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France POV:

We were flying in the jet. The atmosphere was coated with worry and fear. And for Canada and I, sadness. We approached France and went to the Louvre. When we landed the building was vacant. Nobody was in sight. As we all ran to it a faint glow started to grow in size. It was too good to be true. Then again, we needed a better plan. What if 2ps were waiting on the other side? What if we got stuck there like Alfred and Arthur? WHAT IF…

"You ready?" A soft voice spoke.

"Y-Yes, Canada… I was just thinking."

"We are waiting for you, eh?"

"O-Ok…" I was not ready. I was not ready. I WAS NOT READY TO SEE THEM! WHAT IF THEIR CONDITION GOT WORSE! I was thinking horrible thoughts as I ran to the blue and red portal. The order was: Germany, Canada, and me last. We stepped into the warp and got transported to the other realm. There was a collapsed building to our left and we realized that we were still in America. And there was most likely a new building for their torture. We wandered down the abandoned roads in search of the… Chamber… We were all wary when a clue appeared. A trail of dust and blood. It was easy to spot due to the emptiness of anything besides fire. We followed it in an aligned rank and we heard faint screams. They were from England.

England POV:

I started yelling and screaming as Alfred was kicked and punched. It was their way of waking someone up. He groaned and opened his eyes. His arm was still bleeding profusely. He shifted his body, a preparation of what was coming. Order. That is what was displayed here. First, gas. Second, physical torture and insults. Alfred got the physical and mental torture. Mine was just mental. It didn't help that I was forced to look at Alfred suffer through this. I heard faint voices. France, Canada and Germany have finally come! The 2ps must have heard it too, because we were unchained and put in cages. America's cage was smaller than mine, which was strange due to the size difference. There were chains dangling aimlessly down from the ceiling with hooks at the bottom. The hooks were loosely tied to our cages and we were slowly raised. Alfred was hyperventilating, due to his obsessive fear of falling from a large height. It was strange due to his number of suicide attempts that he told me. 28 was a large number in that area. I was terrified when he told me about his personal life and emotions. It was quite sad, really. A world superpower that was depressed and wanted to die.

"A-Arthur?" A weak and frail voice called from the shadows.

"Yes?"

"I-If I d-die, will y-you live o-on for m-me…"

"YOU BLOODY GIT! YOU WILL LIVE!"

"Y-You can't b-be s-sure. I-I am l-losing a lot o-of blood I-Iggy…"

"You will be fine. Trust-"

"No. Y-You don't k-know that. A-And all o-of the t-times I t-trusted you, y-you ended u-up l-lying to m-me…" He was sobbing again.

"I heard France, and the others. That's why we were sent up here." I just realized what we were wearing. Was wearing my green uniform and America was wearing a; now red t-shirt and blood stained jeans. I noticed that my uniform was stained because of me trekking through the wires. I heard yelling and knew it was Germany.

"T-They c-came…" He whispered. It was barely audible.

"Monsieur! Mathieu! They are up there!" America was hyperventilating again.

"No. No. NO. NO! T-This can't be h-happening! I-I was s-so close!"

Then, both of our cages unhooked and we plummeted to the floor of the large room.