once again... I own nothng but the idea n stuff... 2 UPDATES IN ONE DAY!? ITS WIERDMAGGEDON! XD Gravity Falls... whai?

France POV:

After I walked out of the portal I turned back, expecting the portal to be there. It was gone. England and America were trapped. For England it was his first time. America has been there for over 6 months. I panicked at the thought of England and America being killed by 2ps.

"Papa?" I turned to see Canada on the verge of tears.

"Damnit! Zhis is bad! Ve vere zo close!" Germany was pacing back and forth. Eventually my feelings caught up to me and I was crying my heart out on Mattie's shoulder. My hair got a little wet and I knew Mattie was crying too. We were still in London.

"We need to go… We could try Paris… Eh?" I nodded and shakily stood up. We went to the 9/11 plane and flew to Paris. I knew something went wrong by the pit in my stomach.

America POV:

I woke up in a metal seat, tied down. Being a natural idiot I struggled, causing my cuts to open. I started yelling.

"NO! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE LET ME AND IGGY GO!" I was hyperventilating at this point until a voice came from my left.

"America… You need to calm down, I am here now." I recognized the voice in a heartbeat. England. He was ok! He was still alive! After about 5 minutes of nearly passing out, I was able to calm my breathing and look at him.

"Iggy… Y-You're bleeding…" I nearly cried as my eyes trailed to his arm.

"Indeed I am America. I cut it on glass from the ceiling caving in." I was about to speak until gas was dumped on both of us. England cringed a little and I almost screamed in pain. I still had horrible cuts, and the bandages were taken off of me. We looked at each other, England could see obvious pain in my eyes as I gazed into his forest-green eyes. He frowned slightly at the sight of my grey and dull eye.

"I'm back at square one. Once again waiting to be saved by countries that despise me." I had thought that I was thinking that in my head, apparently I was speaking out loud my thoughts. England gave me a look, I recognized it from my youth. It was full of pain, sadness and deep down hatred. It was the same look from when he was about to shoot me in the revolution.

"DON'T YOU EVER THINK THAT AGAIN! WE WOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE IF WE DESPISED YOU! IF WE DID YOU WOULD STILL BE IN THE WOOD CHAIR ALONE BEING TORTURED ALONE!" I gasped in pain. Not physical pain. No, physical pain was much better than mental pain. I was trying to forget my time alone.

England POV:

"I know you hate me. You hate me for the pain you will go through here, you hate me for the wars, you hate me for my existence. Sometimes I just wish the torture would kill me already."

"I-I… Alfred… I didn't mean it… I wouldn't be able to live without the anno- er- enjoyable country in my life." Damn, again with the stupid American sappy romance movies. Why did I even watch them in the first place?

"I know you wanted to insult me. Just spit out all of the insults you have. I deserve them before I die."

"YOU WILL NOT DIE!"

"MAYBE I WANT TO! OK!? DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THE INSULTS I GET MAKE ME WANT TO DIE!? I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO LIVE FOR ANYMORE!"

"We never meant it…"

"YES YOU DID! THAT'S WHY I CUT AND STARVE MYSELF! I ONLY EAT BURGERS TO KEEP UP THE CHERADE THAT EVERYTHING IS FINE! I KNEW MY FOOD WAS POISONED IN THE FIRST PLACE! I WANTED TO DIE SO BADLY THAT I FORCED MYSELF TO EAT IT!"

"Y-You cut and s-starve yourself…?" I never thought the usual happy and bubbly nation would want to die…

"YES! I DO IT FOR ALL OF THE COUNTRIES THAT SAY I AM FAT AND UGLY! THERE IS NOTHING WORTH THIS AMMOUNT OF PAIN IN MY HORRIBLE LIFE! NOTHING!" He was sobbing now.

"I fell horrible for the amount of pain and stress I had put on your life… In the dreary meetings you were so happy and joyous, we felt jealousy of how you were to stay so energetic, so we got mad and said false things." He went silent. Then there was a loud bang and the second FACE family walked angrily in. And by angrily I mean, Al was fuming, Matt was glaring while walking calmly, Francois was walking with no expression, and Oliver was…. Skipping? Al walked over to Alfred and pulled out a knife. I had never been through this, or seen it in person so I was shaking with tears threatening to fall. The first slash was made and I let silent tears fall as more cuts were made. Al ended up stabbing the knife through his petrified arm and through the chair slightly. Al smiled as his counterpart cried and yelped in pain. He scratched the same arm and pulled out a lighter.

"This is what happens when you leave my beautiful torture chamber." He leaned closer and lit the lighter, getting closer to the petrified arm slowly. Oliver had water dumped on Alfred then put gas on his arm. More tears spilled as the lighter got closer. From both of us.