Wow, the ending of this one sucks. I'm so sorry, I haven't posted on this story since, you know, FOREVER. I'm home sick today which means (drumroll) I get to update stories and eat ice cream! Oh, and my reasoning for this chapter being insanely short: The story will end next chapter or two. Yep, this is closing up. I have the end written out, and it might stretch to chapter 17 at the most. Actually, make that 18, because I'll explain what happens after and happy stuff.

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Now that all that business fluff is over with, enjoy chapter 15!

Chapter 15: Closing in

Israel flung open a door where the humming was loudest. Through the door was a large room, lit with candles, the walls a deep blood red that glowed with the candlelight. and split down the middle with glass. A bowl was in the center on a golden pedistal. America started to walk forward only to jump back as he saw another person walking directly in front of him. They all held their breaths when they figured out the "glass" was in fact a mirror. Why would a mirror be in the center of the room? Germany carefully made his way to the bowl, others following closely. America was first to glance into the bowl, then to stagger back in surprise. The others looked and backed away as well. America's face was pale in shock and he summoned the strength to form words,

"Its...blood..."

...

Finland heard running around his cell, and he mustered the strength to stand. He clutched the cold wall for support, moving along it to the door with much effort. It was his chance to escape. He glanced through the high window, craning his neck, for the opening was too tall for him. The hallway was clear, but it would take a long while for him to travel all the way down to where he thought the exit would be. It didn't matter if he would take long, he had to go now. He might never get this chance again. He fingered the keyhole of the door and tried to open the door. Its locked, he thought, now its done, no chance anymore. Wait...the extra hairpin I bought for Norway..! Finland brightened slightly at the thought, the hope of escape. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the thin hairpin he bought the day he was taken. Then he did his best to pick the lock with it, shaking and turning it gently. A click was heard and Finland smiled.

The door opened with a scraping sound, and Finland was struck with a sudden panic that a cult member could have heard it. He stumbled out, crashing to the floor at the third step he took. Gathering effort, he pushed himself up, leaning against the wall with a hand and started to stagger away toward where he thought the exit existed. A wave of exaustion washed over him and he closed his eyes, falling back, waiting to feel the metal floor crack against his shoulders. Finland was caught by strong arms, that held him carefully but firmly in their warmth. He let his eyes open slightly against the bright lights, trying to piece together the blurry face looking down at him in great concern.

"Sve...?"

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Russia and Switzerland walked together toward where they heard the cult members ran off to. Switzerland knew it was better not to leave each other, since there's better strength in numbers. The two were silent, Switzerland determined and Russia smiling. They approached a open field, and Switzerland stopped them both.

"There's something under the ground here. Look for the entrance." Switzerland frowned and searched the ground as Russia walked to the far right side. He pulled out a pickax and swung it down, letting the heavy blade find its mark in the grass. Russia pulled it up, the ax catching the trapdoor and pulling it open.

"Look, I found the way in. I will go in and you will stay watch here so I can do fighting and seeking other countries, da?" With this said, he headed down, pulling the door shut behind him, leaving Switzerland alone in disbelief.

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Prussia sat at the camp, mumbling about how he was too awesome to wait around while others go on a mission. Hungary had been helping Spain with his black eye, and Romania glared at her the whole time. Romania had gotten knocked into a nearby tree and scraped up pretty bad, enough to the point that he couldn't go to the base. France sat next to Prussia, rubbing a bruise on his arm. "Poor Britain, he's probably got himself into terrible trouble."

They had no clue.