Listening to Centuries By Fall Out Boy ties well with this chapter... I don't own anything but the plot.

CAUTION! THIS STORY KILLED ALL MY FEELS! OMG ;c! *Cries while typing* XD Im so sorry for those I made cry in the future XD!

England POV:

We stepped back from the room. I would rather smell fire and ash than blood and gasoline. It was absolutely horrid. To think Alfred had been like that for around 5 months… I wonder how he is holding out. Al said that he inwardly cringed and hurt at every bad thing we said to him, to the point where he believed he was fat and had started to stop eating. If he did eat he would force himself to throw up straight after. It was all our fault. America was depressed and never asked for anything, he actually put himself in harm's way to protect us. All of the other 1p countries thought he was stupid, self-loathing, a fat ass, and a coward. But in reality he was never those things. He only did badly in speeches because he had stage fright. He probably was one of the smartest countries in the world. And here he was, being tortured and wanting help and only so few people came to help. Even in WWII he went through the pain of all the wars going on and helped us attack. Then after the war was over began his 'jazz age'. We added to the pain from the war and he went through the Great Depression, and never fully recovered from it. He acted fine and his country looked fine, but now was when he broke completely and would never be his 'usually happy' self ever again.

"We need to help Amérique…"

"Zhen lets go."

Despite the smell of blood and gas I went first. I walked straight until I reached an empty room. It had the wooden chair from before in it with one light overhead. It was covered in red, and I knew it wasn't paint. There were drag marks leading down a different way, but I had to wait for the others to arrive before I went stealth mode. About 3 minutes later France and Canada appeared.

"Where is Germany?"

"He stayed behind guard the entrance." Canada said.

I nodded and turned to leave when I heard crying coming from France, he was never good in gory situations. Canada was urging him on and I started walking, knowing the others would follow me I made my way down the hall to a large steel door. Canada and France were behind me and I slowly turned the handle leading into the rather large room. The smell of even more blood and gas pooled out and I sped away to empty my stomach from the smell. France did the same, as well as Canada. When we were all done we walked slowly back to the room and walked in one-at-a-time. In the center was a table-like chair holding an unconscious America down. I noticed wires on the ground, matching the laser guns' color. The blue ones sent electricity and the orange ones sent an absurd amount of fire. France walked in next and almost ran over to Alfred, luckily I stopped him and pointed out the wires as Canada was about to do the same. I noticed a blue wire in front of us and unfortunately Canada and France didn't. They stepped on it and the blue guns fired. Causing them to yelp in surprise and leap back. America, however didn't show any pain at all from the sudden bolts. Just remained unconscious.

"Don't touch the wires. I noticed that they are color coded. The light blue rays will shoot out an electric current and the orange-red laser guns will shoot out fire."

"O-Ok then Angleterre…" France said as he was looking at the beaten country.

"I will try and reach him, stay here lads."

They nodded as I slowly made my way through the maze of wires. I tripped over one and it ended up firing a blue one again. This time Alfred's facial expression changed to pain and then he twitched as the steady hum of lightning died down. As I got closer I could see his face. It was cut up and had a burn mark by one of his eyes, probably the blinded one. I heard a groan of pain as Alfred shifted in his horrible seating arrangement. His eyes slowly opened and he looked at me. A weak smile emitting from his mouth.

"A-Artie…" He said weakly.

"I am right here Alfred, hold on. I am coming!"

"A-Artie… N-No…"

"And why the bloody hell not?"

"F-Fire…"

"What d-do you mean?"

"R-Rigged… G-Gas… D-Death…" His eyes closed again and his breathing got quicker. The closer I got the more he started to hyperventilate. I went to reach out and touch him, but then he spoke again.

"N-No A-Artie…"

"Yes! I will get you out of here!" I had silent tears falling down my face as he looked at me with one sky blue eye and one grey and dull eyes.

"I-I don't w-want y-you hurt… S-So n-no… L-Leave b-before you d-die like m-me…"

"You're not going to die Alfred! Come on!" Alfred sighed and continued to speak at the best of his ability.

"I-I will d-die… Y-You don't h-have t-to…"

"No! I am not leaving without you!"

"W-What t-time is it..?" I was rather confused at the question and looked at my watch. Around 12:59... So I rounded to the nearest time.

"1:00… Why?"

"A-Artie… N-Need to s-stand b-back n-now…" He said as he closed his eyes tight. I stepped back, avoiding any wires and then it became 1:00. Both of the blue guns fired and I looked back at Canada and France. They were crying. I was too. About what seemed like an hour, the cackling of the lightning died down. His eyes opened again and I walked forward.

"N-Not d-done…" This time a red barrel was poured on him, I recognized it as gas. I also noticed how almost all of his cuts were infected and bleeding. He had closed his eyes before that happened and now they were open, despite one lacking color of any sort his eyes showed the true pain he felt, the pain nobody noticed before.

"A-Alfred… We need to get o-out of here!"

"N-No… I-I am r-rigged… I-If a-anyone lays o-one hand on m-me w-we w-will all b-burn…" He was crying again, his tears were slightly red and short. However, mine were long and clear. Alfred shifted in his position and I saw one cut open again on his arm.

"J-Just g-go Artie…"

"There has to be a way! I am not leaving you!" God. I sounded like a person from a sappy romance movie. He closed his eyes for a brief second and opened them again. How he was still living was beyond me.

"F-Fire b-blast is s-strong enough t-to k-kill s-someone in one h-hit…" Right now he was barely able to speak and he was only giving me reasons to find a way to save him.

"L-Let m-me be y-your hero o-one last t-time…" He smiled weakly and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"N-No! You will live! You will be other people's hero! We will get you out of here!" I sighed inwardly and was yet intrigued by how stubborn he was in the worst of situations. Then again I would probably do the same… Maybe…

"A-Artie… P-Please…" I needed a fast idea to get out of the situation. Come on mind! Think!

"NO! STOP THINKING LIKE THAT! WE WILL ALL LIVE! YOU WILL LIVE!" He blinked slowly and I knew it was hard for him to be left alone all the time. Especially in a life or death situation. Only for him, a death or near death situation. I need an idea and fast… I realize now how thirsty Alfred must be, and hungry… I took my sack off of my arm and looked around for water. Luckily I had the job of carrying all of the water and food. I took out some water and opened the lid. I stood next to him while holding the water.

"Alfred… You need water…"

"C-Can't move m-my h-hands…" As if on cue the arm braces were opened up by France who had left to look for something to unhook Alfred from his seat.

France POV:

Luckily I found the security room and pushed the release arms button. I looked at the camera and saw the braces on Alfred's arms open. I looked around and saw a disable button. I assumed it was for the wires and such and pushed it. Instantly the guns made a clicking sound and turned off. Through the camera I saw Alfred smile and shift again, drawing more blood. I looked around for anything else useful before I left to join the others. I must have tripped over a wire because I heard a whirring sound coming from the room I just entered. I saw the orange gun starting up. Alfred must have noticed too because he shoved England away and fell to the ground in a bloody mess. The fire hit the chair and I realized his legs still had a rope holding him to the chair. The fire was approaching quickly so I ran over to help the now weak and immobile country untie the ropes before he burned. With eyes wide, England stood up and helped untie the ropes. England was having difficulty along with France because the ropes were slick with a red substance and gas. We all knew the substance was blood, Alfred's blood. He must have opened up almost all of his cuts because of the sudden movements.

England POV:

I heard whirring and clicking behind me as I was trying to get water into Alfred's system. He was losing quite a bit of fluids as he continued to cry. The whirring increased and I was pushed to the ground as the orange gun fired at the seat Alfred was in. I sat there in shock as France tried to untie him as the fire spread quickly. I regained my ability to move and tried to untie the ropes. It was difficult, but we managed to untie him right as fire engulfed the chair completely. Alfred tried to move, but couldn't. His arms were painted red and he couldn't quite process what happened. I could tell by the way he was looking at the spot where he was once tortured for hours on end. Finally tears came and England took one of his bloodied arms and slung it over his shoulder. France came over and did the same. Canada trailed behind, making sure nothing happened to his brother from behind. Alfred fell unconscious and his feet trailed on the ground. We were all outside when the building exploded behind us. It caused us slightly flying forward, Alfred falling on the pavement and hitting his head. A thin new trail of blood seeped out of the new wound.

"CRAP!" I yelled as we all were pushed back by the explosion. All of us ended up on the pavement and we didn't get any more injuries besides Alfred's.

"How vill ve get home?" Germany asked while helping everyone up. It was a good question, after all, we were in New York.

"Angleterre! Amérique has a new wound on his head!"

"Help Alfred up and try to give him water."

"What's that?" Canada asked, pointing to the heart of the debris of the Twin Towers. It was glowing purple and red.

"A PORTAL! QUICK EVERYONE RUN!" I yelled as I got up to help France with America. We ran and the portal was slowly shrinking.

"QUICKLY! CANADA YOU FIRST! THEN GERMANY! FRANCE, AMERICA, AND I WILL FOLLOW!" They nodded and ran through the portal. Leaving us in the dimension, America was shifting and his eyes groggily opened. France went through, I said I could handle America on my own. America stumbled to the portal to help. Unfortunately, the portal closed off completely after France went through.

"Shit…" I mumbled as the sky darkened and it started to storm.