I may have posted an a/n on how many choices I had... but that doesn't mean anything in the world of fanfiction. YOU CANT FIGHT THE FANGIRLS!

I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING I SAY! so yeah... here u guys go! (Besides the idea n stuff)

France POV:

We heard screaking and looked up. The floor gave out and turned into freezing water. How? How do they do this? I swam upward and looked for Canada. Luckily I saw his body swimming to mine. We heard screaming from the ceiling and heard chains rattling. 2 small shadows appeared on the surface of the water. We swam as far as we could and the shadows grew closer.

"Brace for impact you git!"

I recognized the British accent instantly. The cages (?) appeared and the disappeared. Canada and I swam to the sinking boxes and tried to pull them up. I went under the water and saw one with Alfred and one with Arthur. I decided to help Arthur first, so he could help me with Alfred. He was struggling against the door and I used my hair clip to open it. After 1 minute of trying, it opened and we swam up gasping for air. He ducked under and swam to the smaller cage. Alfred was struggling with the door, like England. Only he was starting to turn a faint purple color. He needed air. Now. England took my clip and tried the lock. America looked on the brim of unconsciousness. He was a deeper purple and breathed out. The stream of bubbles left his mouth and he let some water in his mouth. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth was slightly open by the time we got him above the arctic water. There was a ledge and Canada helped him up onto it. His eyes closed and opened again, then almost fell over while coughing up water. It was strange, he had 2 arms to support himself. Then again he was weak.

England POV:

I was confused, he had one missing arm before we hit the water, now he had 2 again. I reached out to inspect the new limb and it buzzed. He fell over and the original injury flickered.

"Wow. I was surprised that you all passed these other tests. We all thought one of you would die. Shame. But, on the dark side, this is only part one. Welcome to part two. Subjects…" A new voice appeared and a new hologram appeared as well. It was of the original 2ps that attacked us, besides Ivan's. They were having a conversation and I realized that Al was missing from their group. A few faint voices could be heard through the static.

"What did you do to Al?!"

"Where is he!?"

"Now, now. He is just like America. Alive, but soon to be dead. It's all a game, don't you see? Ever since the note, it was all trial and error. Whoever showed the least amount of weakness would be next. And that lucky candidate was Al. It was rather hard, after all, we would have to lure him first. We will slowly get what we want. Don't you all remember your relations to your 1ps?

Al/ Alfred: Never showed what emotions they truly had.

Oliver/ Arthur: Both have cooking that kills you.

Matt/ Mathew: Both can go unnoticed.

Francois/ France: Both… er… Ok, they are nothing alike besides the fact that they have long hair.

Don't you see? You all are so alike and so different at the same time. Plan one was America, plan two is 2p America. Al's will be much worse, mind you. Same fate for both countries. Definite death."

We all stayed still, processing what it all meant. Alfred was trembling, I was offended, Mathew was silent, and France was hugging Alfred. We all realized what he said. Alfred was going to die.

Another screen flickered on and it showed Al. He was ties down and shirtless. Whip marks appeared fresh on the nation's torso. More cuts were on his arms. One leg was missing and his face was scrunched up in obvious pain, even though he was unconscious.

"Al? W-What did they do to you?" A familiar British accent was sounding from behind them, we turned and it was Oliver. He had tears running down his pale cheeks. He walked past our group and took no note of the lack of floor. He walked forward and the floor appeared beneath him as he shakily moved closer to the flickering image.

"A-Al?" He fell to his knees and choked sobs escaped his lips. Surprisingly Matthew walked to him and rubbed his back. Oliver tensed and looked at Matthew with red eyes.

"W-Why a-are you comforting m-me? A-Alfred almost d-died because o-of me…"

"Everyone deserve a second chance. Even our murderous counterparts." Oliver weakly smiled and looked at the ground.

"Thank you…"