So here he was now. He wasn't tied up anymore thankfully. He looked around, completely empty. Two walls were identical while one had a door with a little barred window in it. The wall opposite of that one had a large barred window. England walks over to the window and looks out. All he sees is a walkway so he turns and walks over to the door and looks out. Just a hall with nothing or no one in it. Sighing he walks to the center of the room and sits down. He would regain his magic so if his attackers come back he knows what to do. England had to admit, he was ticked at Russia. Though it wasn't his fault he should have woken him up so they could tour together. Then again he wondered what he was doing now, would he care if he was gone? Maybe he should have listened to what Russia had to say at the meeting. Either way he was stuck with no clue where he was and he would get out. He had this strangest feeling. 17. What did that number mean? Death was what he thought of after he asked himself that.
(Ohmygod Im so sorry. I dont remember why past me thought it would be a good idea to shorten the chapters so much, it bugs me. Sorry.)