…..Oh, look at that! We're already to the next scene! It was very common for a lot of POW's to fake illnesses in order to be transferred to a health facility, where they made several escapes of the epic proportion. But they seldom ever remained free. While many of them were returned to their prisoners, some of them managed to escape back to their countries. Of course that's not going to happen to our dear friends Britain and France, but aren't they cute for trying?

"Here's our chance," said Britain, lying in a hospital bed. "We must be quick if we're to sneak out of here unnoticed.

France, who's bed was next to Britain's, sprang sat up, "Oui, let's hurry. I cannot take another second of zis nauseating hospital smell. And I refuse to go anywhere in this ridiculous hospital gown! There isn't even a lick of color in it! Oh, so bland!"

"How many times must I tell you to stop whining!" snarled Britain getting out of bed. "I don't like these gowns either but we have no time to change."

"Absolutely not," said France firmly shaking his head. "I am not walking out of here like this!"

"No, my dear France," said Britain with a shake of his finger. "One does not simply walk out an enemy controlled hospital."

France glared at him, "then how are we supposed to escape? By climbing out the window?"

"My thoughts exactly!"

"What? It was just a joke! I'm not scurrying out a window like a little chipmunk, you bastard!" shrieked France.

Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from outside their door. Both men immediately jumped back into their beds just as the door swung open. In bounced Italy followed by 2 young nurses.

"Hello Britain and Big Brother France! I came to visit you!" he happily proclaimed, extending a small bouquet forward. "I hope you get well soon, but not too soon. I still don't want you to hurt me."

"Awww, Italy. You really came to visit us? Such a sweet boy you are," said France lovingly. "You shouldn't have."

"You really shouldn't have," strained Britain, peeking out from under his blanket. "You'll get sick too. So, you should probably leave now."

"Oh, good morning to you both," said one of the nurses. "If you would, please sit up in your beds. We're ready for the procedure."

"Procedure? What procedure?" asked Britain, widening his eyes.

She pulled out a syringe the size of a yard stick and pointed it in their direction.

"Yes, we've been given strict orders by Mr. Germany to inject you both with a questionable drug," she explained. "Now, if you would just cooperate."

"Gah! Keep that thing away from me!" shrieked France, nearly hitting the ceiling.

Britain jumped back to his feet, "over my dead body! Don't you dare come any closer."

"Hmm, I thought you might react that way. Mr. Italy, please lock the door," said one of the nurses. "I'm going in!"

"Oh, okay!" he responded.

"No! Stay away she-devils!" barked Britain.

While the nurses pounce on Britain and France in an attempt to jab them with needles, let's check up on the rest of the Allied countries. I'm sure they're on their way to save their friends. Shall we?

"Whoooo! Disney on Ice is the best thing since fried rice!" proclaimed China as he rocked back in forth in his seat. "I want to come here all the time now!"

"Tinkerbell looks dead sexy in a mini skirt," said America. His eyes were glued to the young figure skater as she gracefully skated around the rink.

"Da, she reminds me of cute little dancing Russian figurine," said Russia sweetly as a purple light began to manifest from his body. "I wish to scoop her up and put her in tiny music box, so that I may watch her dance while listening to sweet music whenever I feel like it. It will soften the mood as I mediate on all the ways I'm going to crush both your countries to the ground while treading on all your hopes and dreams."

"I told you he was planning on killing us all!" whimpered China, clinging to his Hello Kitty.

But America shook it off, "Russia's just playing around with us. There's no way he'd become a dangerous threat, forced to play the villain in nearly every American movie for the next 50 years. Right Russia?"

Foresssssssssshadowwwwwwwww!

"Oh America, you're so funny," said Russia with a smile.

"Hey, shouldn't we go save Britain and France now? Who knows what could be happening to them now," said China.

"Eh, they're fine. They're in the hospital right now," America nonchalantly answered. "Germany sends me updates, like, every hour."

"Why?"

"I don't really now. He probably wants me to pay some type of ransom. Feh, like hell I'm tapping into my plane fund for those two losers!" he snorted.

China furrowed his brow, "I meant, why are they in hospital?"

"Huh, oh yeah! They ate Britain's scones,"

"Britain's scones!" shouted China. "Then maybe we should do something."

"We could…..or, we could sit here and watch the rest of the show," said America.

Some friends they are. They wouldn't even leave their show to save Britain and France. But don't worry, I'm sure they'll save them. I'm not sure when….but I'm sure they do. Anyway, back to our two leading men. Let's see how they're doing with those shots.

Britain tied a rope around the two gagged nurses as they squirmed to escape. He checked to make sure his knots were extra tight before pushing them both into the closet.

Didn't see that coming did you?

"Terribly sorry about this," he said, responding to their muffled protests. "But we must go now. We can't let you get in our way."

"Of course we don't need to leave just yet," said France with a gleam in his eye as he glanced at the young women. "We could stay for just a little bit, no?"

"No, you perverted bastard! We don't have time!" Britain fussed. "And besides, we still have other matters to deal with."

Britain and France glared over to the corner of the room where young Italy was cowering in fear.

"Ohonhonhonhon, how could I forget zat we still have other manners to deal with," said France.

"No! I can't believe you two were faking your illness the entire time! That means you could've hit me with a stick whenever you wanted," Italy shouted, frantically waving a white flag. "No, don't hurt me! I'm too young to die!"

"Grab him!" shouted France, leaping for Italy.

Britain also ran towards him. Italy, however, had no intention of being captured. Instead, he quickly evaded them both and jumped out the window. Britain and France raced toward, preparing to jump after him.

"Where did he go?!" wondered France, searching the grounds below. "We're only on ze 10th floor!"

"I don't know," said Britain. "Do you think he had time to alert any authorities?"

Suddenly, 20 troops came running up around the hospital. They immediately flashed a large spot light directly into the window.

"We have the building surrounded!" shouted a troop through a megaphone. "Come out with your hands up!"

France death glared Britain, "you just had to open your delinquent mouth, didn't you?"

"Can it, frenchy!" snapped Britain.

"Come out with your hands up!" the voice repeated over the megaphone.

"We still might be able to escape," said Britain, moving away from the window. "I hear some of these hospitals have underground tunnel systems. If we could just find one…."

"I'm not going anywhere in this gown!" said France, stripping himself of his hospital gown.

Britain's eyes widened with horror as he hurriedly looked away, "can you warn me next time you strip down to your birthday suit!"

"No need to be so prude," teased France, putting his uniform back on.

Britain grabbed his clothes and went in to a corner, "d-don't you dare look!"

"This is your last chance to surrender, Britain and France. Either you come out, or we come in," this time it was Germany's voice that they heard.

"Great, now that low life's here," scoffed France, once he was completely dressed. "You better be right about this underground escape system."

Britain, who quickly through his uniform on, darted out the room and the down the hall. France was close behind him. They ran through the halls scanning room after room for any secret passageways. Unfortunately, luck wasn't exactly on their sides. They continued to come up short in the efforts to escape.

"Hey, France? Do you smell something fishy?" asked Britain, after exiting the latest room.

"Ugh, my nostrils have already been abused by this putrid hospital smell. I cannot possibly smell anything more," pouted France.

Britain frowned, "asphalt, that's not what I meant! Isn't it strange that there are no other patients in this hospital? There don't seem to be any doctors or nurses either."

"Hmm, it would seem you are correct! They must've all evacuated as soon as Italy spread the word,"

"Great. The enemy is slowly narrowing in on us and we've had yet to discover a way out. What to do, what to do,"

"Surrender is the best option, Mr. Britain," said a soft voice coming from behind them.

Britain and France spun around and came face to face with Japan. His lifeless brown eyes held them in an intense gaze as he calmly stood at ease.

"J-Japan! Where the hell did you just come from?!" Britain blurted out, stepping away from the silent but deadly young man.

"If you surrender now, I promise to go easy on you," said Japan calmly.

"Awwww, Japan's so cute when he's threatening our lives like that," France cooed.

Britain whipped out his handy dandy cane, "You don't scare me one bit. I'll have you know that I was quite the rowdy one in my youth. You're dealing with a former pirate."

"And you have before you a former ninja," Japan answered, sizing up Britain. "I am not frightened by your strange Western ways."

Pirates vs ninjas FTW! F*ck yeah I went there! *le cough* who will win the age long battle? Will it be our bushy eye-browed pirate, who represents not only his country England but both Great Britain and the entire UK? Or will it be our mysterious friend from the East that rules over a total of 3000 islands?

"Feel the power of the British Empire, you spineless ninny!" shouted Britain, raging towards Japan with his cane out in front.

Japan leapt into the air to avoid the attack, "no thank-you. I'd rather not! Flying darts of furry!"

He rapidly began throwing a series of poisonous darts at the European pair.

"Incoming!" Britain warned, diving out of harm's way just in time.

"Hey, you watch where you're aiming those things!" France complained while angrily shaking his fist. "It's too bad China's not here with his wok and ladle."

"Your skills are sharp but they are no match for me," Britain deflected back some of the darts at Japan with his blade. "Rule Britannia!"

But Japan zoomed forward at lightning speed and slammed into Britain, knocking him into France. The two flew straight into the wall like a pair of rag dolls.

"Ow! My hip," Britain moaned, rubbing it gently.

"Do you wish to surrender now?" asked Japan, keeping his distance from them.

Britain jumped to his feet, "I'll surrender when I'm dead!"

"Yes, I second that," France agreed. "I'll surrender when he's dead."

The two of them went charging straight towards Japan.

"You've just activated my trap card," said Japan coolly.

"Wait, what? Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Britain as he and France fell through a hidden trap door in the floor.

"I think we just found the hidden tunellllllllllllllllllllllll l!" yelled France.

Sorry pirates, looks like the ninjas took that one. XD

At that moment, Germany came busting in with his army. Italy was closed behind, cowering all the way.

"Oh, it's just you Japan. Vhat happened here? Did you manage to find Britain and France?" he asked.

"I did, but they're on their way back to prison now. There is no need to worry anymore, Mr. Germany and Mr. Italy," Japan replied.

"You mean, they're gone? Oh goody! I was worried they were going to try to hurt me again!" sang Italy with joy.

Moments later, Britain and France wounded up right back where they started from. At least they found the tunnel they were looking for. It just didn't take to where they expected. And, was more of a trap door/ side thing instead of an actual tunnel. Wow, it really sucks to be them right now, doesn't it? Oh, Britain and France. Don't worry, you'll get out eventually!

"Damn this place! Why must we be cursed to this confinement every single time!" snapped Britain, pacing the cell floor.

"We wouldn't even be here if you hadn't been stupid enough to set of Japan's trap," France scolded.

"Me? You're just at fault too!"

But France shook his head, "ze trap was obviously triggered when you stepped on button in the tile."

"And what makes you think I was the one that stepped on it? It could have been you?" Britain fumed.

"It is simple really. You're feet are much larger and heavier than mine. My delicate feet could not have possibly triggered the button. You're clown feet, on the other hand, could definitely have done some damage,"

Britain went into a blind rage and flung himself at France, "that's it! I've had it with you!"

While those two are duking it out, I think I'll close up this chapter. So once again we're left with another failed escape attempt. You'd think they'd give up by now but they won't! Oh, Britain and France. Don't worry, you'll get outta there eventually…just not today!