Minnesota's POV

I stared down at the phone in my hand, mentally going over the conversation I just had with Delaware. "Call the cheese head and calm down South," I mumbled, "easier said than done." I glanced over at the quietly crying state to my left. South was sitting on the couch, curled up. It looked like he was trying to become part of it or just disappear.

I sighed, before turning my attention back to my phone, and calling Wisconsin. Wisconsin was like the unofficial leader for all the midwest states. After two rings he picked up.

"Minnesota."

"Hello, Wisconsin."

"This must be important, considering that you aren't calling me that stupid nickname. What's happened?"

"Just come to the Midwest state house as fast as possible."

"I'll be there in a little bit, I expect an explanation when I get there."

"You'll get one," I answered, glaring out the window, not really looking at anything. The sound of the call ending reached my ears causing me to lower the phone from my ear and put it in my pocket. Then I focused my attention on the silent state on the couch. I sat down, gently pulled him into a hug. "Hey, shhhh... It's ok, South, we'll get him back." Especially since we... No, there wasn't anything we could have done.

"Y-you promise?" South whispered.

"I promise," I answered, not letting my voice show how worried and scared I really was.

Suddenly the burst open, and 13 states and 8 countries entered. Quickly, I let go of South, having no intention of letting the other states see me hugging anyone. A few seconds later the cheesehead entered as well.

"What's going on? Why is South so upset? And where's North? The two are practically attacked at the hip, so it doesn't make any sense that they're not together..." Slowly he stopped talking noticing how South's expression continued to get more and more depressed with each question.

"Alfred is missing and so it seems is North Dakota," Delaware informed him, taking charge.

Cheesy stared at him, mouth hanging open, "What?"

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America's POV

I kept still, trying not to aggravate my injuries, which weren't healing like they were supposed to. That meant the people who had done this weren't just human, they were a country, but which ones, I didn't know.

I slowly raised my head as a voice and some footsteps approached. By now, I could make out what the voices were saying.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKERS!"

Is... that?

"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! I SAID PUT ME DOWN!"

Please... Please don't be who I think it is.

"I'LL KILL YOU, BASTARDS!"

I could now see them (barely, it's fucking dark in here, dude, and I don't know where my glasses are), the silhouettes of three people. They entered the big room, pulling over the cursing and struggling state. The state, North Dakota if the voice and cursing was anything to go by, was put across from me, on the other side of the room. The two that had brought him in quickly left, obviously not liking the job they had just did. Hopefully one of them had at least a big bruise on a leg or something.

I turned my attention back to the state, doing my best to see how hurt he was. "Who else is in here with me?" he asked, trying cover up the fear in his voice with anger.

I answered back with a question of my own, "Are you hurt?"

"Alfred? N-no, I'm not, but why are you here? What do they want with us? Who are they? Where are we?" he started to shot rapid fire questions at me, and I could tell he was starting to panic.

"Calm down, I'm not sure why we're here, what they want with us, who they are, but we are somewhere in the midwest," I answered as best as I could, doing my best to try and act calm, hoping that it will help North. (A/N At this point, I randomly decided to check the word count, and it just happened to be ^^^, I'll let you figure out what number that is on your own, HEY, Pub and Go! Just started, excuse me)

Now that I had stopped talking I could hear the footsteps, steadily getting louder. I stared at the entrance to the room, waiting for the bastards to enter. And they did. One of them, the one I think is the leader, wasted no time and almost instantly threw a knife at me, hitting me square in the shoulder. I grit my teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream. They were now talking amongst themselves, sometimes motioning to me or North.

Finally, they split up, some moving to random spots in the room, while two headed towards me and one to North. As the two continued to get closer, I could see light flash off of one pair of eyes.

Violet.

They were violet. My mind instantly started thinking of nations with violet eyes, Russia, Canada... No one else came to mind.

Russia could be part of this, but our relationship had been getting better, and I really don't think this is his style.

Canada, I know Mattie and I's relationship has been... rocky at times, but is it really so bad that he'd be apart of this? I really hope not.

North Dakota's POV (A/N: We're really moving this chapter. I wonder what's going to happen? Oh, wait, I'm the author, I already know. And you'll just have to read to find out)

I watched as Alfred was mercilessly hurt, not paying attention to the person standing a little ways away from me. Then, I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. I flinched, startled by the sudden contact. "Who are you?" I snapped at the person.

"That doesn't concern you," was his answer. "Just be sure to watch, and nothing will happen to you..." He left the threat hanging in the air.

And because I'm an American, I quickly moved my gaze to the floor. I wasn't going to follow some fucking bastard that thinks he's better than me! But, I almost instantly paid the price. A sword suddenly was shoved into my back. I could feel it piercing my left lung, and going completely through my body. For a moment, I just sat there, too shocked to make more than a surprised gasp. "This is what happens when you disobey, got it?" he hissed into my ear, slowly twisting the sword.

Before I could answer, there was a call from one of the other capturers, and I could hear the man next to me curse under his breath. Instead of just removing the sword the way it had originally entered, he pulled it out by moving it sideways through part of my lung and the rib cage. At one point the sword got caught on a rib, and he just continued to pull until the bone snapped and the sword was removed. I screamed, the pain and blood loss causing my vision to blur and my mind to become foggy. I could just barely make out the sounds of the man's footsteps leaving.

"NORTH! NORTH, WHAT'S WRONG? ANSWER ME! PLEASE!" Alfred's voice was fading out, what was he saying? Why can't I hear him? Then, my world plunged into darkness.

...

I shot up, my head snapping to look in every direction. I was sitting in a grassy field, under the one tree that could be seen. A few feet away from me was South, a look of sorrow and guilt on his face. "South...? Where are we?"

"I'm sorry for h-"

He was cut off by a black mass suddenly appearing behind him. And then the thing and South were moving away from me. I quickly staggered to my feet, trying to catch them. "WAIT! SOUTH COME BACK!" I shouted, moving forward in the direction South had disappeared. I didn't make it very far before someone or something grabbed my hand. Instantly, I panicked, trying my hardest to escape the person's hold. "LET GO! I NEED TO GET TO SOUTH!"

"North, stop! This isn't real, South is fine! This is a dream!" At the sound of Alfred's voice, I calmed down and stopped struggling, instead settling for a hug from the country I'm part of. I didn't care that I was crying, all that mattered now was that I was as close to Alfred as I could be. "Shhh... It's ok, we'll make it out of this fine..."

"Why?" I whimpered.

"I don't know..." he whispered, tightening his hold on me, as if saying he wasn't going to let anyone hurt me.

"I don't know..." 

A/N: I'M FUCKING TIRED AND I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! A FUCKING WILD CHAPTER APPEARED. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO? A. READ. B. COMMENT. C. VOTE. D. FUCKING SLEEP. E. RUN AWAY. 

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT I'M GOING TO FUCKING SLEEP. G'NIGHT.