**A/N: Ciao! So, you like the story so far? You get Isaac's bonus chapter tomorrow! Well, thanks for reviews, favorites, and alerts! Not much else to say. Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I don't own hetalia.**

Your POV:

"Russia. I have your girlfriend."

"Is she okay?" He tried to be as calm as possible.

"Want to speak to her?" Kierra was standing, and she looked down at you, putting the phone on speaker.

"Da."

He yanked you up and handed you the phone. "I-Ivan?"

"[1]подсолнечник. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Kierra looked at you. "Ivan, I love you."

"I love you, as well." Kierra ripped the phone from me.

"She killed my brother." J and I looked at each other. "I want 10,000 dollars."

"I will give anything you wish to have her returned unharmed. When?"

"Next week. You will receive one phone call from (name) in the meantime to prove she in alive." She paused. "If you do not bring the money, she dies."

"...My sisters will be there to be sure you do not kill me."

"No, you will come alone, or-"

"[2]Nyet! I will bring people. You want your money, da?"

Ivan was smart, but he was running out of cards to play. "If you do hurt her, I will hunt you down and decapitate you. Fair enough?"

"If you pay. We will meet at the playground where (name) was stabbed at 3 A.M. I am hanging up. Bye."

~One Week Later~

You and J had become friends. It was remarkable how much he resembled Isaac. He came everyday to hear stories about Isaac. Today, he came in frowning.

"What's wrong, J?"

"After you leave, we can't talk anymore. I'll miss you." You felt extremely sorry for the boy.

"Hey, is that a pen in your pocket?" He nodded and handed it to you. "Here." You wrote a phone number on his hand. "There." You handed the pen back. "Call that number in two days." He half smiled.

"Are you ready to go, guys?" Called Kierra from the other room, obviously excited for the money.

"Yeah, I'm getting the whore!" You both giggled as he pretended to drag you out of the room. You had a bag over your head until your hands were tied and duct tape was placed on your mouth and eyes. You were thrown in a car and you could hear the speeding of the car.

~Estimated 15 minutes later~

You was dragged out of the car and on the ground until J helped you get back on your feet. We walked for a bit until you felt soft grass under your converse. You stopped.

"Take off the duct tape, Brendon." He roughly ripped the duct tape off of your eyes and mouth. "Ivan, slide the money over here." Ivan did as he was told, sliding a large duffel bag over. By his side were Belarus, Ukraine and Canada. "Now, that's payment for killing my brother."

"That's it." J said. He had had enough. "I know Heaven killed him! This is a scam for the money, and your nothing but a lying scumbag!"

At that moment, Kierra had pulled out a gun and fired two shots. It all happened so fast. Kierra, Brandon, and two others ran. The bullet hit you, not J. You jumped in front of the boy, saving his life. J pulled out his phone and called 911. Canada untied you as Ivan looked at your wounds and held your hand. Ukraine was crying and Belarus got in a car and chased after them.

You were hit twice in the chest. "I need an ambulance! God, please!" Canada stood up and took the phone from J. He explained the situation fluently and quietly. "A-And please hurry!"

Minutes later, the paramedics arrived and slid you into the ambulance. J and Ivan got in, too, leaving Canada and Ukraine to get in a car and follow.

In the ambulance, you were barely able to talk. J had your hand. "I'm so sorry!" He sobbed.

Ivan held your other hand. He remembered the locket. He used his free hand to reach in his pocket and pull out a locket. "Here." He placed it in her hand.

"M-My locket."

Tears slipped from Russia's eyes. The great nation had crumbled. "Why did you do it, love? Why?"

You smiled. "Don't cry. J is young. He deserves a childhood." You paused. "If I die, please don't be upset. Do not mourn my death, but celebrate my life. I love you. I love you, and I'm sorry." With those words, a loud beeping noise came over the monitors. The men made them release your hands. You were slipping away.

They used chest paddles, but it made no difference. On the last attempt, they set it on high and shocked you. The monitor began beeping again at a steady pace. The paramedic smiled. "She's back." He grabbed an oxygen mask and put it on you. "Her lung is punctured! Drive this damned thing faster!"

When they got to the hospital, Russia and J had to sit in the waiting room. It was pure agony for them. The others arrived, as well. Canada sat awkwardly next to you. Ukraine was still bawling her eyes out on the other side. Belarus ran in, throwing up on the floor. It was bloody. "I got the bastard, Big Brother. Brendon is dead." She said flatly. She heaved again on the floor, followed by passing out.

"Nurse! We need a nurse!" Ukraine screamed. Several nurses ran over and took her into a room.

An hour later, a doctor came out and walked over to them.

"How bad is (name)?" Ivan asked. He couldn't get the picture of your hollow (e/c) looking eyes and (h/l), bloodstained hair out of his head.

"She's in a coma. She's looking up." The doctor sat awkwardly.

"I'm going to talk to her." Russia said, getting up.

"She won't say much back." The doctor said.

"People in comas can hear." He said, looking at Yekaterina, who blushed sadly.

He walked to the doctor. "Hurry up." Ivan said impatiently. "My beloved may not have much time left." He said, with tears strolling down his face.

**A/N: It's a little bit shorter than usual, but a lot happened, and I've had a long day. I was really writer's blocked, so this whole chapter may have sucked. Sorry. Well, I hope you like. I have more tricks up my sleeve, now, so expect much, much better. Well, I must go. Bye! Don't forget to review!

[1] Sunflower.

[2] No!

Goodnight, guys!**