Tabby: Yay! Another update! But, Y U NO review? I'm sad...

Brian POV

When Allison and Rain left, Logan scrambled to the edge of his bed and paused before scooping something up. I watched and he cleared his blankets away and got a better look at the lock on his ankle.

I leaned over to see what he had. It was a key. Maybe we could get out. He fitted the key into the lock and twisted it. It wouldn't move. He started to shake and tried furiously to turn it.

"Be careful or it'll break." I said, bringing my knees up to my chin and hugging my legs. His head snapped to look at my, blond hair moving slightly. He had tears in his eyes.

"You try it then!" He said, tossing the small silver key at me. I reacted quickly and caught it. His right hand clenched and he was grabbing at his hair with his left hand. He was distressed and he was rocking himself a bit. His eyes were wild and his breath was coming out in shuddering gasps.

Hmmm...

I fitted the key into the lock and turned it. It moved quickly and I heard the lock click.

"Awesome!" I hadn't noticed that Logan and Kailin were watching me. I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding. The first thing I did was get out of the bed and pull out a pin from my hair. I went to the door and tried picking the lock.

"Wait! What are you doing? Where are you going?" Kailin exclaimed. I took out my super leatherman and slid the longest, sharpest knife from it.

"I'm going to try to find Rain and Allison. If I can't, then I'll come back. I can't speak any German whatsoever." I said, pushing my orange hair behind my ear and Logan began searching his pockets for something.

"Got it." He muttered, and shot something at me. It was a hair tie.

"Thanks." I said and tied my hair behind me. Opening the door, I headed out with "good luck"s behind me.

First off, I turned to my right and quietly walked down the cooridor, checking the corners, feeling horribly exposed. A half open door caught my attention and I slipped inside after checking to see if anyone was there.

It was a room full of katana swords lining the walls. Green woven mats were on the floors, the cieling lights were dim but I could still see clearly. Smiling a bit, I went up to a wall and examined the Japanese swords. Twenty-four on this side. I grabbed two from a corner, another two from the other side, and one that was behind the door. I found a belt and hung four of them on it. I put away my super leatherman and weilded the katana I found behind the door.

Walking out of the door I examined the design. It had 繁栄 written on it. I find out what it means later. Suddenly I heard singing.

I turned and saw a man with light brown hair, a curl sticking out of the right side of his head, smiling and singing. He wore nothing but a pair of yellow boxers and a unbuttoned black button down shirt. Why is he only wearing only two articles of clothing?

"Germany~, Germany~, Germany is a really, really, nice place.

Even though I'm your prisoner, you give me food~.

And it doesn't suck like English food.

Sausages and cheeses always taste so good~.

It'd be heaven for a dog~, yeah that's Germa-"He stopped singing when he saw me. "Veeh?..." He said. "Who are you?"

I suddenly got an idea. If he is really such an idiot as he looks, this will work perfectly. I slowly waved my hand in front of him. "You will not tell anyone about this meeting." I said slowly.

"I will not tell anyone about this meeting." He repeated in a montone, his arms falling to his sides, his grin failing. Good.

"You will now leave." I said, waving my hand again.

"I will now leave." He repeated and walked past me, around the corner, and out of my sight. I heard singing again about a minute later then headed down the hall.

"Tell me, why are you Germans so robust?

You're crushing me with your intimidation~.

My fragility causes me to openly weep out of fear..." His voice faded away and I knew he was gone. I sighed and kept walking.

Germany POV (I know, he's the bad guy. But I want to show what he was doing!)

When I finished cuffing the girl with the white hair, she said something unbelievable. She said "Bondage, much?" (Thank you to memoranda! That was awesome!) My face flushed and I pushed her forward roughly. She gasped and staggered forward and I pulled her back to prevent her from falling. She was so short, that when she fell on me, her head touched my chest. She started yelling at me in English.

"You stupid wurst and beer head, crazy violent potato krauts!" She continued and I looked at her sadly, but to her it must have looked like I was angry. I sighed and pushed her forward. She kept walking, albeit grudgingly. At her new room she looked up at me.

"This isn't my room. Where are the others?" She said, furrowing her eyebrows. Her aura flared up and I was momentarily dizzy from it.

"This is where you will be for expirements. Don't try to get out, there's no point. You'll be knocked out momentarily, anyway." I said, even though she wouldn't be able to understand me. The lauguage barrier is a thick one. The only reason I can understand her is because I'm a Nation but that doesn't mean I can speak other languages so I have to learn them seperately.

I untied her and put her in the room. Then I went to check up on Japan. He already put the other girl in her room and left to find Italy. Again. He was walking around in his boxers and shirt, singing that song he made up during World War I. Again. I put my fore-finger and thumb on the bridge of my nose and sighed. That was a stereotypical song but I don't mind it. He just sings it too much.

"Hey~ Germany~" He said.

"Italy, put on some clothes!" I said sternly.

"Yes, sir!" He saluted, with the wrong hand of course, and set off to find some clothes.

The next day, I checked the girl with the white hair's room and she was laying on the hospital bed, tubes sticking out from her arms and a mask on her face. The DNA transfusion has begun and she was unchanged, at least for now by the next day, she should have started the tranformation. I looked at the clipboard on her bed and checked it. She tranfused with aves DNA. Let's see how this goes.