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Everything was spinning, his vision was getting blurry and his head was throbbing to the beat of his heart pounding loudly in his ears. He was so confused, what was going on? "America!" Was that Denmark? What was he doing here? The America shook his head, trying to clear his fuzzy mind but of course it had little effect. "D-Denmrk?" His body hurt, it felt like his insides were on fire. Dropping to his knees, America let out everything his stomach could hold, his throat burned and his eyes watered. He felt horrible and he didn't know why.

"A-America! What the hell, are you okay?!" Denmark could feel the fear eating at his soul as he watched the younger nation retch on the floor. What could he do? For once in his whole entire life, he didn't know what to say. "Oh come on Mathias, does he look okay to you?" Denmark shivered at the words, the once soft and warm voice was now cold as ice. "Why? Why did you do that? YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!"

"Am I? Am I really?" Denmark gritted his teeth, glaring at the perpetrator in front of him "What did you put in him? Don't fuck with me-""calm down, he'll be fine in a few hours, honestly he wasn't even supposed to do that." Denmark looked at the perpetrator then at America, why did these things always happen to him? "Look Belgium, whatever that bastard said to you, just ignore it, we can help you. You just need to set the gun down and help me move America into another room." The laugh that came out of her mouth made him cringe, the nation standing in front of him was not the Belgium he knew.

"What can you possibly do? Everything is gone and we can never get it back, we just have to face the facts." Denmark shook his head, not being able to believe anything the Belgian was telling him. "No…no you're wrong-""Just face it Mathias, we are going to lose everything we have ever lived for, so there's no point in fighting it, are whole lives will be go-""BELLA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Both heads swivelled to the side catching the surprised looks of the Italian brothers, England and Prussia. "Romano? So I see you sided with them instead of Russia, that's a really big mistake Roma-chan." Romano's eyes grew cold, his lips formed into a snarl "don't call me that." Belgium tilted her head to the side in an almost innocent way, her lips formed in a small smile but her eyes were blank and cold.

"America are you alright?" England cried out once he got out of his shock. America, who was heaving on the floor slightly turned his head, his eyes slightly dazed. "Iggy, I don't feel so good…" England stepped forward reaching out to the younger nations only to stop in his tracks when Belgium held her gun up. "I'm sorry England but Russia has requested for him and he always gets what he wants. "You are not taking America-"'and how are you going to stop me, hmm? Last time I checked, America wasn't your colony anymore and even if he still was, I would still have to take him."

"Why are you doing this Bella?" Italy asked, his eyes already filled to the brim with tear. "Oh Ita-chan you wouldn't understand, it's a grown up thing but if you really want to know, it's just because I have too." Romano clutched his fist, his eyes also filled with tears that refused to fall "You don't have to! We can help you! If you just-"

"NO ROMANO YOU CAN'T HELP ME NOT ANYMORE!"

"WHY THE HELL NOT!"

"IT'S BECAUSE THEY HAVE MY BROTHER!"

/.-.\\

Norway sat on the ground his back inclined on the door, he could hear everything that was going on outside and was silently freaking out. What the hell was he supposed to do? He couldn't just get up and leave the room, he was guaranteed that the whole situation would get worse if he left the room. Plus he couldn't just leave Finland alone in here, Sweden (where ever he is) was sure to kill him if anything happened to the smaller Nordic. Poor Finland had cried himself to sleep and was currently shaking in a corner tears still dripping down his face.

Norway gave Finland a sad glance, he really wanted to comfort him but he had to help others first. The main question was how the hell he could do anything without getting someone shot? Then it came to him, he could use a spell, and magic always saved the day…sometimes.

But what spell could he use?

With a sigh, the Norwegian closed his eyes and focused his energy. Mumbling a spell underneath his breath, Norway opened his eyes and prayed that the spell had worked. At this time, pulling an England would not be a good thing, so this spell needed to work or else everyone out there was screwed.

/.-.\\

Prussia eyes Belgium, not having said anything since the whole ordeal started. What happened to Netherlands that it had got Belgium into this mess? "What about your brother?" Prussia asked, making the Belgian jump a little, Prussia internally smirked at that but kept his face blank. Belgium took in a deep breath, glancing at everyone with a small amount of uncertainty in her eyes. "Russia took my brother and is torturing him as we speak, if I don't do what he commands then…" Belgium visibly gulped, she couldn't say it, it made her sick just thinking about it let alone talking about it. Prussia rotated his hand in a 'continue' gesture, slightly urging her to continue. "I-if I don't do his bidding then…Russia will kill him."

The room went silent, a heavy atmosphere surrounding them. "This is why I have to do this! This is why-"Belgium passed out, the nations looked at her with surprise not expecting her to collapse like that. "I-Is she?..." Italy stopped not even daring to finish his sentence, England walked over to her, crouching down he placed his fingers on her neck; the Brit sighed in relief when he felt her pulse. "No, she's still alive." The nations sighed in relief still slightly puzzled on why she passed out like that.

In the middle of their pondering, a door to one of the many rooms swung open, Norway tumbling out and onto the floor. With a groan, the Norwegian glanced up at the Nations with a blank expression "did it work?" Denmark gave him a curious look "did what work?" Norway rolled his eyes "the spell, I casted a spell on her, did it work?" England beamed at Norway and gave him a thumbs up "Yep, it worked like a charm. Nice work on the sleeping spell, it knocked her out good. Norway blinked owlishly "riiiight, a sleeping spell…that's what I meant to do." Prussia just shook his head, not caring about this whole magic thing "let's just get America to the infirmary and find some place to put Belgium, we can talk later." The nations agreed and set off to work, none of them aware of the other dark presence watching them.

/.-.\\

Belarus watched everything in the shadows, slightly surprised when she saw Belgium there. What the hell did she think she was doing? Was she trying to jeopardise the mission? And to make things worse, she gets herself captured! Belarus was more than slightly annoyed but didn't let her anger consume her. There was still a chance to get America, she just needed to strike at the right moment, and the losers wouldn't even know what hit them.

A/N: Here's a new chapter! I already got some of the next chapter in mind so it shouldn't take as long for an update. I hope you liked this one and I always like reading your reviews, so that would be nice but until the next chapter…

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