Italy woke up later and ate the food that Germany had left him.
Germany kept exercising his legs and got them back to their normal strength.
Liechtenstein was sitting next to him, bandaging her knee.
"Lili?" he asked.
She turned to look at him.
"Vhat?"
"I'm sorry."
She stared at him.
"Vhat?" she repeated.
"I'm sorry zhat I never treated you right. When you lived with me, I ignored you. I never gave you a moment of my time because I vas too busy. For zhat, I am truly sorry," he said sadly.
"Zhat's okay. I never blamed you, but I vas very happy vhen I moved in vith Svitzerland."
"I'm glad zhat you're happy. You're like my little sister." He raised his voice and turned his head to Switzerland. "Svitzerland?"
"Yeah?"
"Zhank you for taking care of Lili. It's nice to know zhat she's happy."
"You're welcome. She's my little sister and her happiness is my first priority."
"It's true Germany," Roderich added as he pulled Vash closer with a smile.
No one said anything for a while.
"I think I've figured out a way to get out of here," Switzerland said suddenly.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"How?"
Switzerland smiled and explained.
The guards heard muffled yells from their control room and ran to the room all the nations were locked in.
They threw the door open to see Roderich's hands around Vash's throat, shaking him back and forth.
"How dare you say that? How dare you! My music is beautiful! Not tasteless trash!" he was yelling.
Vash was sputtering insults with all the breath he could.
The guards ran inside and started trying to pull Roderich off of Vash.
Neither of them noticed France sneak up behind them and hit them in head with one of the bricks sitting in the corner of the room.
They were knocked out and fell to the ground.
Roderich immediately let go of Vash's neck and pulled him gently into his arms.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you!" he cried.
"R-Roderich! I'm fine!" Vash gasped.
Roderich pulled back to look him in the eyes.
"Good! I didn't want to hurt you!"
Vash laughed.
"I know Roderich! Calm down!"
Roderich smiled and hugged him again.
"If you two are done, could you let me out?" Germany asked.
Roderich and Vash blushed.
"Sorry Germany," Roderich said and pulled the keys out of the guard's pocket.
He walked over to the man still chained to the wall and released him.
"Zhank you," he said as he stood up shakily.
Germany stretched his legs and was walking around in no time.
"I'm glad you told me to exercise my legs vhile I vas sitting," he told Liechtenstein.
"I knew ve vould need to escape on foot so I vanted you in top physical condition," she replied sweetly.
"Ve should go," Germany said.
Italy started shaking.
"Do we have to fight?" he asked.
"Yes Italy. If ve don't ve von't be able to get out of here."
The guards had left the door open so the group trailed out with Italy cowering behind all of them.
France was in front of him with Sourcils and Liechtenstein was between them.
Germany led them with Vash and Roderich right behind the pair.
They walked into the room Russia was in to see him sitting on his throne-like chair.
"How did you escape?" he demanded.
"You 'ave very stupid guards," Francis said.
Russia lowered his eyes and glared at them.
"Going back to ze room would be in your best interests, da?" he said with a sickly sweet smile.
No one moved. Not even Italy.
"Go back to ze room!" he ordered.
"Non! You are going to let go and you are going to leave us alone! None of us are going to 'elp you with your 'aking over of Europe!" Francis shouted with pure fury burning in his eyes.
Russia stared at him in amazement.
"You talk to me like zat? My doctors are watching over your Angliya and your son. Vhy vould you try zat?"
"Because ve vant out!" Germany yelled.
Russia moved so fast that none of them saw him until it was too late.
He grabbed Sourcils out of Francis's arms and pulled his knife out of his boot and held in under his chin.
"SOURCILS!" Francis screamed.
The others were shocked by Russia's action.
"You go nowhere, da?" He grinned evilly.
"Give me back my Sourcils!"
"Nyet."
Sourcils started crying at the raised voices and the feel of the cold metal against his neck.
Russia glared at the baby.
"Shut up?" he warned. "Da?"
Instead of being quietly, Sourcils started crying harder.
"Vhy does zis baby ignore me?" he demanded.
"Because he's scared!"
Russia pushed his knife into the baby's throat and he cried louder.
"Stop zat! Leave him alone!"
Vash leapt forward and pulled the knife away from the mad Russian.
He misjudged the man's strength and the knife sunk into his shoulder and was dragged down.
Yelling in pain, Vash tried to move back with Sourcils, but Russia seized his other arm and made a cut across the one he had already made to make a cross.
When he finished, he forcefully pushed Vash away so he landed on the ground.
Roderich ran to his side and pulled him onto his lap.
Vash was holding the baby in one arm while the other one was clutching his injury.
Francis took Sourcils out of Vash's arm right as a blood dripped onto his forehead.
Vash was grateful for the removal of the weight on his hurt arm.
The group stared at Russia with wide eyes.
"Vhat are you doing to try now?" he asked with his sick smile still in place.
AN: Russia be crazy! And the nations be in danger!
But according to Swity's wiki page, he has a cross scar but it's not said what it's from so this is why!
I'm gonna obviously fight Russia next chapter and they might get out, they might not. We'll see. We might even Arthur again!
Anyway! See ya soon!