**A/N: Hello! I am running on lack of sleep and so much caffeine! I couldn't be anymore excited for this chapter! There are many OCs this chapter. Sorry if you get confused. This is also...for the mature. It should be rated M. Well, happy reading, darlings! Disclaimer: I don't own you, Hetalia, or the characters. Russia owns you, but I do believe this has been established. Oh, well.** T

"That's right, it's me. Don't play innocent! We all know what you did to Isaac", she screamed.

"Enough." The voice behind the intercom was rough and masculine. "This isn't about revenge for your little brother. This is revenge for all of our family, not just you." He paused. "So, (name), tell me what you did to him, and we won't use force."

"I'm telling you, I didn't do it!" You were scared to death.

"Have it your way." He said blankly. All of a sudden a vent turned on in the ceiling, releasing a white gas. You held your breath for as long as possible, but there was no use. You breathed in the gas and fell on the floor, clutching Ivan's scarf.

Ivan's POV:

I woke up, unaware of what had happened. I was laying in the snow. I then remembered it all. Someone had hit me from behind. They took (your name). I blacked out after they grabbed her arm. Damn it! I could have saved her! I pushed myself up, and saw her locket. I grabbed it and shoved it in my pocked, followed by running to the door. Shoving my way in, I noticed the house was almost untouched. I walked around the corner.

My eyes immediately went to a note on the counter. I ran over and picked it up. Someone had scrawled, "Dear Russia, we have your whore. She killed one of our brothers, so it's customary we take her out. It's her past, which I highly doubt he told you about. She's a liar, and your better off without her." I didn't read the rest; all I did was turn on the stove and burn the letter to ash. I knew what I had to do. I got her killed. I didn't protect her. It was only fair.

I ripped open the drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper. I wrote on it what I was going to do, and how sorry I was. I walked to the knife holder and chose a small, ridged knife. I'd done it before, so I wasn't scared. Before I did it, I put my vodka in a cupboard and locked it. I took the key and threw it outside, and it landed somewhere in the snow. You wanted to be fully sober when it happened, so you felt everything. I was ready.

I laid the blade down on my wrists and pushed hard. I raked it across my arms until blood seeped out all over and I couldn't move. The painful sensation felt good to me. I could be with (name). I had hit the main vein. I dropped the knife and fell on the floor. There was a small puddle of blood and smears all over your floor. I looked at my clothes and noticed something. My scarf. She had it on, wherever she was. I reached in my pocket with the gashed arm, and pulled out the locket. We were with each other.

With your own blood, you wrote on the tile floor, "Love". Still clutching (name)'s locket, I closed my eyes and darkness consumed me.

Your POV:

You woke up laying on the ground, but your hands and legs were tied back. Two guys were in the corner, muttering. Kierra was in the corner, frowning. "What? What do you people want?"

Kierra stood and said, "Revenge, Bitch." With that, she smack you in the face, leaving a handprint. "Look at that, a pretty red mark. I'd love to wipe that idiotic look off of your whore face." She walked around you, looking at you, who just sat and took it. It wasn't that you were brave, it's that you were smart enough to know that if you spoke up, they'd do it more. You wanted to say you had nothing to lose, but you thought about Russia, and how it would feel to be in his strong arms again. "So, are you going to talk, or will I use force?"

"I have nothing to gain here", you said blankly. The two men in the corner looked at each other and continued whispering.

"Oh, but I can think of something you have to lose." She smiled sickly. "Brendon, get over here." She whispered something in his ear. "This is your last chance", she hissed, "tell me what happened."

"I didn't do anything."

She looked at Brendon. "Take it", she hissed as she walked back in the corner and sat down.

Before you knew what was happening, you were being pinned on the ground. The other grabbed a needle and dug it into your skin, releasing all of the liquid into your veins. Once again, you fell asleep.

~However long it has been later~

You woke up, but you weren't wearing clothes. You were the only one in the room again. You found your clothes next to you and put them on, despite the tears in them. You were no longer handcuffed. You realized at that moment what had happened to you. They had taken something away. Something that you wanted to share with Russia. Something you should share with someone you love, and they took it away. It. You were furious.

You walked over to the intercom and screamed in to it, "You bastards! What will it take to get you to release me?" You began sobbing and laid on the floor. "It's not fair", you whispered. "It's not."

You heard the intercom click. "Interesting you ask. We just so happened to videotape what happened to you, and we're sending it to your boyfriend. We want money. If we don't get it, it'll happen again. If we did receive the money, well, then you would go back to your miserable life."

"You wouldn't hurt Ivan, would you?" You wondered if he was looking for you. You knew your past was dark, but you didn't expect your old friends to turn on you. So much for "family". You knew who killed Isaac, because you both, meaning you and Isaac, were close...romantically. He was your first love. They were idiots to not see what really happened. All of them. Blind little idiots.

Kierra sighed and said, "If he has the money, both of you will walk away fine. The video is to ensure we get our cash." You frowned, thinking of what Ivan would do if he saw the video. You nestled in his scarf, holding it gently.

Russia's POV:

I woke up, dizzy. My wrist was burning. I looked down and realized I was in a bed and my arm was bandaged. "Big Brother". Belarus's words came out in choppy sobs. "How-How could you b-be such an i-idio-idiot.

"Sister. The locket. Where is it? It is still here, da?" I wanted the thing that I felt made me close to (name).When we were outside that night, she looked beautiful. Her (h/l), (h/c) hair shining in the moonlight. Her (e/c) eyes sparkling in the night. "Where?"

She reached in her apron with a shaky hand and pulled it out. Natalya had hand cleaned it. I closed my eyes and clutched it. "Ukraine? Big Brother is awake."

Ukraine ran in, eyes red and puffy. "I cleaned the house for you, and the kitchen." She looked at me. "Are you okay?"

For once, I was glad to have them in my life. "I love you both."

"So, you will become one with me?" She said happily.

"No, the only girl I will ever love in that way is (name)." I frowned.

There was a knock at the door. We all got silent. Belarus quietly pulled out my pipe and handed it to me as I sat upright. I took the locket and wore it as a bracelet. For herself, Belarus pulled out a large butcher knife and went to the front door. Ukraine pulled out a kitchen knife for herself, as well, as she waited by my bedroom door. It seems they were hiding them from me. "We were left things", she called. She handed it to me. I opened it up to see a DVD.

Belarus sighed and said, "Put it in."

**A/N: How is that for suspense? I'm not sure about this chapter. It seems pretty...meh. Oh, well, I hope you liked it. My hyper wore off, so now I'm all caffeine crash. So, tell me what you think. I love you guys, I think, but not in a creepy way or anything. In a writers and readers bonding about to write a chapter kind of thing, if that makes sense. I'm also going to do a bonus chapter along with the real one tomorrow of Russia's suicide note, which the whole thing kind of broke my heart to write. I'm rambling because of sheer lack of sleep. Goodnight.~**