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France wakes up alone. Head pounding, he slowly climbs to his feet, the previous event slowly filtering back to him. What…what happened? We were looking for England and…
England.
All of Francis' senses suddenly snap back into place, setting his mind on overdrive. Not only England, but everyone else had disappeared from the room, leaving France to his own worries. England, no, although England was probably at special risk, especially to his other half, but the state of Hungary worried him the most. France didn't like the way 2p America was looking at her. Sure, Hungary was tough, but she had never dealt with a 2p before.
Ever since he was a child, the 2p's, especially England and America, bothered him constantly, and not in the friendly way. France and England were well aware of them, and as some of the oldest countries in Europe (and obviously America and Canada knew), they kept the whole 2p thing under wraps. But this…they had never outright kidnapped anyone before.
However, France could not worry about their motives. He had to find the others and get out of here as quickly as possible. Francis ran for the door.
Locked, Obviously.
"Merde!" Francis swore under his breath. There had to be some way to get out of the room! He observed the room carefully. It was all but empty, concrete with a swinging light bulb from the celling. But then something caught his eye.
"A vent," France whispered. It was low enough to the ground that France could access it, and it seemed ancient. Perfect. It would probably break right off. Francis walked up to the vent, silently praying that it would open easily.
Well apparently god was on his side today. Francis threw down the vent cover and peered in. The dark, dusty passage looked like it had never seen the light of day, but…he had to find England.
"I'm coming," France whispered as he climbed into the vent.
***********
Prussia's vision slowly blurred back into focus. He tried to move but he was bound to a chair. The albino's memories came rushing back.Trying to stay calm, he needed to taking in his surroundings, looking around all he saw was in a dark small room with no windows. He guessed it was a basement. Suddenly Gilbert heard a small groan come from behind him.
Straining his neck, he could barely see where the groan came from. It was Hungary. She was also tied to a chair behind Prussia's back.
"Elisabetta?" Prussia horsely spoke.
"G-gil? Is…is that you?" There was a foggy tone in her voice. "OH CRAP!" Her voice laced with panic
Fear swam throughout his veins creating the most awful mental images in his head. Are they back?!? Where they hurting her?!?
"WHAT?" He screamed, "Whats wrong?!?!" Prussia would murder them if they harmed even one pice of hair on his Elisabetta's head. "Lizz! Answer me! What's wrong!!"
Hungary craned her neck to get a view of the albino man. Prussia could see the color had drained from her face. Panic painted her forest green irises as they darted back and forth. His eyes then a table…his eyes then a table…and again and again.
Prussia looked at the table and his eyes widened. On the splintery surface was assorted pile of knives. All different shapes, sizes, and colors. Each knife is different in its own sick and twisted way.
There was a long sliver knife that was curved like a hook at the end, a big butcher knife, a black throwing knife, a small razor, and…and are those rainbow colored knives? The first one didn't even look like a knife, it was like a flat disk with a button in the center. The other rainbow knife was a butterfly knife.
"Gilbert, we need to get out of here" the Hungarian spoke with a new attitude. Hungary was strong, even though she is a girl doesn't mean she needs to acted like one. Now was defiantly not the time to be scared. They had to think of a plan and escape.
Prussia sighed, how the hell were they going to get out of this one? They where trapped. "I know Lizz…but how?"They both sat there in silence. Both war time minds set into overdrive.
Five minutes passed, nothing
Ten.
Seventeen.
Twenty-three. Still nothing
Elisabetta finally spoke and rupturing the silence. "I can't take this! maybe…if I," Gilbert heard her moving the chair back and forth, "just…ah a little….more." she said. The nose grew longer until there was a loud bang. Gilbert looked behind him and saw she had teetered back and forth so much she knock her and her chair over.
"Really Hungary? What did you think that would do? stupid" He said in a somewhat jokingly tone.
"I don't know…God I would do anything to have my frying pan right now." She huffed.
"Anything? I wouldn't say you would do it for anything in your condition. My dear." A english voice spoke.
England.
All of Francis' senses suddenly snap back into place, setting his mind on overdrive. Not only England, but everyone else had disappeared from the room, leaving France to his own worries. England, no, although England was probably at special risk, especially to his other half, but the state of Hungary worried him the most. France didn't like the way 2p America was looking at her. Sure, Hungary was tough, but she had never dealt with a 2p before.
Ever since he was a child, the 2p's, especially England and America, bothered him constantly, and not in the friendly way. France and England were well aware of them, and as some of the oldest countries in Europe (and obviously America and Canada knew), they kept the whole 2p thing under wraps. But this…they had never outright kidnapped anyone before.
However, France could not worry about their motives. He had to find the others and get out of here as quickly as possible. Francis ran for the door.
Locked, Obviously.
"Merde!" Francis swore under his breath. There had to be some way to get out of the room! He observed the room carefully. It was all but empty, concrete with a swinging light bulb from the celling. But then something caught his eye.
"A vent," France whispered. It was low enough to the ground that France could access it, and it seemed ancient. Perfect. It would probably break right off. Francis walked up to the vent, silently praying that it would open easily.
Well apparently god was on his side today. Francis threw down the vent cover and peered in. The dark, dusty passage looked like it had never seen the light of day, but…he had to find England.
"I'm coming," France whispered as he climbed into the vent.
***********
Prussia's vision slowly blurred back into focus. He tried to move but he was bound to a chair. The albino's memories came rushing back.Trying to stay calm, he needed to taking in his surroundings, looking around all he saw was in a dark small room with no windows. He guessed it was a basement. Suddenly Gilbert heard a small groan come from behind him.
Straining his neck, he could barely see where the groan came from. It was Hungary. She was also tied to a chair behind Prussia's back.
"Elisabetta?" Prussia horsely spoke.
"G-gil? Is…is that you?" There was a foggy tone in her voice. "OH CRAP!" Her voice laced with panic
Fear swam throughout his veins creating the most awful mental images in his head. Are they back?!? Where they hurting her?!?
"WHAT?" He screamed, "Whats wrong?!?!" Prussia would murder them if they harmed even one pice of hair on his Elisabetta's head. "Lizz! Answer me! What's wrong!!"
Hungary craned her neck to get a view of the albino man. Prussia could see the color had drained from her face. Panic painted her forest green irises as they darted back and forth. His eyes then a table…his eyes then a table…and again and again.
Prussia looked at the table and his eyes widened. On the splintery surface was assorted pile of knives. All different shapes, sizes, and colors. Each knife is different in its own sick and twisted way.
There was a long sliver knife that was curved like a hook at the end, a big butcher knife, a black throwing knife, a small razor, and…and are those rainbow colored knives? The first one didn't even look like a knife, it was like a flat disk with a button in the center. The other rainbow knife was a butterfly knife.
"Gilbert, we need to get out of here" the Hungarian spoke with a new attitude. Hungary was strong, even though she is a girl doesn't mean she needs to acted like one. Now was defiantly not the time to be scared. They had to think of a plan and escape.
Prussia sighed, how the hell were they going to get out of this one? They where trapped. "I know Lizz…but how?"They both sat there in silence. Both war time minds set into overdrive.
Five minutes passed, nothing
Ten.
Seventeen.
Twenty-three. Still nothing
Elisabetta finally spoke and rupturing the silence. "I can't take this! maybe…if I," Gilbert heard her moving the chair back and forth, "just…ah a little….more." she said. The nose grew longer until there was a loud bang. Gilbert looked behind him and saw she had teetered back and forth so much she knock her and her chair over.
"Really Hungary? What did you think that would do? stupid" He said in a somewhat jokingly tone.
"I don't know…God I would do anything to have my frying pan right now." She huffed.
"Anything? I wouldn't say you would do it for anything in your condition. My dear." A english voice spoke.
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OH MY! I Finally finished chapter 3!!!! I am so SO sorry for the delay. Really i am. This summer has been a challenge, My dad and i just moved into a new house and we are still unpacking -_- and now that nutmeg is at camp which sucks. But I am trying my hardest to update. I will try harder for less delay.
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