Yet again it seemed America was waking up in another dark place, but this one smelled different then all the others, it smelled musty, and misty…Like there was water somewhere, but despite the ache in his throat to find the source America couldn't move a muscle, hell, he couldn't feel a thing except for a numbness that wrapped his body in a cool cold bliss. He felt himself relaxing, or was he dying and leaving his body? He couldn't tell if he was alive or not, but he didn't care, for he was in a sweet, cool, calm, bliss. Safe from the fire and pain…safe from the sadistic who had been torturing him, everything was at peace in the world.

BAM!

America started, as a bright rectangle of light fell on him and that now oh-so-familiar shape stood in the middle of it, he couldn't move his head still…so his eyes were faced as high as they would go. Dimly in his still numb mind-set he wondered why the fucker was so high up, it didn't make sense, that was, until he felt something cold around his legs and buttocks.

The shock from the freezing water helped jolt his nervous system back into action, and everything came into clear focus, he was surrounded by ice. The water was fucking glacier cold, and there was no way out...He couldn't climb the walls, they were too slippery, and so he was stuck as the water continued to get higher and higher.

'Shit, oh shit…this is not good, I could really go for some nice hot steamy hamburgers right now…FUCK the hamburgers, I might never even have one ever again!' America's mind set grew panicked at the thought of never being able to have another one of his 'precious' hamburgers ever again. By this time, the water was already at waist level and Americas legs didn't exist, there was absolutely nothing to feel down there it was so mind numbingly cold.

His body started to rack in shivers, uncontrollable shakes that left his teeth smashing together and his arms locked around his torso, suddenly-just below his heart, the water stopped. That devilish chuckle echoed along with the soft click of the door closing, and America was left in the pitch dark, in glacier cold water, starving and dehydrated. Sure, he could drink the water, but it could be poisoned, or make him even colder and kill him. 'Well…I guess now I know how it felt when people were sinking on the Titanic' he thought trying to keep himself awake and alert, it worked…for about two seconds.

~Some Unknown Amount of Time Later

Another loud bang just barely registered in America's half-conscious mind as, somehow, he found himself on the floor again. The world blurred into nothingness, before going dark, but he was not unconscious, oh no, he could feel and hear and even smell everything that was going on around him; America was just in…a…particular state of mind. One that was, again, numb and peaceful. Until, suddenly he could feel his body again, it was on fire, cold fire.

Snapping his eyes open he let out a strangled scream of agony, sitting up in the process and getting a clear view of his red welted beneath the heart swollen body. His previous cuts and burns were extremely upraised and hurt even worse, yellow and white gooey stuff oozed out of them slowly, his breath kept increasing as he continued to take in the sight of his mangled body. Then…the blood curdling sound came from behind him again…

"Kolkolkolkolkol" the shadowy shape shifted, "I do believe, vat you look quite dashing…vouldn't you say?" its voice mocked out, in that sickeningly sweet and innocent tone. How could he had ever been fooled! It had been evil all along; he had ignored it though, like the idiot he was! Idly, America wondered if anyone was worried about where he was right now, or if anyone even cared that he seemed to be missing…Mathew would right? Surely his brother would be the first to notice, but…no-one paid any attention to his older brother, slowly all of Americas hope started to leave him. No-body else was going to care about his disappearance, hell, England would probably be glad to get rid of him so he could hang out with France.

Slumping back onto the table, America let his despair, and the pain, take over. Welcoming the darkness that soon engulfed his worn out mind.

~Somewhere Else…

"Where the bloody hell is that fat oaf! He's been gone for a bloody week now!" the figure pacing back and forth ranted to himself, it seemed he had been doing this for the past five days or so, clearly despite his 'hatred' towards the country, this figure still cared deeply for him and worried about him. Maybe…a bit too much at times…but now was the perfect time to be worrying.

End of Chapter 3

Tell me if you like!

I know this wasn't the BEST method of torturing, buuut, like I said, it's not exactly a 'torture' story, and I don't hate America :/

You should DEFINENTLY know who the 'torturer' is now XD if not… then… o.o

I'll make it blaringly obvious sooner or later. But like I said, this story's going to end up as an UsxUk fluff.

Please, please, please leave me a review! I'm confused on when America should be saved soon, or wait a few more chapters!