EDIT: Since the little misunderstanding was resolved, I deleted the old A/Ns.

They were kinda rude and insulting, I really apologize for that.^^''

Please enjoy anyway!

The first thing Prussia noticed when he awoke, was darkness.

At first he thought it was because his eyes were still closed but then he realized that this wasn't the case. Wherever he was, he wasn't in the mansion anymore. Or at least not in a room or area he remembered.

The albino slowly propped himself up on his elbows and groaned when his head began to spin at the sudden movement.

Vhat happened? He asked himself.

Then all of a sudden the memory rushed back in and all drowsiness was forgotten. Prussia shot up straight and jumped to his feet, staggering a bit when he did so. He waited for a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, then took a look at his surroundings.

Despite what he'd been thinking, the area he had been brought too turned out to be not a small dark cellar. It turned out to be a very big cellar with a high round ceiling and misterious ornaments on the walls. The entire floor was made of (or covered) with stained glass, like a window in a cathedral.

Prussia took a few steps forward and looked down one of the long hallways. He couldn't see the end, if it had an end at all. He would never admit it but Prussia began to feel slightly scared. Chocking down his fear as best as he could, he made another careful step forward.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing in the dark halls. "Is anyone zhere?"

For a while there was nothing but silence. Prussia could hear his own heartbeat and it sounded really fast by now. Suddenly a derisive giggle could be heard. Prussia jumped and looked around wildly to see where it was coming from, but the echo combined with the darkness made it an impossible task.

To his anger, Prussia felt himself starting to shake at the scary laughter still seemingly coming form everywhere around him. Trying his best to surpress his fear and anxiety, the albino slowly walked backwards until his back met the wall.

"Vhere am I?" he asked no one in particular. His voice was unsteady but he didn't even notice.

"The catacombs beneath-a Mr Austrias mansion." a well-known voice answered. It's tone was dripping from derision. "Once-a created by greedy nobles that-a were after the gems, this-a place contained. And-a now, your prison."

Italy. Prussia thought, clenching his teeth and balling his fists together in anger.

"Oh and-a don't-a bother screaming for-a help. It's-a no use, noone would-a hear you. And-a I don't-a think someone will-a come look for you either. Most-a people have forgotten these-a catacombs even exist." the voice kept on chattering.

Then as if someone clicked the switch, Italys tone changed from cheerful to dark. "Which-a is why they are-a the ideal place to keep-a the ones that-a interfere with my plans."

"Plans? Vhat plans?" Prussia asked, trying his best to keep his voice under control.

"The plans I have-a for your brother of course." Italy answered, like a teacher explaining a rather obvious lesson to a child. Prussias eyes went wide at that.

"Don't jou dare doing anyzhing to my brozher jou...jou monster!" he shouted, all the fear having vanished completely. The answer was another cold, cruel laughter.

"Only way to stop-a me, is-a to catch-a me~" Italy taunted. It sounded like he was slowly fading away.

Prussia growled in pure anger and ran into the direction he thought the voice was dissapearing into. He ran curve after curve, hallway after hallway, letting himself guided by Italys still ongoing laughter. But no matter how fast he moved, Italy always seemed to be way ahead of him and what was even worse, he seemed to get farer and farer away.

Prussia was gasping for air, his lungs were on fire, his legs hurting even more but he wouldn't stop. Not until he got his hands on the bastard that dared to play games with Germany. Who hurt his little brother and then made him hate Prussia. The memory of his brothers agonized face on the night before kept Prussia going, a fire of hatred burning inside him.

He tripped, got up and ran again, looking left and right. Italy had stopped laughing at him but he was giving sarcastic remarks now and then, which still made it possible for Prussia to follow him or so he hoped.

"Oops, that-a was the wrong way! Ohhh, you almost-a got me! Just-a keep running, I'm-a sure you'll catch up on me-eventually~" Prussia snarled furious, stopping at a crossway and looking in every direction.

Then, suddenly he noticed something or rather someone, standing at the end of the hallway to his right with his back to Prussia. Behind them was some sort of clearing, or at leat a place were light was coming through. The sunlight illuminating from the glass floor gave the round little room a peaceful aura but Prussia paid no attention to that. He only had eyes for the person standing in front of the room.

Breathing heavily, the albino squinted his eyes to see and almost let out a cry of victory when he recognized the shape of a rolled up curl on the persons head. All of the rage and hatred bubbled up inside him.

Prussia dashed forward. Startled by the sudden movement behind him, the person turned around, revealing their face. Standing there was no other than Italy. When he saw Prussia charging towards him, he gave a scared yelp and waved his hands in front of him in defense.

"No, wait! Please-a don't hurt-a me!" he yelled in fear. Prussia didn't listen and tackled the smaller man to the ground with all his mind, postioning himself on top of him. The albino sat up and readied himself to strike, but then froze, frowning in puzzlement when he saw Italys face.

Italy was crying wildly, shaking and covering his face with his hands as best as he could. "P-please-a, what-a do you want-a from-a me? I-I just-a want-a Germany back, please-a don't-a hurt him anymore!" he wailed, in a pathetic voice. Prussias eyes widened and he let his fist sink.

"I-Italy? Is zhat...really jou?" he asked,not sure if that was just an act or not. Italy also let his hands sink at the familiar voice and looked up. His face was still wearing a look of fright, but it immediately changed into relief and joy when he saw Prussia.

"V-Veee! Prussia, it's-a you! I'm-a saved!" he cried out, hugging the man out of nowhere. Prussia almost cried in relief himself at the sound of the real Italys innocent, cheerful, warm voice. He hugged him back tightly. After a few moments, he pulled back.

"Vhat exactly happened to jou?" he asked, getting off the smaller man. Italy sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye.

"I've-a been imrpisoned here, like-a you. It-a was that guy who looks like-a me. He appeared-a shortly after we arrived at Mr Austrias house. All of a sudden he was-a in my room. Germany heard-a me scream and tried to help-a me, but...those other guys assaulted-a him from-a behind and then they forced-a him to drink some-a weird stuff in a bottle." Italys eyes welled up with tears at the memory.

Prussia put a comforting hand on the others shoulder, but then frowned in puzzlement once again.

"Vait...zhose ozher guys? Jou mean zhere's ozhers like zhat...ozher jou?"

Italy nodded vigorously. "Yes! There was-a one that-a looked-a like Japan, but with a black uniform. And the other one...he looked-a like Germany, but he had those big-a, painful-a looking scars on his arm and-a on his cheek." Italy lowered his head and shuddered. "He was-a the most-a cruel of the two of-a them. He was-a the one who made-a Germany drink that-a stuff."

Prussia clenched his fists. "So zhere are more of zhose..." he muttered. He looked around and then at Italy. "Vhere is Romano? Is he here to?"

"Yes-a I am, potato bastard." Romano suddenly stepped out of one of the hallways. His face was in a scowl like usual and he was carrying three trays of food. "And-a here I wondered why-a we suddenly got three-a meals instead-a of one." he sneered. "I suppose-a my my brother's already told-a you about-a those imposters?"

Prussia nodded. "Do...jou have one to?"

Romano snorted. "Sad-aly, yes. Sneaky bastard caught-a me while-a I was in the kitchen making-a pasta for myself-a."

"Ve~ Fratellos imposter looks funny!" Italy chimed in. "His-a hair is toned-a blonde and he acts-a like a pretty young-a lady!" Romany glared angrily at his younger brother.

"Did-a you have to tell him-a that?" he snapped. Italy cocked his head in confusion.

"But-a Germany always-a said you and-a your allies must-a always know each and every detail of-a the enemy." He stopped talking aprubtly at the memory of his fiancee and started crying again. "Uwaaaahh, Germanyyy! What-a did-a they do to him-a?"

Prussia patted the small mans back comfortingly, while Romano just stood there, unsure of what to do. After a while Prussia got up, his face serious like never before.

"I don't know vhat zhe zhe hell is going on right now," he said, turning so he faced both, Italy and Romano. "But I know my little brozher is in trouble. I von't just stay in zhis rathole and let zhose fakes have zheir vay vizh him. I'm going to fight wizh everyzhing I have."

Italys eyes went wide at Prussias brave words. He lifted his arm and with a swift motion wiped the tears of his face. When he lowered his arm again, his face showed nothing but determination.

"Ve! I'll come-a to!" Romano dropped the trays and gaped at his bother in shock.

Prussia smiled, shook his head and ruffled Italys hair. "I appreciate zhe offer Ita-chan, but I can't allow zhat. Jou've seen for jourselve how dangerous zhose...imposters are. Zhey don't have any qualm. I can't allow my little brozhers fiancee to get hurt." Prussia turned around. "Stay here," he ordered. "I'll get jou two vhen everyzhing is over. Oh and, Romano?"

The older italian jumped at the albino suddenly adressing him. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Vhere do jou alvays get zhese trays of food?" Prussia asked. His tone was disciplined and calm.

Romano blinked a few times in confusion, then pointed down one of the hallways. "Um, from-a over there-a, two-a, three metres from-a here, why?" Prussia nodded in thanks and then darted off into the direction Romano had shown him.

Zhey need to bring zhe food in here somehow. Zhere must be an exit nearby vere zhey alvays place it. If I search it zhoroughly, I'll find it he thought to himself.

He stopped, when he heard hasty footsteps behind him. Prussia turned around and raised an eyebrow when he saw the italians running close behind him.

"Didn't jou here vhat I said?" he asked.

Italy didn't make an attempt to slow down. His look was still determined and brave.

"I-a don't-a care if those-a guys are dangerous," he said, his voice steady. "I love-a Germany! He's a my fiancee and-a he'll soon-a be my husband! He saved-a me so many times...I won't-a let this other me hurt-a him!"

Prussia was silent for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head. Then he looked at Romano who didn't look as if he was so sure about the whole thing. As if he knew what Prussia was going to say, the older italian looked away, blushing a little.

"I can't-a let my stupid littler brother run into battle alone-a, can I?" he asked, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance. Then he turned to face Prussia, smirking. "Besides-a, I've-a still got-a some buisness with-a the imposter me."

Prussia shook his head again, faking a frustrated sigh. "All right, but don't say zhe awesome me didn't varn jou." Fastening his pace again, the albino stormed into the dark hallway before him.

Don't vorry little brozher,ve're on our vay, he thought grimly.

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