WAT? 2 parts in 2 days? Ohhhhh I need to update Wattpad... Ooops... XD

Sadly I do not own pasta... er Hetalia. Well, I don't own either so... Yeah here is the story! XP

France POV:

After we all went to sleep something happened. We knew Alfred was captured and hurt, but we didn't see the message in the night. I had a bad feeling and heard voices, but I took no notes of it, until I heard England yelling at nothing. At least I thought that until I woke up. I saw him yelling at 2p Russia as a hologram. Sooner or later England was on the ground with cuts on his face. Almost all of the nations were helping England, the others trying to pin 2p Russia down. Also known as Viktor. There was blood seeping out of his cheek.

"Angleterre! " I yelled as I was running over to help.

"I'm fine France…" He said as he was being punched in the gut after being dragged away from the group of helping nations.

"You should know better than to help Amerika, da?" Viktor said as he cut England on the arm.

That statement made me furious so I started swearing and yelling in French. "VA TE FAIRE FOUTRE! Éloignez-vous des Amérique et l'Angleterre ! Je veillerai personnellement FIN ta putain de vie si AMÉRIQUE meurt dans VOS EMBRAYAGES rester si LA BAISE LOIN salope ! " (Translations at the end XD)

The statement I made earned England a punch on the cheek by Viktor. It left a purple and red mark.

"Could use a little help!" England yelled to nobody. Ivan stepped up and started to fight his counterpart. Swearing and cursing at him.

"Только я могу напугать и больно народы! Особенно Америка ! Так держаться подальше от 1ps вы сука !" Ivan yelled.

"ХА вы думаете напугать меня ? Я сделал Аль чувствовать себя намного хуже , чем боль , что мы делаем, чтобы ваше драгоценное 1p . Я не хочу это слышать . Я не чертов уход либо ."Viktor said as Ivan was pinned against the wall. The fight lasted about 10 minutes until Viktor spoke in English.

"You will never find Amerika. Never. He will be mine and will soon be gone. Engulfed in flames you could say." Then he disappeared into thin air.

"We need more help, da?" Russia said as he wrapped his cuts in bandages. I forgot about the fact I was still speaking French.

"Et plus de bandages pour l'Angleterre." Everyone looked at me strangely.

"Er- I mean, and more bandages for Angleterre." Everyone nodded and looked at England, who was passed out on the ground. A thin line of blood leaving his lips. China got up and tended to his wounds.

"Shourd I call Canada? Armost all of Arfred's famiry is here arready either way." Japan said as he was helping China.

"I will call Canada." I replied and walked out of the room.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

"Eh?"

"Hello Canada."

"Hi Papa! How's Alfred doing? I heard he got hurt."

"Could you come to the G8 meeting room for me?"

"Sure Papa. I will be there soon, eh?"

"Thank you. See you in a few minutes." The call was ended and Canada showed up 5 minutes later at the G8 meeting. It was strange without England or America speaking. Especially with America's ideas that will never work. It was 5:39 am when Canada arrived. We never told him about the situation at hand. I decided it would be best if England and I did it because we were family. England woke up a few minutes before Canada arrived. This made me think of how America wasn't unconscious. He was hurt way more than England. Hmmm… When Canada came in his eyes widened at the sight. There was blood covering part of the floor, all of the nations there were injured, and the windows and walls were broken. England and I got up and led him to a different room. England was pale and limping badly. At the next room we sat on the brown leather couch. It reminded me of America's furniture. All classic with a mix of modern.

"What happened!?..." Canada yelled at me and England while getting up. "…and where's Alfred!?"

England spoke first. "He was captured…"

"By who?"

"We don't know exactly… But Angleterre and I are working on finding him."

"Do you know who has him? And if he is ok?" Canada said while sitting back down between me and England.

"He is not ok lad. And we do know who has him." England spoke.

"W-What do you mean he isn't ok?"

I looked at England and he nodded. "He is in a different realm being tortured. Some people from that realm came back and attacked us." I held up a picture of Canada's 2p and gave it to him.

"How is he coping with the pain?" He asked while looking at the picture.

"I have no idea…"

America POV: (OMG PLOT TWIST!)

The pain was overwhelming, but I would be fine. I knew that my friends and family were coming. It was their turn to be the heroes. Knowing that they would wait to kill me was fine with me. I had about an hour to myself in the dimly lit room. There wasn't much to do so I would sing. The duct tape was only for show of the camera, usually I have to cry out in pain. I started a song that the Axis and Allies did together a while back.

"WA! WA! WA!
Sore, sore, sore!
WA! WA! WA!
Sovi, soviet!
Aiyah! Aiyah!
Sore, sore!" Look around, then continue.
"With a handshake, buon giorno
From Japan, konnichiwa
with ranks aligned, Guten tag!
Now, now, everyone, sing with Italy!
Sore!
WA! WA! WA! World~! WA! WA! WA! World~!
Become a round circle
Become a flower
World Ondo, let's dance!
Oh, sore!
England just loves sarcasm.
He is too proud of himself, after all!
Hey, stop fighting!
VODKA! Together
Why not open the bottle?
Shanghai!
WA! WA! WA! World~! WA! WA! WA! World~!
Becomes a round circle!
Becomes a flower
World Ondo, let's dance!
Sore!" Let the torture start.
"One, two!
Ichi, Ni!
Yi, er!
Soviet!
One, two!
Eins, zwei!
UN, deux
Sore!
One, two!
Ichi, Ni!
Yi, er!
Soviet!
One, two!
Eins, zwei!
UN, deux!
Ve~
let's go!
German spirit with, eins, zwei, drei!
Pound the taiko with a man's spirit
with a white flag, we'll never win
Courage! Squeeze it!
 Let's fight!" Get gasoline poured over my head.
Yoyoi no yoyoi no yoyoi no yoi—sore!
WA! WA! WA! World~! WA! WA! WA! World~!
Becomes a round circle,
Becomes a flower!
World Ondo, let's dance!
Yes, sir! Yes, sir!
I'm the Hero! 'Yes, we can!' But...
Ghost occult
is frightening
I won't forgive such a leader,
Scones and one shot
Yaaa, China!" Pain ends and I am left alone. I cry because I felt no love.
"Here we go!
WA! WA! WA! World~! WA! WA! WA! World~!
Becomes a round circle
becomes a flower
World Ondo, let's dance!
WA! WA! WA!
Sore, sore, sore!
WA! WA! WA!
Sovi, soviet!
Aiyah! Aiyah!
Wa!" Repeat until I am hopefully saved. And think of how I was never the hero.

France POV:

Once done giving away information we head back to see all of the nation's staring dumbfounded at the wall.

"What happened here lads?" England asked and Germany answered.

"We were all vaiting for you when a screen appeared with America…"

Canada ran over and shook his shoulders. "What happened!? Is he ok!?"

"He doesn't look like he will hold out… But he started to sing World Ondo. That must be how he copes with the pain… He even sings it multiple times in different languages."

"Amerika has a nice singing voice, da?" Russia said creepily while standing behind China.

"It's a shame we missed the presentation." England responded.

"Ruckiry I recorded it when the screen first appeared. So I have a video of it if you want to see it."

"Of course we want to see it. We are just not sure how Mathiew will take it. Along with Angleterre."

We left and listened to it, crying and silently singing along. Once it is over we head back and think of how much we miss America, despite the insults we give him every day at world meetings. We need a plan on how to get him back. We think for a while until I remember what Viktor said earlier. They were giving us clues on what they will do to America if we come! He will be burned to death! I started to cry at the thought. And of course everyone looked at me.

"I-I know what they will d-do to Amériqa if we go to their realm…" I sobbed.

"What bloody is it then?"

"T-They are going to b-burn him to death Angleterre!" I yelled as I ran out of the room. My injured foot throbbing. I saw England limp-running after me. I turned and leaned against the wall on the ground. I put my head down and heard England sit next to me, rubbing circles on my back. He started to hum softly. Then sing for about a minute or so.

"Hey, hey, Daddy, may I have some rum?
Hey, hey, Mummy, hey, hey, mummy
I can't get the taste of the
Pudding we had so long ago out of my head!
Draw a circle, there's the earth
draw a circle, there's the earth
Draw a circle, there's the earth
I'm Britain!
Draw a circle, there's the earth
Look carefully, there's the earth
could it be, there's the earth?
I'm Britain!
Ah, with a single brush stroke
you can see a wonderful world
Ride on the pencil-shaped tube
Britain!
"I know everyone says the food I make is dreadful,
but I just do it on purpose!""
I chuckled at that and he glared happily at me. (How you can glare happily at someone is beyond me XD Then again its England so…) We walked back and most of the nations were sleeping, others writing out plan ideas. We went to lay down and we slept for about 13 hours. I was just having the same scenario over in my mind once we got there, only different outcomes. One being America lives and is carried to the hospital. Another being we are spotted and America is burned… I must have been crying in my sleep, because when I woke up I was being hugged by Canada. He said America would be fine. Just a little jumpy and covered in a few scars. Hah. A few scars. No, more like 50 or higher. And what about his eye? I ended up crying in Canada's arms. I could tell he was crying because he was silently sobbing. England joined us and the F, C, and E of F.A.C.E were bonding. Nobody objected and we broke up after five solid minutes of hugging. Another hologram appeared and we all glared at it. It was Al again.

"Vhat do you vant?" Germany said standing up.

"Oh, here I am thinking I would be thanked…" He leaned casually on the table. "But I guess the musical wasn't enough… After all it was my idea."

Everyone looked at him. Surprised and confused. Why? Why did he send the footage? I decided to speak up. After all, nobody else was. It was making Al tense with all the eyes on him, you could tell by the way he was squaring his shoulders.

"Why would you help us?" I asked. He looked slightly relieved.

"I still feel some of the pain my 1p gets, if he breaks a bone I sprain the same bone. So if he is happy, I am happy. Sad, sad. And so on. Usually I just mask my true emotions. Like him. I always show no emotion."

"What do you mean 'like him.'?" I ask.

"He never shows his true emotions. He always laughs at the insults. Am I correct?"

"Y-Yes." It was now a one way conversation between us so we left. Only to the room next door.

"I'm not going to hurt you. This time. Or again. For now… And you realize it hurts him to hear those insults. Right?"

"I had no idea... Tell me more about yourself, then I will tell you about the 1ps. Deal?"

"I learned to never accept deals I will not be benefited from first. Tell me about your G8 1ps then I will tell you about me. Deal?" He held out a hand. I decided to trust him and I shook it. I started to tell him about the G8 and Canada, leaving out any weaknesses. Then he spoke.

"Ok… So my turn?"

"Oui."

"Ok… So my weapon of choice is a bat with nails, I have a very small temper, I have a thing for swearing for no fucking reason… I live in a house with Oliver, Matt, and Francois. That would be my version of the F.A.C.E. family. I hate your soul. I have a mask that hides my real emotions. I change emotions easily; of course being unnoticed due to said mask. And… I get lonely very easily. I am also a vegetarian." He explained. I nodded and I asked about the thing that has been on my mind this whole time.

"How's America?"

"Well… He sings when left alone, which is one hour a day. He cries a lot. And when we look through his thoughts with a special computer it is all about his true emotions."

"Is he lonely?"

"NO HE IS LAUGHING IN A FUCKING FIELD OF FLOWERS WITH HIS FAMILY! Of course he is lonely!"

I flinched at the sudden outburst, but we continued talking until he had to leave.

"See you Al."

"Bye bitch."

He faded and I left the room. The door opens inward so all the nations fell forward. I sighed and walked past.

"Vraiment? " (Really in French.)

Translations:

"Только я могу напугать и больно народы! Особенно Америка ! Так держаться подальше от 1ps вы сука !" = Only I can frighten and hurt the nations! Especially America! So stay away from 1ps you bitch!

"ХА вы думаете напугать меня ? Я сделал Аль чувствовать себя намного хуже , чем боль , что мы делаем, чтобы ваше драгоценное 1p . Я не хочу это слышать . Я не чертов уход либо ." = HA you think you scare me? I made Al feel much worse than the pain of what we are doing to your precious 1p. I do not want to hear it. I do not fucking care either.

"VA TE FAIRE FOUTRE! Éloignez-vous des Amérique et l'Angleterre ! Je veillerai personnellement FIN ta putain de vie si AMÉRIQUE meurt dans VOS EMBRAYAGES rester si LA BAISE LOIN salope !" = (Or is supposed to mean) KISS MY ASS! Stay away from America and England! I will personally FINISH your fucking lives if AMERICA dies in YOUR CLUTCHES so stay the FUCK AWAY you bitch!