A/n: Well….Yeah….
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Chapter…IDEK
Well Fuck.
America Limped to the Axis side of the breakfast table and stood, grabbing a plate.
"Alfred? Vhy don'd jou sitd?" America glared at Prussia and gestured to the other countries who were standing and grabbing plates, fully intent on going to their rooms and eating, most of them lucky to be walking.
"You know damn well why." Prussia 'Kesekesekese'd and went back to eating.
"Atd leastd jou got the Allies to think it vasn't us." America took his plate and walked back to the headquarters of the Axis, his back hurting like an Olympic gymnast's after a particularly difficult tumble…off a fucking cliff that is. He bumped into England and both nations winced, the smaller crying out softly.
"Sorry…" America said and walked on. Had England heard right? Had America just apologized? Did that mean the prank war was coming to an end? France came up behind England and gave a slap on the back.
"Owch, that hurt you git!" England said, fuming. He took to beating the crap out of France while Japan and China watched on from the sidelines, making bets as to who would win. America smirked as he closed his door behind him, a shadow falling across his eyes as he dropped the limp and straightened.
"Since you couldn't walk , I thought I'd bring you some food, Ruskie." America grinned cruelly, the exhausted Russian rolled over, a blush besmirching his face.
"Zhut up, Americka!" He cried, throwing a pillow at the smug American.
"I don't have to, I'm the captor! And you are the first Axis Prisoner of War!" America cried triumphantly, still in crazy-random mode.
"Dear lordt help me…" Russia whined, it was going to be a bad day.
A.n: Plot? WTF did that come from? Anywhozies, here's to the first Prisoner! Review..Or DIE by Ivan's hand!