Russia pushed the white strands of hair out of the sleeping ex-Prussian's eyes. The cuts on his face and arms had stopped healing altogether and began gushing blood again, staining the torn uniform he was wearing.

"He's kind of cute while he sleeps, I almost regret killing him," Russia said. Oliver looked up. Prussia was obviously still alive. Even though Russia wasn't the greatest with words, he should have realized that what he had just said implied that Prussia was already dead.

"Of course, I'll still do it. I just can't wait to see the others so helpless like this, so they can be suffocated like little children." Russia's smile was still firmly attached to his face, plastered on like some sick carnival clown ((god, I hate clowns…)).

"I suppose it'll all be over soon, won't it, poppet?" Oliver said while carefully double checking his clothing and now-clean knife for any specks of blood.

"Yes, I suppose it will. Oh! I shouldn't keep you any longer. I told you to get the other magic-users, didn't I?" Russia asked. Oliver nodded. "Sorry, I just got so caught up I forgot!"

Oliver skipped up the steps only to have the basement door slam open in front of him. Russia looked up to see what was going on while Oliver just looked dumbstruck.

"China?" they both asked in shock.

"Cut it out, assholes, I'm trying to help ya dipshits," China replied slightly upset… or possibly bored…

"Swear jar!" Oliver shouted- of course that would be his immediate response…

"Oh, it' you Yang," Russia said, "Why are you dressed like China?"

Yang pulled off the brown ponytail wig and revealed his own black ponytail. He threw the wig in a random direction, causing it to land in a puddle of mostly dry blood.

"Because while you dipshits-" Yang was cut off by Oliver again, "-were trying to keep Prussia from spilling the beans, China was deciding to help those bozos out."

"How much do they know?" Russia asked

"Pretty much all of it, except they've got a few of the details wrong, and they don't know what you're after. Blabbermouth here-" Yang motioned to a tied up bundle vaguely resembling China, "-already mentioned your other house, so they could be on their way here already for all I know."

"Should we get out of here, poppet?" Oliver asked

"Not yet," Russia said, "We have to be sure. Oliver, give me a hand first, and then go and get everyone ready. Yang… do whatever you want, I know you won't listen anyway. I'm going to make sure our test with the Prussian was more than a fluke…"

((Elsewhere))

"Lithuania! We know where Russia's other house is!" America said excitedly. Lithuania lightly pulled at his fingers which were bright purple and swollen.

"Great… It seems you had better luck than I did."

"Anyway, Japan already called the others, they're going to meet us here in a few minutes and we're going to go over there!"

"I think I'll stay behind and let my bones heal…" Lithuania said. America didn't seem to understand and kept insisting that he come with them. Eventually Lithuania got tired of dodging America's constant hand-grabbing and went home.

Eventually, England, France, Germany, and Italy showed up and they started heading off into the countryside of Russia in search of Russia's old house based on the directions Ukraine was kind enough to give without asking any questions whatsoever.

When they finally reached the quaint little house, America- being afraid that the door would be locked- charged in and kicked the door. The old wooden door fell noisily off of its hinges and onto the floor. England scolded America lightly, but he did so mostly to ease his own nerves.

All of the countries were a bit wary of the seemingly empty home in the middle of nowhere. They cautiously wandered inside and began looking for signs of Russia, Prussia, or even China being there. England wandered into the kitchen ((I know, bad idea, right?)) and began searching through the cupboards and eventually started taking inventory of Russia's tea collection.

Germany and Japan looked through any paperwork they found, which wasn't much. They then spent the rest of the time looking for paperwork without much luck.

France checked all the rooms half-heartedly, and then rested on the bed with a glass of wine that he had somehow obtained.

Italy wasn't particularly helpful unless you were looking for loose Russian change and dust bunnies, of which he found hundreds. He checked under the beds and in between the couch cushions and in the most obscure of places.

Ultimately it was America who found the basement door- which after everything was all over and things finally returned to normal ((much, much later)) he would brag about constantly, much to the other countries dismay and reminder of emotional scarring.

He went around the house kicking open doors where he could, shouting "The hero's come to rescue you," ((every single fucking time…)). Eventually he came to a wooden door that just wouldn't seem to open ((France had somehow missed this door, maybe because it was covered in dirt, and he refused to even look at it u )). Anyway, America kicked the door at least three times before going back to get the key he had found from Japan ((because no one trusts America with important things)).

The countries gathered together in front of the old door and tried the key. The door unlocked and creaked open, revealing a stone staircase leading into the house's basement. The countries looked down into the foul-smelling cellar and cringed at what they saw.

"That's… impossibre…"

"Bruder?"

"China…"

"Are they…?"

"Dead?"

((And that will be it for now, at least here on . Like I said, I don't update this one very often and this is the least edited and gramatically correct version. If you want to see what's new and you want the nicer version, go here: story/4712964/A-Secret-Hidden-in-Russias-Basement/1/ ))

((But you lucky ducks here on are going to get my first USUK lemon. I'm pretty sure both Quotev and FanFiction have rules against it, but FanFiction is at least more lenient about it(or at least no one actually checks the fics... :P Anyway, I'll be working on that soon!))