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Chapter 13

"The sun has set…" Kiku announced, looking out a window. "It's getting dark, and still only one person has returned… This is not good. I wonder where Yao and the others are?"
"I don't know, all I know is that we have to save them! Come on guys, none of us had flashlights with us when the avalanche hit so we should go help out the people who need us." Gilbert proudly pronounced while Arthur was fixing up Gilberts bandages on his bad arm.
"Gilbert…I know you're worried, we all are, but you're not going anywhere, you have a dislocated shoulder, what use do you think going to be?" England stated while looking up at the group sitting in the lounge worriedly.
"Like hell I am! I could be another set of eyes to spot any sort of movement! They need us out there! My brother needs me!" Gilbert growled and Italy sat up.
"Ve…He's right. People need us they can't see in the dark, and my brother is out there as well. We can't just abandon our own blood." Italy stated and Prussia looked at him astonished. That was the first thing Italy's said in a while…and he's agreeing with me. Hmpt, alright then.
"Yeah let's go!" Gilbert exuberantly pronounced.
"Alright it's settled then! Everyone gear up. Bring warm clothes it's cold outside." Francis stated as he grabbed his coat and pulled on his boots.
"I'm really worried about Alfred, but I think I'll stay here. I'm not a best medic, I mean I'm not a bad medic, but I think that if someone did return they'd need medical treatment right away." England said, and Kiku looked at him and agreed.
"Yeah same for me. I'm really worried about Yao but I think two medics are better than one. Plus, I'm not the strongest either." Kiku said as he got up to stand by Arthur.
"I'll stay as well, I'm smaller and not very strong as well. I'll help out as well." Iceland said as he got to stand over by Kiku and Arthur.
"Me and Lukas will stay here and wait for Berwald and Tino to return." Mathias said to the trio about to leave. "If there's too much of us someone could get lost." he continued.
"Ok, we'll be off. I hope you two find Berwald and Tino safely." Francis said as he grabbed a scarf a wrapped it around his neck.
"Yeah, thanks. I would tell you guys to keep your cellphones on but it seems like none of ours are working right now. So just be careful out there. Ok? Stay together and don't lose sight of one another."
"Alright sounds good! Everyone else that is going, come on let's move out!" Gilbert yelled as he shoved opened the door that he almost broke down earlier with his good side, and turned on his flashlight. The trio rushed out the door after each other trying to stay together in the blizzard of the night. Francis, Gilbert, and Feliciano all grouped out together, all with flashlights and coats on trekked through the cold winter night.

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Antonio slowly awoke once more, fluttering his eyes open, and for the first time he saw that he was in a small dusty room. There were a couple candles in the room but other than that the room was still very dim. At least he could see something though, that was a plus, no blindfold.

He took that opportunity gladly and scanned the room. It looked like a small rundown police interrogation room, at least from the inside where he was at it did, only now the table that's usually in the middle of the room was pushed against one of the corners and tucked under it was two wooden chairs.

There was a window right next to the door, and Antonio had that creepy feeling like he was being watched again but he couldn't be sure…

There were horrible sights everywhere else around the room. Mixtures of dust and blood were smeared everywhere and the smell was horrendous. Bloody hand prints were on the wall in one corner of the small room, and Antonio noticed that he was in the center of the room.
In another corner on his right was a whole bunch of used, broken, and bloody chains of all sorts. He flinched at the sight of one of the chains still having a ripped piece of flesh on it. His stomach dropped and he felt sick to his stomach. He looked up and his hands were still in what seemed like the same chains they were in the last time, and he looked down only to see the gruesome shape that his leg was in, with blood on the floor under him. He felt kind of dizzy in a way after seeing his own body twisted that way. His leg was so numb, with a piece of bone sticking out, and it was twisted…at that moment he was actually somewhat glad that he couldn't really feel his leg. It was to some extent bent in a position that legs shouldn't be bent in.
He hurt everywhere, especially his head where he got hit before. The side of his face was sticky with what felt like dried blood and he had sweated everywhere. His bright emerald eyes glanced around the room for a way to get out and that's when he remembered, he remembered his head hurting, his leg snapping, blood, darkness, laughter, a person in the room with him, and it all came back to him flashing in and out of his mind like fuzzy memories. Who that person might be, and what that person said…but then the door opened and inside walked a man in an overcoat, carrying something…
The dark-skinned man closed the door behind him and locked it with his keys; he then proceeded in setting the keys and the item he was carrying down on the corner table. On that table was one of the small candles that lit the room. When he reached down to set the item on the table the candlelit flickered and Toni saw some of his facial features.

He knew this man, with the short brown hair and his half hidden features. As the man proceeded in taking off his overcoat, Spain knew it, he was right! He knew he had heard this man before and now he knew why he sounded so familiar to him.

"Oh? You're awake." The man said, and Antonio grinded his teeth as he spat back at the tan man.
"Why are you doing this to me Sadiq!" He insisted in knowing the answer. "Are you still caught up in the fact that I got Romano? Or do you just hate me that much?" Spain asked questionably.
"Well, let's just say it's a little of both" The Turkish man replied back.
"Why me? And why now of all times? What do you want with me!" Antonio questioned.
"Haha, you do ask a lot of questions don't you, Antonio. Too bad for you that I'm not required to answer any of them. Let's just say its business and keep it at that, why don't we." Turkey commented back, walking toward him and coming up close to his face. The Turkish man then suddenly brought up his hands and once again and Antonio knew just what was about to happen as Sadiq lifted up a cloth and Spain thrusted away from him.
"...Haha…I like how you think that you can just get out of this so easily…" Turkey insisted as he brought back up his hands. But once again Antonio just nudged away, and tried to head-butt the man. But Sadiq was quick on his feet and dodged out of the way. Sadiq was growing more and angrier by the second.

"Why you little-!"

So, instead he brought back his hand and curled it into a fist and bashed it into Antonio's stomach, making the Spaniard cough up blood at the impact of the hit and he hurled over. Turkey took this opportunity to finally buckle up and tie the blindfold around Antonio's eyes. With the ends of the blindfold in both of his hands, he brought it around his eyes and tied it nice and tight knot at the back of his head.
"Shh…its ok, all I'm doing is making sure you don't see what I'm going to be doing to you next. Isn't that so generous of me?...And trust me…you don't want to see this." Turkey said while putting his index finger up to his mouth in the hushed position trying to burn the mental image of him doing that into the Spaniards mind. The mysterious Turkish man then chuckled to the sight of the fidgeting Spaniard.
"Oh and guess what?" Sadiq said coming up a little closer yet again. "Since I'm not required to answer any of questions, I guess you may never really know the true intentions of me…" a great laugh came from the crazed nation. "But ya know I will tell you one thing…I will make you suffer. And by the looks of things it seems like you really to care for this Romano guy...Why is that? So, maybe...you know I was thinking that it would be kinda fun...in order to torture you further I should kidnap him as well? Hmm, how would you like that? I mean then you can have somebody to talk to...that is unless I make it to where he can't talk...hmmm yeah, that sounds like fun doesn't it?" Turkey stated with a smile that seemed too big for his face, and the scared Spaniard twist and turned in fear.
"NO! YOU WOULDN'T! WHY HIM? YOU ALREADY HAVE WHAT YOU WANT! YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME JUST PLEASE, POR FAVOR DON'T HURT MY PEQUENO ROMANO!" Spain screamed at him through tears and a cracked voice.
"I DON'T take orders from you! You know what, I will get your precious little Romano one way or another if it's the last thing I do! And do you know why that is? It's because I hate you and I want to put you though as much pain as possible. And that's when it hit me,…you, you actually 'love' that Romano of yours don't you? Haha, you're so pathetic."
"P-please, don't hurt him, don't hurt Romano. H-he everything to me." And at that Antonio immediately regretted saying that last part for when he heard the snicker of Turkeys voice he knew just what he was thinking…Turkey walked over to the table where he set his overcoat at and lifted it up. From underneath it he pulled out a whip stained with blood and gradually turned back and walked over to Spain.
"I can do anything to you? Only if I promise not to hurt your little Romano, blah blah blah. You do know that I'm going to hurt you whether you like it or not! Romano or no Romano, I don't need your permission asshole! Look how ridiculous you look, Antonio. You used to be such a great empire…Look what that Romano did to you." The Turkish man mocked.

"I mean you don't make that brat work or do anything, you actually pamper the little twerp! At least if I had him I'd make him my slave and I would make him work everyday. That way he'd be useful to someone in life. Admit it Antonio he's a worthless little good for nothing brat. Why do you care so much about him?"

"HE'S NOT WORTHLESS! He's just…misunderstood...Just pro-promise me you won't h-hurt Lovino, and you can do whatever you want to me…I don't care anymore, torture me do whatever kind of sick pleasures you want, just leave Romano out of this and take out all your anger on me." Spain kept insisting, ignoring what the Turkish man just said.
"Oh I intend to…you really are pathetic!" Turkey spat while shaking his head and bringing the whip cracking down across Antonio's shoulder, scarlet blood soaking into the creases of the whip. Spain tried his hardest to just keep his cool, but the pain was just too much, and it truly shocked him. All he could do was hope and pray that Lovino was safe. Hope that Lovi was far, far away from here. Over and over Turkey lashed at Antonio, cuts going in all directions, tearing into his flesh. And just when Antonio thought he was done getting whipped, he felt a thrash straight across his back catching him by surprise, and he let out a yelp of pain. Crazed laughter from the great nation filled the room, along with sounds of aching, painful screams.

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Romano managed to walk far enough in his search that even if he wanted to, he couldn't find his way back to the cabin. It was almost a blizzard by now and Romano had a hard time seeing even a few feet in front of him. That was until he saw a light; it was glowing in the distance. Romano felt grateful that there was a light, that usually meant that there's a house normally nearby. And as he found out, he was right; as Romano trudged closer to the light he saw a small building about a half mile away. A light flickered weakly from the safe-haven that was on in the distance, drawing the freezing Italian in like a moth.

The wind was like tiny icicles piecing into his skin, Lovino took slow, agonizing steps until he finally reached the building.

He slowly opened the heavy steel door and walked inside. It wasn't much warmer in here, but at least it was blocking the snow and wind from hitting his body. Romano took off his gloves and looked at his poor frozen fingers. They were almost completely numb, no irregular colors of anything, just really cold and numb. He sat in the enterance for a few minutes than put his gloves back on. Romano took a look around and kept opening up doors, anything for a place to sit and rest for a while and not like 10 seconds to just catch his breath. That's when he witnessed something he would have rather not had seen. Romano walked into a small room, one that looked old and dusty, but as he walked over to the other side of the room he noticed a dusty looking window with a faint glow coming from the other side so he reached his glove up and wiped away a spot on this window, and Romano gasped! Feeling dizziness and shock all at once, he put his hands up to his mouth. Not in a million years would he have ever wanted to see the sight that he'd just witnessed...not ever...

Artwork for this chapter done by my good friend John, poor Spain.

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