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Brothers

Greece moaned as he stirred awake, grimacing as the movement bothered his throbbing leg. When he opened his eyes, the Mediterranean nation swore under his breath. His wrists had been handcuffed to the headboard of a luxurious bed. Dim daylight filtered into the large room through a barred window, casting a strange shadow on the floor.

"Yer finally awake," a voice to side said. Looking, Greece spotted Ottoman reclining on a bed of pillows. A hookah bong sat on a small table beside the realm.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Greece demanded as he tugged on the painful handcuffs.

"This is my house, I can be in here if I want ta." Ottoman examined his fingernails, bored of the conversation all ready.

"Why am I here? And why am I handcuffed?" Greece asked, glaring at the older male.

"I told ya, the house is too quiet," Ottoman said. "I asked a friend ta look at yer leg." He motioned to Greece's bleeding limb before reaching for the hookah bong.

Greece glanced down at his leg then back to Ottoman. "I still don't understand it, bástardos. Why do you want me in particular? Why not find someone else?" Why hadn't Ottoman gone after Egypt or Cyprus? Greece figured Turkey would have done that if he kidnapped someone. Ottoman didn't answer the question, taking a deep inhale of hookah.

"Oi! Anyone home?" a voice shouted, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.

"In here, Teutonic," Ottoman shouted back, exhaling orang smoke with each word.

The door opened to Prussia's dark-haired doppelganger. "Is this him?" He motioned to Greece. "I need to be quick, I have a kleinen bruder to look after."

"Evet" Ottoman said with a nod. "I shot an angel when I was catchin' him." He took another deep inhale of hookah.

"Was? He's not an animal, Ottoman," Teutonic said exasperatedly.

"If he's not, what is he?"

"He's a nation, Ottoman. They may be lower than us but there are still rules." Teutonic shook his head in disbelief. He should have known Ottoman would do something like this. "You don't want to permanently damage them."

"I could have killed the angel, if the brat hadn't interfered." Ottoman was, once again, blatantly ignoring Teutonic's words. The realm had never been one to follow rules.

"Killed?" Teutonic spluttered. "Do you remember what we talked about, Ottoman?"

"Evet, what about it?"

"We strictly laid down rules about the nations. Only a dummkopf would not follow them. We said no killing the nation." Teutonic crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

Ottoman rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Fine, just take a look at the brat and go. I promise not ta shoot any more angels."

Teutonic sighed in exasperation. If he could remember correctly, Egypt had been the only realm who could control Ottoman and keep him civil. The German realm moved to take a look at Greece's injured leg. The island nation gritted his teeth when Teutonic prodded the bullet wound. Setting his bag down, Teutonic opened it.

"It's not too deep but I'm still going to have to dig for it." The realm looked up at Ottoman. "Do you have anything to relax him?"

"I have this." Ottoman offered his hookah.

Teutonic grinned. "Give him some while I get ready," he told Ottoman. "I'm going to need you to hold him still."

"What? Óchi!" Greece struggled violently against his restraints. Didn't these realms have hospitals where they could do the surgery safely?

"Fine." Ottoman rose from his bed of pillows and moved to the bed. Seizing Greece's jaw, he forced the nation's mouth open and placed the tube in Greece's mouth. He closed Greece's mouth around the hookah tube. "Inhale," he commanded.

Greece glared at Ottoman as he breathed through his nose. Even though he could not speak clear words, he still muttered a muffled "go to hell" at Ottoman. Growling, the realm plugged his nose.

"In-hale," Ottoman said slowly and dangerously. Greece closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet hookah. Ottoman watched as the nation's body visibly relaxed. When Greece opened his eyes again, they were slightly clouded form the drugs.

"That's a good boy." Ottoman released Greece's jaw and took the hookah away. "Ya'll feel better in no time, brat."

Greece lay limp on the bed, enjoying the sensations the drugs caused until something began poking in the bullet wound. Teutonic was using surgical tweezers to try and find the bullet. Crying out, Greece attempted to struggle against the realm and handcuffs. Teutonic placed a firm hand on Greece's knee as he fished for the bullet.

"Kesese, you had to get the tough one, didn't you?" Teutonic cackled.

"Evet, he always did like ta play games." Ottoman grinned and helped to pin Greece's leg. "Ya hear about Kalmar?" he asked conversationally. "He's got two now."

"Ja, it will bit him back later. It's not a contest." Teutonic stopped talking and squinted, concentrating at the task. "There we go." He pulled the tweezers back with the bullet.

"Ya see, brat, it wasn't so bad." Ottoman patted Greece's leg in an almost comforting manner. Greece groaned as Teutonic began fishing in his bag again.

"We're not finished yet," the German realm said.

"What do ya mean?" Ottoman asked.

"We need to make sure he won't bleed to death." Teutonic withdrew a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a needle, and thread from his bag.

Greece's eyes widened at the sight and he shook his head. "Óchi." He struggled violently against the handcuffs, shaking the headboard.

Ottoman leaned his weight on Greece's leg, pinning the limb down. "Do it now, before he really gets goin'."

Teutonic doused a cloth in rubbing alcohol and pressed the fabric to Greece's wound. The nation howled as he thrashed in pain, trying to break free of Ottoman.

"Relax, haustier, (pet,) one more thing." Teutonic threaded the needle he had grabbed after dousing both items in alcohol. "Keep him steady for this, people don't really like it when you sew them up."

Ottoman moved to sit on Greece's thighs and pinned his shoulders down. Greece struggled against the realm, screaming when he felt the needle pierce his skin. The stitching went on for ten excruciating minutes. Greece was sobbing by the end of it. Finished, Teutonic threw the needle and thread away before taking a roll of bandages out of the bag and tossing them to Ottoman.

"I think you know how to bandage well enough," Teutonic told Ottoman. "Make sure to clean the wound three times a day. We don't want him getting blood poisoning." Privately, Teutonic was considering sending someone to check on Greece in a week or two. If Ottoman hadn't changed since he'd killed the realms, the nation by not survive.

"Sure, sure. Thanks fer comin' over." Ottoman clambered off Greece's legs. "I think ya should visit Kalmar. Hispania told me he beat his brother pretty bad." It was rare for Ottoman to show worry for someone else, Teutonic figured this was more a revenge form when Kalmar attacked Ottoman.

"If Kalmar wants to see me, he'll call," Teutonic said. "You know him, he'd shoot a fawn if it stepped onto his land." The realm cackled as he packed his bag.

"Have fun with yer erkek kardeşi. (younger brother.)" Ottoman nestled into his bed of pillows again.

"Oh, I will. He just needs to learn a little bit." Teutonic waved a hand farewell as he left the room.

"Ya did pretty well, brat," Ottoman commented, taking a deep inhale of hookah.

"Shut up, bástardos," Greece panted as he glared at the realm.

"Ya better start bein' nice or yer not goin' ta be strapped ta that bed fer a while."

"I'll break free," Greece threatened weakly. "You can't keep me here forever."

"Oh, I can. Just watch me." Ottoman grinned at the trapped nation.

Greece glared at Ottoman again before examining the handcuffs. "These don't seem so strong." He tugged at the metal. "I bet I could be out of here before sunrise."

"Tell ya what, ya get out of the handcuffs and the house by sunrise tomorrow and I'll let ya leave. I'll even take ya back ta yer world."

Greece scowled at the realm. "Why do I feel like that's an empty promise?" he asked.

"Ya'll see." Ottoman stood from the pillows and turned to leave the room. "Good luck, fare. (mouse.)"

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The group of captured nations stirred as footsteps echoed through the cell room. Romano's doppelganger stopped beside the cell and squatted down to look at his mirror image.

"What do you want, bastard?" Romano snapped as he glared at the visitor.

"You look like me," the doppelganger said, blinking before nodding. "He does, doesn't he, fratello?"

"Who are you are talking to?" Romano demanded, sitting up.

"My fratello, North Rome," the doppelganger said. "He doesn't like it when he's left out of the conversation."

"I don't see anyone else here besides you."

The doppelganger looked shocked before his face darkened. "Don't listen to him, fratello. He's only mean because I have a fratello and he doesn't."

"Chigi, yes I do!" Romano puffed his cheeks out angrily.

"You do?" The doppelganger blinked before a wide smile spread across his face. "And who is your fratello?"

"North Italy, you bastard," Romano huffed, crossing his arms.

"North . . . Italy?" the doppelganger repeated, cocking his head and grinning. "I'm coming to get you, fratello," he sang as he stood up.

"Cosa?" Romano bolted to his feet, grabbing the bars of the cell. "No! Leave my fratello alone!"

"Sì." The doppelganger had a dreamy look as he walked away. "We will make so much tasty pasta."

"Veneziano!" Romano shook the bars angrily. "Leave Veneziano alone!"

The doppelganger ignored him, humming as he shut the door quietly. Austria looked up from his spot beside Liechtenstein and Seychelles. He had comforted the young nations until they had fallen asleep on his shoulders.

"Romano?" Austria asked quietly.

"C-Cosa?" Romano was shaking with rage. He couldn't' believe he had just sold his own brother out.

Austria looked serious as he peered at the Italian nation over his glasses. "We need to get out of here."

"Sì, I agree."

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Denmark groaned as he straightened up, rolling his shoulders. He, Russia, North Russia, Japan, Ireland, and Luxemburg had been searching for six days. The long hours of walking and the rocky terrain made Denmark's entire body sore. But Russia told them they couldn't stop until they found the missing nations.

"I swear," Denmark sighed, looking up at the dark sky. "The entire island's going ta if the sky doesn't clear up." The Nordic nation jumped in surprise when he heard something land behind him. Spinning around, he saw Ireland crouched on the ground pulling his wings in.

"Wales has been shot," Ireland said in a dead voice. Two brothers missing and one brother shot. The poor nation must have been stressed from the pressure.

"What?" Denmark stared at the winged nation in shock. "Shit, get ta Russia and tell him. I'll catch up."

"Sure thing." Ireland took off from the ground, soaring in Russia's general direction.

Denmark groaned and tilted his head back. "Great, more walking."

"Then stop." Denmark froze at the voice in his tracks, turning around slowly. Hadn't Scotland gone missing? And why was Ireland standing there if he'd just seen him?

"Ireland? Scotland? What are ya doing here? What the hell did ya do ta yer hair?" Denmark asked, reaching behind himself to slowly draw his axe. 'Scotland' sighed.

"A'm really getting sick of this," the doppelganger said. "All ye do is call us by different names. Ye don't need that, Denmark." He motioned to the battle axe.

"If yer not Scotland and Ireland, then who are ya?" Denmark brought the axe around himself and rested in it in both hands.

"A'm Alba and this is Emerald Isle." Alba motioned to the doppelganger beside him.

"I've never heard of ya before. Where are ya from?" Denmark watched the pair uneasily and Alba sighed exasperatedly.

"Why don't A tell ye at home?" the realm suggested.

"Why don't ya just tell me now?" Denmark charged forward, swinging his axe at the pair of realms. The brothers split apart to attack. Emerald Isle punched Denmark in the back while Alba attacked from the front.

"Ya two are the worst fighters ever," Denmark commented as he straightened up, attempting to keep an eye on both realms.

"Naw, we're just more talented than ye," Alba argued.

"Ya call yersleves talented?" Denmark swung his axe at Alba. "Ya can't eve fight me on yer own."

Alba chuckled darkly as he dodged the swing. "Believe me, ye wouldn't want ta fight me on yer own."

Denmark gritted his teeth and lunged at Alba again. The Celtic realm dodged the blow and stopped in his tracks, smiling. Denmark scowled at the knowing look.

"What are ya smiling?"

Alba only smirked and pointed behind Denmark. The Nordic nation was about to turn around when something hard hit him at the base of his neck. Denmark grunted as he fell forward. Alba caught the nation, lowering him to the ground.

"That's just going ta paralyze ye fer a while, keep ye from causing trouble." Emerald Isle appeared in Denmark's vision as Alba spoke.

"What do ya want form me?" Denmark grunted, trying to force his limbs to move but they refused.

"Ye attacked our little brother once." Alba grinned as he withdrew a cloth and tied it tightly in Denmark's mouth. "A'm just repaying the favor."

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"Again, Tanska?" Finland would have sighed if he had been in the room.

"I kn'w," Kalmar moaned as he fisted his hair. "I didn't w'nt ta do it."

"Th'n don't do it again," Sweden would suggest with a sigh.

Kalmar chewed his lip as he flipped through another spell book. He had retrieved the large stack of books from his library a few hours after he had given Iceland his second dose of drugs. For the past few days he'd done nothing but pour over the books desperately. He had only left to watch Hispania as the realm retrieved his 'wife'.

"I don't kn'w wh't sp'll ta use," Kalmar groaned, shutting the book he'd been scanning. He was beginning to give up on the plan.

"Please don't give up, storebror." Iceland would hug Kalmar around the shoulders. "You can do it, I know you can."

"Sometimes the questions in life are difficult but the answers are simple." Norway would stare at Kalmar with dull eyes before he flipped a book open and pointed out the solution.

The next book Kalmar opened, he froze. Norway was right. He had been thinking only a difficult spell would keep his 'brothers' from leaving the house. All he needed was such a simple spell. There was no way it could go wrong. Kalmar marked the page with a bookmark. He needed to begin breaking Norway and Iceland of their addictions. Then he needed to fetch his other two brothers.

They wouldn't' know what hit them.

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South Korea, Rome, and Vinland stood on a ledge high above North Korea, Ukraine, Bulgaria, America, Italy, and Switzerland. They watched their prey with eager eyes.

"You really think this will work, da-ze?" South Korea asked, watching his doppelganger's, no, his brother.

"It's going to have to," Vinland said as he watched America hungrily. "If we want things to go our way." There was his brother. He could have his childhood playmate back, the only realm to ever understand him.

"Hm, I hope fratello's alright. I wouldn't want him to get hurt," Rome said happily.

Vinland rolled his eyes, annoyed. Why did he have to bring the two idiots? "Do you have what you need?" he asked. His partners in crime nodded as they withdrew bottles and rags from their pockets. "Godt, let's go." Vinland hopped down to the ground, leading their small trio of realms. They stopped behind a rock, watching Italy search the bushes nearby.

Rome smiled to himself and stepped out of the bushes. "Fratello," he greeted.

Italy paused in his search, looking up. "Romano? You're supposed to be leading your own group."

"I am not Romano." Rome's brow furrowed as he attempted to understand Italy's thinking.

"No?" Italy straightened up. "Then who are you?"

"I am Rome, your fratello." Rome flashed his 'brother' another smile.

"I have no brother named 'Rome'." Italy cocked his head. "I have a Grandpa Rome, though."

"Grandpa Rome?" Rome mimicked Italy, cocking his head to the side. "Hm, I'm not him."

"Of course not, silly! Grandpa Rome is dead."

Rome giggled. "No, I would be over a thousand years old if I was. I wouldn't even be able to walk."

Italy smiled at his brother's doppelganger. "Why are you here?" he asked.

"Well, I came to get my fratello." Rome strode up confidently and smiled at Italy.

"Chi?" Italy tensed.

"North Rome, silly." Rome giggled again. "Who else?"

"I don't know anyone named 'North Rome'. I bet Germany does!"

"Germany?" Rome cocked his head again. "I don't know Germany."

"I do! He's a really great friend, he helps me whenever I need it. But . . . my fratello doesn't like him."

"Why not?" Rome asked curiously.

"Romano and I just got back together recently, and my fratello feels like Germany is pulling us apart," Italy explained.

"Oh, that's not nice of him. Brothers shouldn't be split."

"No, they shouldn't." Italy smiled at the doppelganger. "You're not supposed to be here, are you?" he asked.

Rome smiled back. "How could you guess?"

"You don't know Germany." Italy swung a punch at Rome's head.

Rome caught the arm and twisted it behind Italy's back. "Brothers shouldn't hit each other," he commented.

Cosa?" Italy struggled in Rome's strong grip.

Rome grabbed the rag and managed to open the bottle one handed to dump the contents on the cloth. He covered Italy's mouth and nose with the rag. Italy's eyes widened with realization and he struggled violently. Eventually, his struggled weakened and the nation slumped to the ground unconscious.

"That took long enough," Vinland commented as he stepped out of his hiding spot with a scowl. "You couldn't have gone any faster?" He crossed his arms."

"You can never rush the power of love," Rome sang. Vinland groaned and dropped his head into his hands. Why?

"Let's go, da-ze! I want to meet my brother." South Korea skipped past the two realms to peek out of the bushes at North Korea. "What do you think he's like?" he wondered aloud.

"Hot headed." South Korea frowned at Vinland's response.

"That is not very nice."

They watched as North Korea straightened up, massaging his back. "I hope South is not causing too much trouble," the nation sighed.

"Eep!" South Korea covered his mouth, hoping the nation wasn't talking about him.

"That idiot brother of mine likes to make too much trouble for his own good." South Korea watched as his 'brother' slowly made his way toward his hiding spot. The realm crouched low and waited for his prey. Dousing the cloth quickly, he shivered in anticipation.

"North Korea, I'm going to check over by the boulder!" America shouted. South Korea heard Vinland slip away in to the shadows of the forest.

"Fine, ez-ad!" North Korea paused beside the hidden South Korea.

South Korea leapt out of his hiding spot, wrapping an arm around North Korea's neck and covering his mouth and nose whit the cloth. "I've got you, hyeong! (brother!)"

North Korea struggled violently, gasping through the cloth. The nation's eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

After successfully surprising America, Vinland had pinned the nation to the ground and covered his face in a doused cloth.

"Relax, bror," Vinland cooed. "It won't take long."

America bucked wildly under the realm. Vinland pressed the cloth down and waited. It wasn't long until America's struggling ceased. The North American realm thought he was victorious until a strange sound filled the air. The sound of grating bones filled the air. Suddenly, Vinland was thrown off a white buffalo. The large beast staggered to its hooves, shaking its great head.

Vinland frowned, brushing himself off. "No matter, we'll still catch you." The white buffalo bellowed and plowed its foe hooves into the ground threateningly. "Rome, South Korea, get your brothers." Vinland watched the buffalo carefully. "I will deal with mine." The buffalo's eyes flicked to the doppelgangers, his ears twitching anxiously. "What? Are we strange to you?" Vinland glanced at the two other realms as the lifted their 'brothers' onto their shoulders.

The white buffalo bellowed angrily, charging at South Korea and Rome. Reacting quickly, Vinland leapt onto the mammal's back and grabbed his horns.

"I'm afraid not today, bror." The white buffalo dove forward, driving his hooves deep into the ground before rearing back. He bucked wildly in a frenzied dance, trying to throw Vinland off his back. Rome and South Korea managed to make their escape as Vinland held on tightly.

The wild rodeo ride continued for twenty minutes before the white buffalo suddenly froze. His legs locked, he stood stock still. Vinland straightened up and looked down at the buffalo in confusion. He saw a glint of mischievousness shine in the dark eyes.

"Hvad? (What?)"

His question was answered by a furious roar. A full grown polar bear tore out of the forest, heading straight for his brother and his doppelganger.

"Hvad?" Vinland stared at the bear in shock? What was that doing here? There weren't any polar bear sin Iceland . . . were there? He should have asked far.

The polar bear continued its charge. It skidded the last few feet, stopping an inch before the white buffalo who didn't even bat an eyelash. The polar bear rose on its hind legs, roaring and swinging its paws dangerously.

"Gah!" Vinland dove off the white buffalo to avoid being hit. The hooved mammal bellowed in pain as the polar bear accidently slashed his back. Both beasts spun around to face Vinland. The white buffalo snorted and pawed the ground while the polar bear dropped to all four, swaying back and forth threateningly. Vinland eyed both creatures warily before making his decision. He couldn't win this fight. Turning around, he fled before either of the animals could catch him.

The polar bear watched the spot where the realm had disappeared before it stood on its hind legs. Slowly, it transformed back into Canada. America followed his brother's example, lying flat on the ground on his stomach.

"Are you alright, America?" Canada asked worriedly, bending down beside his brother.

"Yeah, my back just hurts a little bit." America tried to smile through a wince. Canada bit his lip at the sight of four long gashes running down his brother's back.

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," America assured his brother.

"Come on." Canada hauled America to his feet. "Let's get to Switzerland so he can patch you up."

"Okay . . . they got Italy and North Korea."

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Greece snuck through the hallways of the grand house, limping with his bad leg. Like he had promised, he had managed to escape from the handcuffs. He had even broken the door open and escaped his cell.

A snort caught the nation's attention. A rather large dog slept at the end of a hallway, its ear twitching every so often. Greece watched the dog warily before he climbed onto a window ledge and slipped off it and onto the grass. Trotting quickly, he headed for the front gate.

There was a sudden clink and something sharp closed around Greece's leg. The nation howled, falling to the ground. When he looked down he saw an animal trap. Who in their right mind put an animal trap in their front yard?

"What the hell?" Greece tried to free his legs, tears forming in his eyes form the pain.

A shadow fell across the trapped nation. "Goin' somewhere?"

Greece glared up at his captor. "I escaped," he hissed. "I got out, hold your end of the deal."

"Hayır, ya had ta escape the grounds," Ottoman said, crossing his arms.

"What? You didn't say that!" Greece struggled to get the metal trap of his leg. He could almost feel the teeth grating his bone. "Who puts a trap in their yard?"

"I do. I'll make ya an even better deal." Ottoman smirked.

"What?" Greece asked cautiously.

"I'm goin' ta take ya back ta yer room and lock ya up. Ya'll take care of yer own injuries. Tonight, ya can try and escape again. Ya make it past the gate, I'll let ya go."

"If I say no?"

"Then yer stuck here forever," Ottoman said with a wide grin. "But if ya try ta escape then ya won't be."

Greece feigned thinking about until he got the trap to open. He had been working on the metal contraption the entire time Ottoman had been talking.

"I don't trust you." And with that, Greece darted for the gate.

"Dammit!" Ottoman raced after the nation, tackling him to the ground "Yer not gettin' away that easily."

"Óchi!" Greece struggled against the realm. "Let me go!" He elbowed Ottoman in the stomach.

"Hayır," Ottoman grunted, keeping a firm hold on Greece. "Either ya stay or ya escape tonight. Take yer pick."

"You won't keep your word," Greece hissed. "You lied to me. Why would I trust you again?"

"Who else do ya have ta trust?" Ottoman gave Greece a feral grin and the nation shivered involuntarily.

Greece looked to the ground before answering. "I don't care, I'm getting out of here not." He attempted to shove Ottoman off himself again.

Ottoman straightened up, throwing Greece over his shoulder. "Yer never getting' out of here with that attitude," he commented as he made his way back to the house.

"Put me down!" Greece pounded on Ottoman's back as he was carries. He thrashed madly in his attempt to escape. Later, he would say admit he might have pushed Ottoman too far.

"That's it!" Ottoman threw Greece to the ground. "Get out here! Go!"

Greece looked up at Ottoman, breathing hard. "What?"

"Scram! If ya want ta leave so badly, then go!" Ottoman waved a hand toward the gate yards away.

Greece managed to struggle to his feet, watching Ottoman warily. He took a step forward before collapsing back to the ground. Gritting his teeth Greece held his bleeding leg.

"Dammit."

"Ya know, I think I'm goin' ta do it anyway." Ottoman smirked.

"Do what?" Greece glanced up at his captor.

Ottoman didn't answer, giving a sharp whistle. An angry bark responded and a dog tore out of the house. It leapt for Greece's throat.

"Gah!" Greece struggled to hold the dog at bay as he lay on his back. "Call it off!"

"Hayır, ya didn't listened ta me." Ottoman watched Greece gleefully. "He could kill ya," he commented. Greece was beginning to understand Teutonic's behavior toward the realm. He was sadistic with a love for others' pain.

Greece grunted in reply to Ottoman's comment, howling when the dog bit down on his arm. He brought his fist down on the creature's head. The dog yelped but kept its grip, snarling angrily. Greece struggle's slowly weakened as he attempted to get the dog off himself.

"Get it off," Greece begged. In his moment of weakness, the dog released Greece's arm and lunged for his bare throat. Greece flinched, waiting for the inevitable.

"Dur! (Stop!)" Ottoman roared. Greece opened his eyes to see the dog an inch from his face, drool dripping from its dangerous teeth. "Dur!" Slowly, the dog backed away from Greece. Greece panted as he watched the beast cautiously, cradling his arm to his chest.

"Scat!" Ottoman swatted the dog who sauntered into the house. "Ya'll take care of yer own injuries," he told Greece. "And tonight ya'll try ta escape again."

"Is this a game to you?" Greece winced as he attempted to sit up.

"Evet, what else could it be?" Ottoman grinned widely, a thought coming to him. "What they don't know can't hurt them."

"What do you mean?" Greece fidgeted, uncomfortable with Ottoman's smile.

"I just won't tell the others what's goin' on here. Who cares what happens ta ya?" Ottoman hoisted Greece over his shoulder and made his way back into the house.

"Then why don't you just kill me now?" Greece hung limply, too exhausted form the events and blood loss.

"That's too boring." Ottoman threw Greece onto his bed once they reached the cell. He left for a moment before retuning with a first aid kit. "Have fun tonight, fare." He left the room, locking the door behind him.

Greece stared at the door before looking at the first aid kit beside him. "Dammit." Slowly, he opened the kit and began to care for his wounds.

A/N: Ottoman disregards the rules and loves to watch others in pain. He considers hunting a fun game of cat and mouse.

Vinland and South Korea are lonely siblings. Rome is just plain crazy.

There are three groups of accents in the United States of America, but Castor's too stupid to remember them.

On August 4th, 1914, the German troops began the invasion of Belgium.

On December 30th, 1916, Rasputin was murdered.

On November 10th, 1775, the Marine Corps was born in the Tun Tavern. They were deactivated in 1783, after the war. They were restarted 15 years later. In the early 1800's they fought the Barbary pirates. They also helped out in the American Civil War. In World War One they fought the Germans in the Belleau Wood. In World War Two they fought in Iwo Jima, losing 6,000 soldiers and injuring 17,000. They killed 20,000 Japanese defenders. They were important in the Korean War. They were the first people to land in Vietnam, and fought in the Gulf War, Afghanistan, and the war against Iraq.

Don't you dare diss the marines, our mom was one. And once a marine, always a marine.

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