(A/N: Where were we? Oh yes!)

The roof exploded somewhere near Ivan, sending many chunks of the roof falling. With a crash, smoke was everywhere and soon many people in black clothes were sliding down ropes into the hole in the roof. These, however, were not just any people. These people were known as the Heroes. One of the figures slapped Ivan on the back, in a brotherly fashion. "Not bad for a Commie!" A vein in Ivan's head throbbed. The figure that slapped Ivan on the back took off his mask, revealing the leader of the Heroes. It was, you guessed it, Alfred.

"Alright dudes! Time to divide and conquer! We've rescued Gil before from here and we can do it again!"
"But Alfred-san," muttered Kiku, "there's only eight of us. We don't have a army to back us up if we get surrounded." Alfred laughed and replied with a grin. "Kiku, you worry too much. Anyways, code names, people!"

Kiku, Mochi, sighed. Many others began to take off their masks, revealing Arthur (Sweet Tea), Ludwig (Cake-meister), Francis (Rose amour), Lovino (Bastard-Tomato) and Antonio (Fun in the Sun). "Heroes assemble!" Alfred cried.

"Oh for Lord's sake, Alfred-"
"That's Alpha Dog to you, eyebrows!"
"It's Sweet Tea...anyways, we aren't the Avengers..."
"Whatever! Anyways, I suggest we split into groups of two. If in an event of capture, just shout freedom and another group will come and help you."

Alfred then launched into a very complicated plan of action. Eventually, the group split into groups of two, Antonio and Lovino, Francis and Arthur, Ludwig and Kiku, and finally Ivan and Alfred.

"Alright big guy, you'll back me up."
"As always, Alfred ^J^," the Russian replied.

The other groups began to make their way down the long hallway, (to secure an exit) while Ivan was working on the cell lock. There was a click and the door swung open, revealing a limp Gilbert. Alfred rushed over to his side and undid his shackles.

"Ivan, I could use your help getting him out of here. Can you get him to the chopper?"
"Da! It would be my pleasure."
"Thanks, commie."
"It's Snowy..."

Ivan carried Gilbert out of the room and towards the exit when a loud burst of laughter erupted from the end of the hall. "So Alfred F Jones, we meet again. I've been expecting you." (A/N: Cliché, cliché. I apologize) There, at the end, was Joseph Stalin, the man of horror himself. Alfred felt a quick flash of fear, only to be replaced with something much more; the burning rage of revenge. Alfred ran towards Stalin and lunged. Stalin's men fired.

A/N

OMG. This has been so long. But no, this story is not dead! For a while, I lost all motivation to use and worked in DeviantART for a little while without much success. Then, I watched this YouTube video and it inspired me to come back to the light side. My followers and friends, I am back! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews, favs, and follows are welcome and appreciated. Peace out!