Russia didn't like the idea of being kidnapped in his house, but he didn't like it when the people who took him locked him up in a straitjacket with chains wrapped around him. He didn't like the fact that some sort of look-a-like came in from time to time to mock him. Nor did he like that an America look-a-like came in as well. There was China look-a-like too and quite a bit of others. All of them coming in really made him feel...mad. Simply...mad.
He longed to be back home, even though it was cold and snowy and not warm and filled with sunflowers like he preferred. Heck, he even missed Belarus.
That was why when Korea had taken the straitjacket off of him and broke away some of the chains, Russia took that opportunity to escape the hideout. It felt good being back, really, really good. In fact, when he finally got free of those pesky chains, he spent a few hours recovering and thinking things through. The doppelgangers rarely bothered him after a week for some reason, a reason he didn't know and had no interest in finding out; they left him alone and he was content with that. That also meant that if he broke out, they wouldn't know until the next time they checked up on him.
For some reason, they only bothered to feed him once every few days; either they didn't want him to regain strength or they were forgetful, but he highly doubted that they were.
So when he broke down the back wall of his cell (who would go through the front anyway?), he planned to find an exit and return to his country so that he could gather up his army and do something to make those strange look-a-likes pay. But of course, he thought that it would be nicer if he rested at home for a day first before making plans. It was a lot nicer if he could get a day off from coming back from such an irritating situation.
However, the back wall of the cell only led to dirt. A huge wall of brown, moist, dirt. Realizing that he was underground, he made haste to the cell doors; the impersonators surely would have heard the wall breaking. And so he broke the first wall within ten seconds. To his disappointment, there was another door. He heard footsteps above his cell accompanied by concerned voices. He wouldn't have much time left. He broke the second door and growled furiously at the third door.
The voices had gotten louder. There was barely anytime left before they would get to him; he knew that the look-a-likes had inhuman speed. Both his knuckles were red and swollen already; he felt like that they were close to bleeding. Giving the third door a glare, he slammed his right fist into the metal once...twice...three times' the charm; the steel gave in to his strength and he bent back the metal quickly to get out.
Almost immediately he was greeted by Japan's look-a-like. The Japan look-a-like had gritted his teeth when Russia spotted him and drew his katana. Unlike the real Japan, the look-a-like's blade was pure black. It gleamed dangerously and Russia even felt somewhat uneasy. Japan's look-a-like lunged and if Russia had blinked he would have been sliced into pieces. Luckily he didn't blink and avoided the attack in time. The katana was a hair's breadth from hitting Russia; the blade only sliced through the front of his scarf, the one thing that the look-a-likes allowed him to have. And now it slid off his neck and onto the ground.
Within a few minutes he had made Japan's look-a-like retreat to find a better location to fight; Russia followed him to the stairways where impersonators of China and Belarus were yelling at each other, the floor soaked with blood but neither one of them injured. Japan's look-a-like had scolded them briefly, but then turned around to face Russia. "This location is suited better to my advantage." he murmured, holding his blade out so that the tip pointed to the ceiling six floors up.
Russia couldn't hold in his anger anymore; this Japan look-a-like destroyed his beloved scarf, the scarf Ukraine gave him so long ago.
Kol, kol, kol, kol, kol...
Russia wanted to make sure that the already bloody floor will receive another serving of blood; he didn't care how the blood around the landing got there in the first place but he wanted to make sure that that blood dousing was the appetizer and that the main course was still to come...
Korea, Japan, and Denmark held their breath as Dark Japan held out his dark blade to Russia. Nothing happened; Korea assumed that they were watching each other, seeing who was to move first.
"Pssst!"
Korea glanced up from the rails and spotted America on the other side of the rails, peering around a corner. Korea mouthed America's name and beckoned for him to come to them. America hesitated for a few seconds but he tip toed towards them, glancing down at the stand off. "You're actually here, bro." America said weakly.
"What do you mean 'actually', da-ze?" Korea asked. "You make it sound like I wouldn't be back, da-ze."
America grimaced as he lightly groped the top of his head. "It was a long three days."
Japan frowned when he saw the crust of dry blood clinging to America's dirty blonde hair. "Are you okay, America?"
"I could be worse, believe me." America groaned.
For some odd reason, Korea suddenly had a feeling he was forgetting something. He thought back to Hungary and Liechtenstein, wondering if they were free. "I'm going to go check up on Hungary and see if she escaped. I'll be back, da-ze."
Denmark smiled at Korea. "Just don't get into trouble, okay?"
Korea grinned at Denmark. "Have I ever gotten into trouble, da-ze?"
Denmark and America stifled a smirk and Japan raised an eyebrow at Korea.
"Ahaha...okay, forget that question, da-ze." Korea smiled. And then he slipped away, going to go find another set of stairs that would lead him down to the cells. He knew there were two sets of staircases and one of them was out of the question. He wasn't exactly sure where the second pair was at but that was what exploring was for.
And luckily, he found them them soon without running into any doppelganger. But that didn't mean that there was any danger left.
Korea cautiously descended the steps, peering over the rails whenever he made a noise that echoed. It only made his heart beat faster but his senses heightened.
Or so he thought.
When he got to the bottom of the hideout and stepped into the hallway where all the cells were at, he marveled at the damage there. Did Russia make a hole in the middle of one of those mega ultra cells? That was impressive. Korea noticed a ripped up scarf at the foot of Russia's cell and let out a low whistle. "So that's why, da-ze." He froze when he realized that his whistle and remark might have traveled to someone's ear, and that someone would most likely not be on his side.
Glancing around, he saw no one and there didn't seem to be anything around. Relieved, he bent down to pick up the remains of Russia's scarf. He ran a finger over the frayed edges and thought that maybe China could patch it up for Russia. And then he remembered their rocky relationship and thought meekly that perhaps someone else could...he heard Ukraine gave the scarf to Russia and he concluded that he should go to Ukraine after the whole mess and get her to fix it for Russia. Perhaps that way he wouldn't be a target for Russia whenever Russia picks at someone to 'become with Mother Russia...da'.
Korea's blood chilled when he heard the sound of a gun hammer click. And then he held his breath when another click came.
"Hmph, turn around already." a voice said calmly. Those words were the exact words Korea heard when he had first entered a room with Dark Japan, Dark Hong Kong, and Dark Vietnam. There was no doubt that those words were from one of them.
Korea calmly turned his head around and stared back into the serious, aloof red eyes of Dark Vietnam. She was the only one there but Korea still felt like he was outnumbered in an odd way. She pointed both her guns at him, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"You know..." she said quietly. She flexed her finger and Korea flinched but she only laughed harshly and relaxed her trigger fingers. Eyes gleaming hungrily, she continued. "We knew all along. The moment you walked in was the moment you were doomed."
"You knew, da-ze?"
"It was obvious." she murmured. "We never intended you to kill Liechtenstein. We made that up. You ended up doing exactly what we wanted you to do..."
Korea glared at Dark Vietnam. "And that was what, da-ze?" he snapped icily.
Dark Vietnam flexed her trigger fingers again, making Korea tense. "Leak false information."
"What false information, da-ze?" Korea demanded.
Dark Vietnam grinned. "Do you honestly think we are interested in taking over your headquarters? There is no benefit for us there, and if so then they aren't worth the energy."
Korea scoffed. "Then what will they do if I give them that information, da-ze? How will leaking false information benefit you, da-ze?" But deep down he had a hunch that information like that could be disastrous.
Dark Vietnam eyed Korea for a while as if she was wondering whether it was worth it to tell him. "If one learns he is going to be invaded, what do they do?" she asked. "Prepare. They'll do so much preparing that it becomes their first priority. That lifts restrictions on us, you know..."
Korea was silent. Dark Vietnam laughed. "Oh how I love that expression of yours...you're trying to keep a straight face but I know better...I know that behind that mask is fear. I can see it." Her eyes flickered past Korea and she lowered her guns and said coolly, "I believe you'll take care of him for me, South Korea's hatred."
Korea whipped his head around and found himself being held a gunpoint again, but not by Dark Vietnam, but instead his own doppelganger. Dark Korea.
Dark Korea regarded Korea with slight interest. "So you're the one who's going to blow this place up, da-ze." Dark Korea said smoothly.
How do they know? Korea stared at his doppelganger.
Dark Korea and Dark Vietnam exchanged knowing looks. "You noticed that you don't have your old tracker, right?" Dark Vietnam mused. "But did you ever stop and check to see if another was placed on you? With a microphone?"
Korea tightened his fists and narrowed his eyes in distaste. "You heard, didn't you...da-ze?"
"Every word," Dark Korea confirmed softly. "Don't worry. Your efforts will not go down in vain. Yes, this place will blow up, da-ze...but however, we will not."
Dark Vietnam stepped closer to Korea and Korea cringed as she placed her hands on both of his shoulders. "What's the matter? You wanted us to be in here when this place blows up? I apologize, but that can not happen. By the time your men swoops down to destroy this place we'll all be gone. And you will too." She dug her nails into his shoulders and Korea gritted his teeth. Her nails were sharp enough to make him bleed; he was surprised they didn't break.
"That's enough Vietnam's hatred." Dark Korea mused. "Come on. Let's get out of here, da-ze."
"Wait!" Hong Kong called after Belarus. "You shouldn't get too far ahead!"
"Well you shouldn't get too far behind!" she snapped over her shoulder. Belarus could feel Russia's presence somewhere, and it was close by. The sounds of fighting confirmed it.
Switzerland and Hong Kong ran after her, trying to keep their footsteps light and inaudible whereas Belarus thundered down the hall. "Forget this," Switzerland scowled. "She's already making a noise. Let's just sprint from here on."
Hong Kong looked concerned about that but he nodded and they both picked up speed. Joining Belarus, they turned a corner. To their surprise, Japan, Denmark, and America were right in front of them, cautiously peering over the railings of a staircase. There was no time to react to the fact they were sprinting at full speed towards the railings; Hong Kong and Switzerland slowed down enough not to slam into the railings but rather catch themselves lightly. Belarus on the other hand felt Russia's presence even stronger than before and continued on.
"What are you doing?" Switzerland hissed at her while the other countries rushed to him and Hong Kong.
Belarus pushed off of the ground and jumped over the railing and onto the stairs below. Everyone rushed to the side in alarm and hissed at her to get back but the damage was done. Belarus rushed down the stairs towards Russia, Dark China, Dark Belarus, and Dark Japan. Everyone watched as Dark Belarus glanced up at her original. Without a change in expression, Dark Belarus bounded up the stairs, knife out and ready. Belarus did the same and hopped up to the railing, balancing on the rails itself. Dark Belarus did the same and they glared at each other.
"What the hell does she think she's doing?" Denmark exclaimed.
"We must help her." Japan declared.
"Dude, I'd love to...but I feel...so dizzy now. Lightheaded..." America muttered, leaning his head on the rails.
Switzerland brought out his gun and made sure it was loaded. "Then stay here." he said curtly before descending the stairs.
Japan looked at America and then at Denmark, who followed Switzerland eagerly. "Hong Kong, could you-" he started to say.
Hong Kong waved Japan away, helping America sit down. "I know. Just, like, be careful." he said urgently.
America scoffed at himself. "Damn it, if only Dark Vietnam didn't hit my head so many damn times..."
"Language." Japan said in a warning tone before he joined the brawl.
Hong Kong sighed wearily at America, who was starting to black out. His wounds on his heads were starting to reopen again and Hong Kong didn't have any bandages or first aid kits on him. Hong Kong ripped off long strips of cloth from his long sleeve and used them as temporary bandages in hopes that the bleeding would stop; the bleeding was slight but the internal injury looked pretty bad.
Down below, Russia kept on bashing Dark Japan and Dark China around; they would become deformed one second with blood running down their cracked noses or split lips but then the next they'd heal immediately. Russia found it extremely frustrating that they seemed to have an endless amount of blood in them; the floor only got slippery with the red crimson blood and yet the look-a-likes weren't stained with their blood. The blood that used to be on them seemed to vanish like their wounds.
Dark Belarus had jumped up the stairs by rails just to get to Belarus. Switzerland positioned himself near Belarus and started to aim but Belarus growled at him, "This is my fight so leave!" And with that she jumped off the railing, diving towards her doppelganger, and they collided in mid air, crashing downwards. Switzerland, Denmark, and Japan caught a glimpse of a wave of blood spewing up into the air but they weren't sure who had hit whom.
Switzerland scowled and descended again, followed by Japan who drew his katana. Denmark was crafty and jumped over the rails to land on the stairs below, similar to how Dark Belarus jumped upwards. Swinging around his axe, Denmark laughed excitedly. "Come on! Who's going to try to bring this Dane down?"