Prussia's POV
"Mein got, I'm awesome. "Staring down at the limp, short blond unconscious on the pavement, it felt so right seeing him beneath me. I almost started with my plan early but it would be so much funnier to see the little Englishman's reactions to what I will do to his body. My pants felt restricted all ready and now I would have to wait until he woke up. To be honest I felt a little bad about the chloroform and the knocking him out but it was the only way I (meaning me, France and Spain) could think of getting him alone and to come with me.
England moaned in his forced face, something about America and his bed, and his face was dusted with a light blush as I lifted him off the ground. I carried him around the corner and thank god no one was around because England was now struggling which was hilarious when paired with his words, "Don't you touch me you wanker, France!" and there was me carrying him with a tent in my pants.
Now I was lifting him into my Chevrolet van (America gave it to me as a present, I don't know why) which is harder than you'd think, I swear the man is all bone and all that bone was managing to stick into me and jab me in sensitive areas. I chained his hands with cuffs around his wrists and the chain on each joining together to form a thicker chain that fitted into my hand perfectly. Blindfolding him and tying the chain to the back of the passenger's seat I watched him for a moment before gently pressing my lips against his to quieten his fitful sleep.
I would have to be quick if I wanted to get us to a secluded place where I could have fun with him. Although I kinda wanted to see what he would do without his sight and without the full use of his hands. I got in the front and started to drive to a place where I know where we won't be disturbed.
England's POV
I woke, feeling lightheaded and pissed off at whoever had DRUGGED ME, and I had no sight. And I don't know if you've ever ridden in a vehicle down a bumping path with no sight but it is bloody sickening, being tossed about and thrown around does nothing good for your stomach. That and the fact that my hands were chained together which prevented me from using my arms from bracing myself every time I (the vehicle) took a turn and I ended up flying towards the wall? door? thing?.
"Hmmm….Hello ummm kidnapper…," good my voice didn't reflect the panic I felt bubbling inside me, "Can I ask where we're going?" In reply, well I think that it is in reply, the vehicle (I'm starting to feel safe to say van due to all the space in which I could be thrown) suddenly moved in a zigzag pattern which I think was to give me an answer (no in this case) without reveling my captor. "So am I not allowed asked" I inquired and in response the van accelerated and stopped suddenly.
"Oww, I wish you'd quit doing that" I grumbled. I should have kept my mouth shut because no sooner had the words left my mouth the van started to jerk forwards and backwards causing me to hit my head multiple times and causing me to feel quite nauseous. Well this is fucking brilliant. They have a sense of humor.