The Russian dragged Prussia mercilessly in through the doorway of the house and down the stone staircase leading to the house's basement. Prussia grunted as his head slammed against each step.

"Cease your whining, da? I don't want to have to listen to your screaming, so be quiet."

Prussia allowed the Russian man to drag him further into the basement. He had already sent his message to Germany. Hopefully he would be able to figure out where he was and come rescue him. Although Prussia had his doubts; not even he knew where he was.

The Russian chained Prussia's hands to the wall ((ooh, kinky)), and undid the bindings on his feet. He hanged the bindings carefully on the wall next to a horrid assortment of tools and objects ((still kinky)).

"I hope you are a bit more comfortable, da?"

Prussia didn't say anything. He didn't look around. He didn't make a noise. He could only manage to stare fearfully into the Russian's eyes. He felt the glare of not only Russia, but also the others who were chained alongside him. He also noticed the blank stares of the dead. He couldn't manage to look at any of these things. Normally Prussia would be able to brush something like this off with a few "I'm awesome"s, but not this time. This was too much. It was too real.

"Now, little not-a-country"

"Hey!" Prussia tried to interrupt him but was smacked with a lead pipe.

"Don't interrupt me while I'm talking!" Russia pushed his face close to Prussia's, making the latter wince and go wide-eyed with fear. Russia's demeanor had changed completely from a moment ago. He was no longer toying with him. Prussia gulped.

"I don't have time for shenanigans," Russia said, "so don't fuck with me. I'm going to kill you now, da?." He didn't even pause. He said it so matter-of-factly that the words alone sent a shiver up Prussia's spine.

Prussia screamed in pain and surprise as Russia plunged the knife into Prussia's stomach. Russia twisted the knife violently causing the Prussian to scream even more.

"Oh, poppet, you started without me!" Oliver said as he skipped into the room, wiping a suspicious red liquid off of his hands.

"You were too slow. And next time put more drugs in the cupcake. He woke up too soon." Russia said after pulling the knife out of Prussia's stomach.

"Oh, really?" Oliver asked, looking over at Prussia curiously. He was still alive, but blood was pouring out of his wound like a broken dam. A wound like that wouldn't kill a country, but it would certainly kill a human, and which Prussia technically was at this point would determine whether he would live or die.

((Elsewhere))

"A-what does that mean? 'Russia'?" Italy asked Germany

"Burder is in danger, and Russia is involved. Ve have to find them now before something happens to him!"

"Where is he?" America asked

"I don't know… maybe Russia's house?" Germany said

"America and I wirr check there first!" Japan suggested

"I'll take Lithuania and check any places Russia frequently visits, aru," China said

"Italy and I vill look for Prussia in his frequent hangouts," Germany said

"The frog and I will ask around if anyone's seen them," England said

"Call us if you guys find anything. We'll contact everyone else," France agreed

The countries split up to look for Prussia and Russia. Germany was especially worried. They all knew that while Prussia was technically no longer a country himself, Germany had given up part of his title to keep his elder brother alive. But only Germany and Prussia knew how much more vulnerable it had made them. They weren't born as the same country like Italy and Romano had, so instead of both being the whole of Germany represented in different ways like the Italy brothers were, Prussia and Germany were two parts of a divided country. And after WW2, the berlin wall divided them even more so.

Germany hid his face from Italy as a tear escaped from his eyes. Something could have easily happened to Prussia. 'Please be alright,' Germany begged silently.