by the cult by now, because she felt a bit ill.

Her big brother would come and help her soon. He always took care of her when she was sick, and since she doesn't feel well now, she'll be taken care of soon. It made perfect sense to her.

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Prussia rubbed his right wrist absently, trying to rub the pain away. It had been brusied and scraped when he fought off a cult member. They were strong for humans, not just any human could beat up a country.

But he wasn't beaten of course, because he's the awesome Prussia!

Prussia worked his way back to a makeshift hospital/camp made by Hungary, and all the while he tried to think of why these cult members were so strong. Then a thought struck him.

Are they gaining strength with every nation they take?