WTF guys. How did you hold on for so long? I am so freakin sorry... I just now realized that you all have been waiting so long for this update. I just went through some stuffs and now I will update because I can't let my personal things get in the way of typing ^J^… (Looks back at whole story to find out what to type) Jeez, there were so many 'XD's in the author notes… I'll try to update this and the other Hetalia story soon. I promise!
3rd Person POV:
Something inside his obscure, tortured mind shattered. His eyes turned into a cloudy blue, and lost their signature star-shaped sparkle. His voice faded out until there was no sound, only slight whimpers as his thoughts crawled deeper into the darkness.
"I think I broke it."
"No shit. The boss is going to murder us."
A heart-wrenching scream found itself in the secluded room, echoing against the bloodied, steel walls, causing the others in the room to jump in surprise.
"What the hell… I thought I broke it…"
"Well, I really don't care so let's go to the other one."
"Fine, but I call dibs on the sandpaper!"
The rusted metal door creaked open as the figures left the torture chamber, not looking back at their capture, instead laughing, laughing at the bliss they were going to experience shortly. However, as the door was about to slam shut, a pain-filled voice sounded out loudly through the building.
"Don't you dare give up you mother fucker! You have fucking family and friends waiting for you! Don't you fucking die on me Alfred-" The voice was cut off with the screeching of the door as it slammed into place, leaving the other to wonder who 'Alfred' was and why he felt recognition at the name.
Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Do I deserve this?
Where is my family?
Why do I want to cry when I think of them?
Why do I want to die?
When will I leave this place?
How will I survive?
"Who am I?" The tortured soul's raspy voice, barely a whisper, asked himself again.
"Please… Save me… Someone… Arthur… Mattie… Francis…"
"BLOODY HELL! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE WE? WHY DO I NEED TO SNEEZE DO BADLY?" England shouted into the star-filled sky as he stumbled out of the portal that got him there, sneezing as he landed on the moss-filled clearing surrounded by trees and shrubbery.
"England… Calm down…" A soft voice emerged from the portal as another member of the 'Save America' team exited the swirling light, revealing features similar to that of America, only England knew better than to think that the former super-power was anything near alright.
"HOW CAN I JUST CALM DOWN-"
"England. Keep a level head. Or at least pretend to. We all can't deal with this, but we can at least try to appear calm." France stepped out of the threshold, carrying weaponry, in case there was any difficulties at the area they were heading too.
"Your right. For once at least." England stood, dusting off the dried mud off of his new change of clothing, before punching France in the face, a smirk placed on his lips.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" France cried out, shielding his nose from any more blows.
"You told me to act calm."
"I-I… I walked into that one. Didn't I?"
"Yes. Yes you did."
Despite his neutral exterior, Canada was internally screeching. His mind was running a marathon of questions.
Where is my brother?
Where are we?
Why are there no tears?
Where are the others?
"Why is the portal closing?" He asked worriedly, realizing that the floating mass of light was slowly shrinking away.
"BLOODY HELL! WHERE ARE THE OTHERS? WHY AREN'T THEY HERE?" England started to panic, slowly backing away, into the forest behind him. Arms reached out and grabbed onto his clothing, emitting a 'manly' screech, he sprinted over near France, pushing him closer to the shadow.
"Why did you run? Silly 1p me." A cheery British accented figure stepped out of the shadow filled forest. "Honestly. Do you have no manners at all?"
"W-Wait... Oliver?"
"Yep~"
"WHY DID YOU PUSH ME TOWARD THE 'DANGER'?"
"Force of habit…"