Title: Search and Rescue

Pairing: China x Fem!Russia

Rating: The person requested it M so yeah.

Warning: Mentionings of torture so if you don't like then don't read.

The Allies' meeting was silent. The only sounds were the rain pattering lightly on the windows of England's meeting room and Alfred- America -tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for Yao Wang- or China, as was his official title -to show his face.

Finally, the loud and boisterous American couldn't stand it anymore.

"WHERE'S YAO?!" he asked, jumping to his feet so fast that his chair flew across the room and into the wall behind him.

"BLOODY HELL!" yelled Arthur- or England - jumping in fright. "Oooow, ow ow…" he moaned as he massaged his broken left arm with his right.

"Sorry Iggs," Alfred said, running over to quickly ruffle Arthur's hair ("Don't call me Iggs!" "Okay, IGGY!") "But anyway, where is Yao?"

Anya- Russia -spoke up from her end of the table, which was mysteriously darker than the rest of the room, somehow. "I am not certain," she said in her accented voice. The usual note of creepy joy was gone from her voice, though it was still lighthearted. She looked rather troubled, though. Yao was always punctual.

"Well shit," Alfred said plainly. Arthur rolled his eyes at the swear but said nothing. France- or Francis -continued to file his nails, as he had been doing this whole time. "I wonder where he's gone?"

Anya suddenly got to her feet. She rose slowly, but because of the obvious intent that seemed to encircle her like a shroud, everyone winced.

"I will go to look for him," she said lightly. Arthur opened his mouth as if to object, but Anya just smiled. With her angelic, symmetrical face, slightly large nose, long blonde hair and bright pink coat, she struck a figure that shouldn't have been as terrifying as it was.

"No, we can't. Maybe he's just sick," said Arthur feebly. Anya tilted her head to the side, blonde hair falling over her shoulder as a considering look crossed over her face.

"Well… if you say so…" She slowly sat back down, but she looked troubled throughout the entire rest of the meeting.

Two days later, Yao had still not shown his face. All of the Allies were getting worried- even that one that wa Alfred's look-alike but wasn't actually Alfred.

"I think that he has been captured by the Axis Powers," Anya said on the third day of his absence, interrupting a heated argument between Francis and Arthur.

"What?" asked Alfred, who had been paying very great attention to the argument.

"I think that Yao has been captured by the Axis Powers," Anya expanded. She had a troubled frown etched onto her features that the other Allies suddenly realized had not left her face for days.

"Really? What makes you think that?" Arthur asked nervously.

"Nothing… It's just a feeling I have-"

Suddenly the front door burst open, causing everyone but Anya to jump in surprise. In burst half of Italy, the north half, Italy Veneziano, or just Italy to most people since they tended to ignore the south half.

"Feliciano-" began Arthur, using Italy's human name.

"I'm sorry," Feliciano said through his thick Italian accent. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, this was the soonest I could get away, and that's only because I convinced Romano to pretend to be me for a couple of hours-"

"What is it?" Anya asked. She got up from her chair and seemed to teleport, ending up right in front of Feliciano, who screamed.

"I-I'm sorryyyyyy!" he wailed. "I tried to stop them but the wouldn't listen! Forgive me, Anya, forgive me-!"

"Just tell me what happened," Anya said coolly.

"W-well," Feliciano said with a sniffle. "G-Germany and Japan have kidnapped Yao. Th-they know that he's immortal a-and they're torturing him for i-information."

Anya's frown deepened to a scowl that made everyone in the room cringe. "Take me to them," she said.

"Me as well," Arthur said, raising his hand.

"And me!" Alfred said. "I want to help!"

"Count me in," Francis said, putting away his nail file

"O-okay… I will do my best to s-sneak you guys in…" Feliciano said, trembling. "I-I don't want to get hurt though… Germany and Japan… they have gone c-crazy…"

"That does not concern me," said Anya. "I can take care of them, crazy or no."

Feliciano cowered. "O-of course you can…"

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Yao was not doing very well. Japan and Germany… they were very good at what they did. He had never been tortured this well in his life, and he had been tortured quite a bit.

They had strapped him into an electric chair, shocked him, gassed him, and even poisoned him. He had survived all of it, keeping his mouth shut and refusing to speak, but he was in very bad condition and needed help.

He wondered idly to himself if the Allies would ever come to get him. He had been waiting in here for them for what seemed like ever, but no one had come yet.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and onto his nose. His hands were chained at about shoulder length and out to the side, so he couldn't wipe the sweat away. The most he could do was lean his head on his shoulder and pretend it didn't hurt his neck.

He was so, so tired. He hadn't been able to erase Anya's face from his mind since he had first arrived here. He kept seeing the last smile she had given him before he had left.

Suddenly the door slammed open. He jumped, managing to lift his head up enough to see that the Allies- his friends, come at last -were here.

Anya was the first through, and she didn't even look around for enemies. She cut a startling figure; her seemingly perpetual pink coat was missing and she was carrying a four foot metal plumbing pipe in her right hand.

She rushed across the room and looked into Yao's face, whispering something in Russian that Yao didn't understand but that made a shiver run up and down his spine.

"Are you okay, Yao?" she asked in English. "No, of course you are not, what am I saying?" She rolled her eyes at her own antics, then moved away from his face to look at his bonds. She tsked under her breath, then there was a sudden jolt and Yao felt his right arm swing free. He almost fell over, but then Anya was there, supporting him against her shoulder.

"Wh-what did you do?" he gasped, feeling pain wrack through every fiber of his being. He opened his eyes to see her smile in a sweet, yet grim way.

"There's a lot of things a metal pipe can cut, Yao. You'd be surprised."

She swung her right arm up and sent it crashing down on the other chain, slicing through it like a cold knife through warm butter.

Yao fell into her, but she held him up like he weighed nothing. Alfred and Arthur came running up as if to help Anya, but there was really no need; swinging Yao's arm around her shoulder, she carried him just fine.

"Go on," she told them, shooing them away with the hand still holding the pipe. "Lead the way out; I will follow."

They nodded, almost in unison, then went to where Francis and Feliciano were lurking by the door.

"I-I will sneak you guys out," Feliciano said, looking earnestly into their face as they drew closer. "I know a way, so don't worry about a thing."

They sneaked back down the hall they had come from, Feliciano in front. He stopped before every corner and sneakily stuck his head around; even Yao was impressed with his sneaking skills.

Suddenly as they were walking they heard voices:

"You're not Feliciano," rumbled Germany's deep voice. "Where's Feliciano?"

"Fuck off, potato-eating motherfucking jackass!"

"Fratello!" Feliciano whispered, eyes going wide with terror as there was a thumping noise.

"Aaagh! Let the fuck go of me, ninja bitch, or I'll fucking kill- SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!" he suddenly shrieked. He suddenly ran out of the room, crashing straight into England.

"Ow!" yelled England as South Italy crashed into his broken arm.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" Italy Romano yelled. "Jesus fuck! Where the hell is Spain?"

Alfred stared at him. "Spain's here?"

Romano blushed slightly, opening his mouth to protest, but before he could-

"FELICIANO?!" Germany suddenly rumbled. They could hear his sharp, heavy footsteps rushing toward the door. As they drew closer, Feliciano shoved his brother and the Allies farther down the hall.

"Go," he whispered, eyes bright with fear. "I'll distract him!"

"Fuck no-" Romano started, but Francis grabbed his arm and dragged him- literally kicking and possibly screaming, though it was hard to tell with Francis's hand clapped over his mouth -down the hall after Anya, Yao, Alfred, and the rest.

Germany peered around the doorway, eyes alighting with rage as he saw the Allies running down the hall away from him.

"What the hell?!" he shouted as he started forward. Before he could get very far, though, Feliciano had tripped him. Germany fell gracelessly to the floor, landing flat on his face. Feliciano shrieked as the larger man's hand shot out and grabbed his ankle.

"No Germany, don't hurt me!" he wailed.

"Don't you fucking hurt him…!" said Romano's voice from down the hall. And then: "Dammit, where the fuck is Spain…?!"

At Feliciano's words, Germany hesitated. He wanted to grab the Allies and he wanted to rip them to pieces, but… he didn't want to hurt Feliciano.

He sighed, then let his hand fall to the floor. "Fine. They can get away- but only for today." His eyes fixed on Feliciano's and the look in them was intense enough that it made a shudder run through the Italian's body. "But next time I'll kill them."

Jywy: WOAH WOAH WOAH AMAZING I like it. I was scary but grabs my attention wow great!

A/N Anyway guys, I'm trying to focus on NaNoWriMo this month, so I probably won't be updating that much. *is possibly lying*

Anyway, I have no fucking idea how Spain ended up there or why the hell he was there, since he was neutral in WWII. *shrugs* C'est la vie.

This was requested by Random person! X3