Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia but you probably knew that...

Russia looked down at his prisoners a small smile plastered on his face, everything was coming to plan just like he thought it would! Now all the nations had to become one with him whether they liked it or not. Hungary (who was one of the unlucky prisoners) glared up at the Russian, hating the smile he had on his face. "Oi, communist! What the hell did you do to Sweden?!" Hungary yelled as she tried to move but couldn't since her wrists were bound to the wall above her head. Russia just smirked at her making the Hungarian even angrier. Hungary had been stuck down in this hellhole for weeks with barely anything to eat and only having the company of Sweden, Netherlands and Iceland.

Russia had apparently taken a liking to the Swedish man and had taken him up to his private chambers to do who knows what with him. Iceland, who was usually very stoic faced had been weeping the whole time and seeing the smaller nation cry like this made Netherland and Hungary a little uneasy. No matter how old the Icelandic was in nation years the boy was technically still a child in human years, so keeping him locked down here was just wrong and sick in so many ways.

"Oh you should all see the looks on your faces, very funny da?" The two elder nations glared at the Russian, both completely done with him. Russia just rolled his eyes at the two not really bothered by the glares he was getting, "I was just returning Sweden back to his place, no big deal." Walking into the small, cold, damp room, Russia dragged in Sweden. Three pairs of eyes widened once they set eyes on the Swede, instead of a strong, stoic, slightly scary nation, they saw a small, broken, blemished nation in his place. "Wh-what did you do to him?" Iceland asked his eyes not being able to look at anything else but Sweden.

Russia shrugged his shoulders and strapped Sweden's arms back above his head and onto the wall. "I just played with him until he broke." Hungary growled at him, struggling against her binds "he isn't some kind of toy damnit!" Russia grinned at Hungary then bent down in front her, lifting her chin up with his index finger. "He's not my toy, he's my friend and friends break for other friends don't they?" It was more a statement then a question so Hungary didn't answer. Russia scoffed then rose and left the room, his friends weren't being very entertaining. He couldn't wait until America arrived.

"Sweden? Sw- Berwald are you okay?" Iceland knew it was a stupid question but he needed the Swede to say something, anything! Moving as closely as he could Iceland tried to hold back the tears but failed miserably. Netherlands and Hungary watched as Iceland begged for Sweden to say something both of them feeling incredibly helpless.

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Romano stared out the window blankly.

Currently Germany, England and Prussia were interrogating Belgium and were getting nowhere. The Belgian was being incredibly stubborn and wasn't going to say anything. Glancing at his brother, Romano smiled as he watched the younger Italian baby Alfred into getting better. Veneziano had this look of determination on his face and he could tell that the American could see this too since he didn't fight back and just smiled and endured it all. Turning his stare onto Denmark the Italian frowned when he saw that same vacate look on the Nordic had on his face a few hours ago. Before Romano could say anything about it the infirmary doors busted open with an angry Prussian walking threw them.

"The bitch won't talk!" Prussia yelled stomping across the room to sit on the infirmary bed America was lying on. Romano glared at the Prussian, just because Belgium was trying to capture America and hand her over to Russia it did not give him the right to call her a bitch. "Bruder you being all prissy about it isn't going to help our situation." Germany answered as he walked in with a slightly agitated England at his side, Prussia just rolled his eyes at his brother than turned his attention to America.

"I can go talk to her."

Everyone stared at Romano with curious looks "look, it's either me or Spain and since the tomato bastard is off doing who knows what with the gun bastard it has to be me." Everyone but Italy looked confused and this made Romano slightly annoyed. "I am not explaining this right now so just let me go talk to Bella!" Romano yelled as he made his way to the room Belgium was being held in, the grumpy Italian just hoped that he would have a better a chance of getting through then the others did.

A/N: I thought this would have been up sooner but that sort of back fired, schools a pain… But hey look, here it is! I really like evil Russia, is that a bad thing? I just think he's really badass and stuff…