Sorry I didn't update sooner! I was updating my Wattpad thingys. I hope you enjoy this (Little shorter) chapter! This has around 300 views... HOW!? MY HIGHEST ON WATTPAD IS ONLY LIKE 70! Thank you all so much!

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America POV:

I knew something was different today, mostly because I was untied and told to move. The second I moved I gasped and fell forward. I was crying silently when I was kicked in the ribs. That didn't stop them from dragging me to a different area. It was in a steel room. It had one light and one door. It also had a window with bars covering it. In the middle was an odd looking chair. Similar to the one at the dentist office, only it was more of a slanted table made of metal and had a spot for my neck at the top. I was positioned on it and strapped down with metal cuffs and chains. I looked over to my right and saw that there were things that were light blue hanging off the side. Once again similar to a drill and something at the dentist office. I also saw bigger orange ones off to the side.

"This is our new form of torture!"

I wanted to say something, only I was waiting to see if it was going to be explained first. If it wasn't then I would speak.

"What d-does it do?" I regretted the question as soon as I asked it.

"Well, it's hard to explain. Oh wait, no it's not!" He pressed a button on a controller and the blue things started to shoot electricity at me. I screamed in pain and shock. Then someone else spoke.

"And the orange ones shoot fire that can kill a person with one hit!"

"And this is what the basics are, we open a portal for your friends, they find you here, one trips over a blue wire and it shoots the electricity, one makes it through and lays one hand on you; then this place goes boom. Odds are they will live, not you."

"It's a fucking shame we will miss it."

"Al, calm down poppet. We have video!"

"Not as cool as hearing the fucking screams in person!"

"True. Do you want to finish the wires?"

"Not really, but I have no choice."

England POV:

I heard a rumbling and thought it was an earthquake at first, then I saw a bright glowing spot of red, purple, green, and yellow appear in a circle on the wall. It grew to the size of the wall and stopped. I looked at everyone and they nodded. It was the portal that Al went in before. We all stood and cautiously walked over by it. It made a holographic buzz and it flickered. A message appeared after the portal was gone. Russia read it out loud. After all, it was in his language so nobody understood, but him.

"This is what the portal to the 2p world is going to look like. It will be in the heart of the country who loves America the most. This can include friends. The person is in the G8. I will give you a clue, it is not Canada, France, Germany, Japan, Italy, and it is also not China. Have fun! - From Al!"

It said that, but looked like this. 'Это то, что портал в 2р мире будет выглядеть. Это будет в центре страны , который любит Америку больше всего. Это может включать в себя друзей. Человек находится в G8. Я дам вам подсказку , это не Канада, Франция, Германия, Япония, Италия, и это также не Китай . Удачи ! - От Al !'

We all looked at each other, then gathered at the table. One seat was empty. America's seat. We all started to share our plans on what country the portal would open in. We first decided on the capital of America. It made sense in our eyes. He was a self-loathing country who would always hide when put in trouble. Only a few countries would go to the country we decided on. Once we got there the streets were empty and the White House was burning, just like the war of 1812. We were informed that it would appear at the front of the capital building of the country. There was nothing, but fire in sight. No portal, so we went back to the G8 American meeting room.

"Anything?" Germany asked while looking at me.

"No. Nothing." I responded.

"The next country is yours, rets hope it works this time. We onry have few options." Japan said.

"France and I will go to my country. See you lads later." Japan nodded and we left to America's jet. Unfortunately when we arrived it was engulfed in flames and sparking. This caused France to start to tear up. I patted his back and we found a different jet, it wasn't as clean as America's new one, but it would have to do. It was dusty and had a scratched up flag of the USA on the side. Under the flag it said 9/11. We understood what it meant, America had said something about a plane he would fly every 9/11. It must have broken down one year. We dusted off the controls and seats, then took off, it was a little shaky and had a few red lights, but we would get it fixed. By the time we were at England the jet was almost out of gas. We landed and had it cleaned and fixed. We drove in a taxi to the London Bridge because my country didn't technically have a capitol building, we already tried Big Ben. Nothing happened until I walked forward. A small portal was opening up as I got closer. This was it. I smiled and looked at France; who was already going to the taxi. I followed him and noticed the portal getting smaller until it was gone.

At the meeting room we came in smiling and reported all information we had. For example how the portal only opens with me.

"Zo you are saying zhat it only opens vith vou?" Germany asked.

"Yes. It makes sense actually. After all it is my country."

"How did you even get there, aru?" China was rather silent until now.

"We rode in one of America's jets." I responded.

"Hai, so when wirr we reave to Rondon?" Japan questioned.

"Any time Angleterre agrees on." France said.

"Probably at day, after all we need all of our strength to save America."

"Sehr gut. Vho is leaving to help vith zis?"

"I am staying, Aru."

"I wirr stay here with China-san."

"Ve~ I will stay here-a too!" Italy piped up.

"I will run things from here, da?"

"I'm going, eh?"

"Ok then. It is settled France, Canada, Germany, and I are going?"

"Hai. That is correct."

"Zhen lets sleep!"

We all had an uneasy sleep and we woke up around 7:00 in the morning. We were leaving at 10. We had a while to wait so we discussed plans on what to do there and what to do coming back, with hopefully America. We were growing impatient as the clock ticked at every second passing.

America POV:

I was getting worried. They would electrocute me every day and so far nobody had come to help me. It didn't help that the 2ps would always taunt me, saying that I was forever alone and nobody would come. If they did they would only do it because they need someone to insult. I knew they were coming because they cared. Or do they? They said that there was a new torture schedule. Now it would happen twice a day. Each at 1:00.

England POV:

The time has come to save America. We all agreed on the order to enter through the portal. First is Germany then France then Canada then me. I had to go last to keep the portal open. We all piled on to the clean and non-broken jet and took off to my country. We split off into two taxis and went to the London Bridge. It was around 12 and we were all getting out of our taxis. The taxis drove off and we all went to the area of the portal. It opened again and Germany walked through. France hugged us and went through. Canada followed and I went about 30 seconds after. It took about a minute to be fully transported into the 2p realm. We were in the USA again. I could tell because of the debris and rubble from 9/11. Almost everything was on fire and a different screen appeared.

"OH! So y'all have finally made it to my beautiful 2p country!" The screen split off into three sections. One was normal America (The country not the person), next was 2p America (The country not the person), then the personified version of America strapped down to a table-like thing. There were blue streams of electricity being fired from the strange machine on both sides of him. It was horrifying. Luckily he was unconscious, like this happened all the time. The two pieces of land pictured in the first two pictures looked very identical. Both were of the White House. Both were burning. Then again everything in the pictures were burning. All accept one flower in the 1p country. I knew that the flower was America's hope, it was wilted and being attacked by electricity.

"VHERE IS AMERIQUA!?"

"Ha. Like I'm going to fucking tell you."

"JUST TELL US!"

"Fine. I will give you some visible clues."

As if on cue a few flowers were growing off the ash and dust. Every flower slowly got more shriveled as we went further. We reached an abandoned building. That was where the flowers ended. Germany kicked the door down and we were met with the reek of gasoline and blood. We all backed away from the building. We also knew America was here, and we were going to save him.