Trapped Inside A Hell Hold

“I don’t know where we are ... I’m sorry. I know... very little about why we’re here” Ivan said regretfully to his sister. “All I..... honestly care... about right now..is your safety.” The Russian coughed from behind his bandages, he found it difficult to talk to her without those images resurfacing in his mind. “We need... water.. food.. shelter.. medical supplies... and a few other things if we want to survive long enough to leave.”
Those words saddened Ivan, as he knew something she was blissfully unaware of. The Russian held his sisters hand as they walked the empty streets searching for supplies, he did not want to let go of her in the fear that cold bloody hands would reach out for her around the next corner, pull her into the shadows and slit her throat. If that had happened, he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself. Natalia walked behind the Russian, deep in thought.
On the next road, a lone warehouse stood, “there has to be something here..” he thought as he slowly and cautiously opened the door. To the tall mans irritation, there was almost nothing salvageable in this wreck of a building. The warehouse had been looted. The supplies long gone, all that remained was empty pallets and crates piled atop the metal shelves. But out of the corner of the eye, Ivan noticed a white door in the corner of the warehouse.
For the first time since he had found her, he let go of his sisters hand and he shouldered the door popping the lock, a skill he was beginning to find increasingly useful.
The room before him was covered by handprints and marks in dried blood. There had been a struggle, and what he had been fighting against wasn’t human, the small crate in the centre of the room was left untouched.
The Russian opened the small crate before him. As he opened it, his purple eyes opened as wide as they would allow. What he stood before him was perfect.
Cans of dried food, pint bottles of water , two rolls of bandages, five painkillers, a box of matches, a torch and plenty of batteries, but his best find, a small smith & Wesson revolver with three bullets... as good as his find was, he realised something.... someone had been preparing for it, however, The Russian didn’t know that “it” was.

Leon followed the others,still holding onto his knife. Thankfully it was a short walk to the mansion, the micro-nation was tired of all the walking and running he had done earlier. Before hand he wasn't particularly close to Greece, so he followed England instead. "It would seem so. I wonder what's its purpose..this place I mean." Although the Brit ordered him to stay at the door, Leon walked off to some another room.

He wasn't good at taking orders, so he headed off on his own. Perhaps he could find a clue,or something. He walked around the room, it wasn't much different from the earlier rooms. Though, it did feel cozy. The large sofa in the middle of the room seemed comfortable enough to sit on. Why don't you? Rest a little.. Leon quickly spun around, and looked behind him. No one was there. "Haha.." He gave a quick walk around the room, and inspected a closet. It was strange, no one seemed to be living in there, and yet there were some clothes in here. Children's clothes to be a exact. A few toys were laying on the clothes as well. "How odd. Maybe Eyebrows will know what it means." He grabbed the toys and clothes and headed back to the room where Arthur was. As soon as he stepped into the hallway, he felt the room tremble. Leon gasped as he felt the room split in half, and separate.

Artwork,friendships,I like destroying things~! The voice said cheerfully. He leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes. An evil cackle was heard for a good few minutes, until it finally died down. Slowly he opened his eyes, and saw he was back in the hallway,holding on the items. Panting, Hong Kong shook his head. Everything was back to normal..whatever that meant in this place. "Ah..I should hurry.." He straightened up, and hurried back to the room. "Eyebrows,I think I found something!"

"We're being watched." whispered Flying Mint Bunny.
Arthur barely registered what was being said, he was angry. He knew that whoever brought him and his fellow nations here was hoping to wipe them all out by making them turn against each other. He was angry because even though he told himself so many times this person's plans wouldn't work, deep inside he knew that there was something in him that could easily make him snap, just like that, and kill without hesitation.    It's happened before...and he didn't want to have to go through that again.
"Iggy, aren't you listening?" 
Arthur then realized he'd been staying in the same crouched down position for about ten minutes now. He looked back at the door to see of Hong Kong and Greece were still there but they were gone.
"That's strange they didn't tell me they were leaving..."
"Iggy!" the rabbit nibbled on the man's ear to get his attention.
"Ow!" Arthur rubbed his ear to sooth the small pain, then looked back at Flying Mint Bunny apologetically,
"I'm sorry. I was just...thinking." he patted it's head as he said this hoping he hadn't offended it by ignoring it's comments.
The rabbit crossed it's arms,
"I was saying there are cameras everywhere in this room-" it huffed,
"And you've got a bloody bar code on your neck, you twit."
Arthur's hand immediately shot up to his neck, 
"Where on my neck?" 
"Top left side."
The skin in that area felt odd, almost like plastic. It seemed to be numb as well, although Arthur found it surprising he didn't notice sooner.
"Can you tell how it got on there? Was it tattooed or burned on...?"
"Looks a bit like a tattoo to me."
"Bugger..." he looked around the room once more looking for anything that could provide a clue of some sort that told him something about who lived here and even what this place was.
There was still something that really bothered him about the room though, it was like something in the air...
That thought was interrupted by someone calling him.
"Eyebrows, I think I found something!" 
It was Leon.
Arthur got up and headed out the door, followed by Flying Mint Bunny.
"What is it?" the man asked as he bumped into Leon in the hallway.
'Ohohoho, seems like he found something.' snickered the voice in his head. Arthur ignored it but could still feel the feeling of dread starting to rise inside him. He couldn't stop thinking about  that room. 
'I'll check it out later...' he thought as listened to the Asian's answer.

((Bloody hell, that post took forever to write. Thanks for posting before I did Leon, xD It gave me something to work off of. Damn writer's block Dx ))

Feliciano had no time to panic, but his heart felt like it could beat out of his chest.

What was wrong with Ludwig? He had never seen him like this before... What could he possibly do?

" L-Ludwig, please, calm down...! Tell me what's wrong!! " He grabbed the German's shoulders firmly.

There were tears in the Italian's eyes, flowing down his face and falling to the floor. He couldn't figure out what was going on, especially when Ludwig was fine just a few minutes ago.

He had finally found him, he couldn't lose him now...

Fate wasn't that cruel. He hoped.

"Al~!" What the hell was that? The sound of that person's voice sounded familiar. 'Is it... It couldn't be.' "Mattie?!" I turned around and ran back where i started, hearing the thumping sounds again. 'Just ignore them...' He thought as his boots ran against the croaked path. "MATTIE!?" He stopped as he couldn't hear his dear brother any more but he wasn't going to give up. "I need to find Mattie. I gotta be a hero!" He quickly dashed towards a building that he felt unconformable with.

He opened the door, glazing down the stairs to the bottom. "Great... Stairs..." He sighed as he walked down a few but he felt two cold hands on his shoulders as they pushed him down, the impact made him fall forwards, down the stairs, each stair cut or bruised down. and when he got down there he had just passed out.

The person who pushed him down stared at the body at the top of the stairs, before using a crazy laugh. Soon it disappeared leaving another note behind for anyone else to come across the front door of this building.

(( =3= ))

Elizabeta stopped and turned to watch the Romanian run off to his exit. She didn't follow
after him immediately, and instead waited for him to open the door before walking up to
him to peer outside. As her eyes came upon the empty city before her, her entire body stiffened.
It made her more uneasy and less sure that there really was many other people here. Her
hand balled into a fist and she bit down on her lip. She didn't know how to deal with this
situation and it terrified her. "W-We should...keep looking...shouldn't we?" She
sounded so unsure.

"Y-yeah, I suppose you're right... You okay?" the Romanian glanced at her.

He knew it was a stupid question and it was directed to the person he honestly hadn't expected to be stuck in this kind of situation, but he felt the need to ask it.

The man scrunched up his nose, seeing blood splattered on a few other buildings and rats running around.

After seeing all that there was before him and placing it in his rucksack, Ivan paled. He realised something... his sister hadn’t said a single word since he let go of her hand. He placed a hand within his jacket and turned round.
Only two feet away from him was a muscle bound stranger in a white mask holding a hinged knife to his sister’s throat. This was the last straw. His purple eyes became a shade darker as he without a second thought removed the gun from his pocket and shot the attacker in the foot. Natalia shrank back as she saw the body fall forwards. The Russian stepped forward and plunged his knife into the man’s back, not granting him any final words. Nor did he bother to close the dead man’s eyes as he had with his first victim. His first victim had not held him captive through choice but this man had simply attacked his sister with no reason given, but the Russian had his ideas of what that foul bastard would have done to his sister had he not chosen to steal the life away from the wretched soul.
Ivan took the fresh corpses’ balisong, leaving his old knife behind. It brought back the pain of killing his first victim. He took his sisters hand and began to walk. He snapped back into his caring persona, stopping and making sure his sister had somewhat recovered from his act, he had killed before, even before he had entered the walls of this cursed city, but never had he killed so effortlessly and with so little remorse.
As they walked, Ivan stopped. There were arrows on the walls of buildings, they were written in blood. To follow arrows written in blood to safety seemed ironic to the Russian however he felt he may have to.

While Greece was sleeping Amara kept watch over the other men to see what they were doing. “Soon, my dear pawn soon.” Amara said watching them move about still. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a green blob. “Ah so you’re the green bunny I’ve heard about. Well my friend you may have heard my introduction from your master but you didn’t meet the real me.” Amara said slyly with a snake like tongue appearing out of her mouth. Within a minute what was in the spot where Amara was a snake the size of a small child with black scales and blood red eyes. And coiled at the end of its tail was a knife; the knife Amara was holding against her chest. “Now you’ve ssssseen my true form, to bad my brother won’t believe you ssssilly rabbit.” The snake said following FMB’s movements. “Tell your masssster what I am. I dare you, and if he believesss you. Well let’ssss sssay I have a plan.” Amara said smiling and showing her fangs scaring the flying rabbit away.

Amara quietly changed back and entered the house with knife in hand. Amara snuck corner to corner waiting for them to split up. Finally when the separated Amara followed England: the man who she did not trust from the start. “Mr. England I’m scared, big brother left me to check things out.” Amara said trying to sound scared. As squatted down to talk to her Amara jumped on him holding her knife above him. Both wrestled on the floor to keep separated. This was her chance, using all the air strength she could muster Amara screamed. A scream that could probably crack mirrors.

Greece was dreaming about being home again with his siblings, all of them, alive. He dreamed about their yearly sibling picnics. Eating, telling stories, scaring turkey (who always wanted to crash it) with their soul piercing glares. Playing around with the twins and at night burning the dolls of England, Italy Turkey and Rome his sisters made just for the occasion. Every year they would cover the dolls in kerosene and light them on fire to roast marshmallows over. It was once every year they would do it, a day where they would all have fun no matter what was happening. But what woke him up from his dream was not the sound of the wind or the heat coming from below the cliff. It was the scream of a small girl coming from the house he was at. “Amara I’m coming! Run from whoever is hurting you and follow my voice!” Greece said grabbing his sword and running into the house to find his sister being held to the floor by one of the thick browed men. “You let my sister go now you fiend!” Heracles said putting the blade to the man who was holding down his sister. His face was like stone such a cold look, a look that said “You may be my friend but I will give you no mercy.”

Nighttime.
The house was in complete silence, Arthur sat quietly in the corner of the room as he waited for the others to fall asleep. He wasn't much of a sleeper, he always preferred the nighttime over daytime. It was always so calming and made it a lot easier to think. 
1:59 A.M.
'They should be asleep by now', he thought.
Arthur snuck over quietly to where Leon was sleeping. His eyes where closed and his breathing was going at a slow and steady pace. He was asleep. Greece was outside, most likely sleeping as well.
Arthur motioned for Flying Mint Bunny to follow him, the rabbit groggily stood up on its four feet and followed the man as they ventured through the hallway. 
The mansion was huge, don't forget. There were rooms at every corner and turn. Arthur cursed at himself for forgetting the exact location of the room he wanted to inspect. He turned to ask the rabbit if it remembered where exactly the room was, but was surprised to find it wasn't there. He shook his head and walked back the way he came hoping he would find his friend had just collapsed from exhaustion somewhere near the way they came. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
"Iggy!" it was Flying Mint Bunny's voice, a slight sense of fear was noticed in that outburst.
The rabbit zoomed through the hallway and embraced Arthur while burying its face in his uniform. It seemed to be crying. Arthur never heard it cry before, something seemed very wrong.
"Wha- what is it? Why are you crying?"
"It's that girl that came here with us. She's one of them!" It's whole body was shaking, it's cries coming out as racking sobs.
"C-calm down. I'm sure you're just tired...There's no way Greece's sister could be one of them. I mean, she's a kid...bloody hell-"
Arthur noticed some movement at the end of the hall, someone was coming their way. The rabbit screamed,
"It's her, Iggy! She's one of them, don't trust her, please!" 
"I-"
"Mr. England, I'm scared, big brother left me to check things out."
It was Greece's sister.
Greece told her to check things out? That seemed a little unlikely...Knowing Greece, he would most likely be the one to check everything, not send his sister to do it...
Arthur smiled and squatted down to her level, 
"Now, there's nothing to be scared of. It was probably just-" Right at the last second he saw something silver reflect some light behind her back. It was a knife.
Unfortunately he was too late to act. She was already on top of him with the knife ready to come hacking down and cut into his head. Just in time he caught her arms and struggled to keep the knife away from his head. She was quite strong for a kid her age. That was if she was even a kid. Arthur wrestled with her until he was the one on top. She struggled under his weight, but was able to stab his wrist that was holding down her knife-weilding hand.
Arthur forced himself to hold in his cry of pain. He glared at the girl he wrestled with. 
What was wrong with her?
Amara looked back at him with a sadistic smirk and opened her mouth, inhaling as much air as she could.
Arthur's eyes widened, he's only seen this trick so many times before. She was gonna-
She let out a piercing shriek, Arthur almost let go of her to cover his ears but he forced himself to endure it and held her down firmly. It was a trick.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
This only made her scream louder.
From outside he heard Greece's voice.
"Amara, I'm coming! Run from whoever is hurting you and follow my voice!" 
"Shit!" Arthur knew that if Greece came in seeing them like this he would think...
Arthur struggled to get off her, his hands seemed to be glued to her wrists.  
"Let me go!" 
The girl only smiled demonically and laughed at the man's failed attempts.
The door burst open and Greece came in with his sword in hand.
"You let my sister go now, you fiend!" he held the blade up to Arthur. He knew that with the flick of the wrist Greece could easily decapitate him.
"It's not what you think!" Arthur bursted out. "She attacked me! Look, she even has a knife in her hand. I swear to god it's not what you think! Please!"


((Poor Iggy Dx ))

Greece stared at the man who held his sister beneath him. “It's not what you think!" the englsih man bursted out. "She attacked me! Look, she even has a knife in her hand. I swear to god it's not what you think! Please!" The blonde haired man begged. Not lowering his sword Greece looked at his sister’s hand to see no knife. “I see no weapon Arthur. All I see is a man I thought to be my friend trying to defile my sister.” Greece said with more anger growing in his voice. “Now get off her or else.” Those words scared Arthur enough to release the girl. Amara ran behind Greece giving Arthur an evil smile. “I trusted you Arthur; I trusted that you could help us get out of here. But I was wrong.” Greece said lifting Arthur’s head with his sword. “I will spare you this time and only this time. If I see you again and you repeat this action I will show no mercy.” Greece said turning towards the door. “Because right now; friends seem to be the enemy. And the only people I can trust is family.” Greece said heading out the open door. As they left Amara mouthed “Beware the beast that he is, Limey.” Then both disappeared into the darkness. “No one shall ever touch you that way again. I swear to the gods on that.” Greece said to Amara who pretended to cry and fall asleep.

(Short post is short)

Feliciano was confused and worried beyond all belief. But he felt better now that Ludwig had calmed down.
He embraced the blonde as tight as he could.

" L-Ludwig, a...are you okay now, ve? " Was all he could manage to ask.


(( *Kicks short post* ))

"Ah,I got these.." He said,holding out the clothes to the Brit. "Children's clothes it seems.." Leon said with a yawn. It wasn't much to go on, it seems. "Perhaps sleep would be better for now." Leon suggested. He hasn't done much,and already he was tired. With all the rooms in this mansion surely there was one that was safe,right? And although he didn't like the idea of sharing a room, he and England fell asleep. Or so he thought.

For a good while, he rested easily. It was a welcoming feeling, to finally rest in such a place. Sadly it all ended when he was awoken by a loud scream that would wake a dead man in his grave. It was so loud, that it immobilized Leon for a good two minutes before he could run out the room,with his knife at hand. Quickly and quietly he ran out,ready to attack,but by the time he reached Arthur,he was on the ground. He glanced over, and saw the backs of Greece and the little girl that was with him. She seemed to be crying. Looking back at England, Leon extended his hand, and frowned. "What happened? Are you alright?"

((Quiet welcome England~ And I'm sorry for not being on earlier,college is screwing me before school even starts xD >>))

His head hurt. His wrist was burning. And one of his good friends had just left him. He practically hated himself now. Why had he chose tonight to explore the room? Why didn't he listen to Flying Mint Bunny's warning? 
Why, why, why?!
Arthur watched as the rabbit  crawled back to him and buried its head in his clothes. He held it close to him to comfort it. It was the least he could do.
"It's alright, she's gone now." he said to it in a soothing voice despite the fact he felt like yelling and ripping his hair out. 
This was the reason he liked to keep to himself most times, he could never deal with these things correctly and always regretted befriending people after they betray him like this.
He gritted his teeth. His wrist was seriously starting to bother him, it not only hurt. It felt like someone lit it on fire. Was there some kind of poison on the blade that peirced him?
As he pondered the possibility of this,  a set of running footsteps coming from down the hall were noticed by Flying Mint Bunny.
"Iggy, someone's coming." it said.
"I know..." Arthur was caught in a trance and stared at his bleeding wrist blankly.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Leon asked as he ran into Arthur still slumped against the wall.
"It's Greece's sister...she attacked me and tricked Greece into thinking I was...molesting her~" he said the last two words in disgust. 
"I'll understand if you don't believe me, it seems like no one  can be trusted at the moment..."
He tucked his still bleeding wrist under his other arm. 
The pain was starting to become unbearable. 

((short post is short Dx))

Still frowning, Leon dropped his knife, and got closer to the Brit. "You're a lot of things. Annoying,demanding..even a downright idiot. But.." His expression softened as he glanced over at the male's arm. The forest green sleeve on the male's uniform had become into a dark red color. "I highly doubt you're a child molester."

I'll understand if you don't believe me, it seems like no one can be trusted at the moment. If a child could pull off such an act, then it was probably true. No one could be trusted in this place. Not even fellow nations. "Stop saying stupid things." Even if that was true,he refused to knowledge that thought. It's just what that sadist wanted,he thought. To see everyone at each other's throat,and who knows. Maybe even kill themselves!

Picking up his knife again, the Asian cut a piece of his duangua's sleeve. "You should probably clean that before it gets worse." He said, holding out the ripped cloth. "Here,after you clean it,tie it up to stop the bleeding." No,they would get out together. They had to,hopefully Greece will see the truth,but since it was his little sister,Leon doubted he would change his opinion on England that quick.

"MATTIE!?"

The shout was muffled slightly, echoing in the Canadian's head as he lay still in the darkness. Matthew would recognise that voice anywhere; it was the voice of his brother, Alfred. He sounded worried, which was unusual for the cheerful and pretty care-free nation. The black returned to silence and then Matthew heard a final gunshot from somewhere in the distance. But it was all a dream...wasn't it?

"...ister....hey, Mister. M-Mister! Wake up! M-Mister! You have to wake up! It's him! It's him!" As Matthew regained consciousness, he was met by the frightened voice of the girl with no name; a voice that was becoming all too familiar. She was holding onto his jacket as best she could with her trembling hands as she knelt down behind him as if trying to hide. Matthew focused his vision from behind his dusty glasses and saw a dark figure standing in the doorway of a building not too far away. The young girl whimpered quietly as the figure turned it's head to face the two of them. Matthew froze as it stared in his direction, a single drop of sweat ran down his forehead as he watched the figure closely from where he lay.

The figure began to move slowly towards them, its eyes not leaving the two for a moment. The young girl pulled tighter on Matthews coat, terrified of the dark figure. It was only a few metres away when a high pitched scream rang out from somewhere else in the city. The figure span round looking in the direction of the disturbance and gave Matthew a final glance before fading away into nothing.

Matthew relaxed slightly when the strange figure disappeared and looked over at the young girl still clinging to his coat "It's okay. The bad man's gone now." He said with a reassuring smile. The girl didn't respond and simply stared straight ahead. When Matthew followed her gaze, he found she was watching the doorway the figure had stood in before.

"There's a strange man in there..." She muttered, shaking slightly as she continued to watch the doorway warily. A strange man? Matthew thought for a moment as he lay on the cold ground. Could it be...? Matthew lifted himself up slowly, still feeling weak. When he tried to move forward, he was held back by two small hands clutching his coat. "Don't go over there! He might try to hurt you..." The girl whimpered.

"I'm sorry, but we need to go over there. I have to be sure of something before we go..." Matthew told her calmly.

"Sure of something?" She repeated questioningly. Matthew nodded in reply. The girl thought for a moment before spluttering through tears "B-But what if he attacks you?! He might be one of the bad man's friends! He might try to kill you..." Mattie smiled quietly at the young girls innocence and knelt down in front of her so his height matched hers.

"I'm sorry to worry you, but there's a chance that man in there is my brother and if he is I need to make sure he's safe." Matthew told the girl. She began to calm down, still gripping Matthews coat.

"Y-Your brother?" She asked. Matthew gave a nod and a gentle smile in reply.

"I need you to be brave for me. We'll go over together and I'll be here with you and you'll be here with me. We have each other, don't we? I need you to be strong for me." Matthew said reassuringly, taking the young ghost by the hand. "Do you think you can do that for me?" The girl fought back her crying and nodded in reply. Matthew smiled at her and the young girl returned him a heart-warming smile. Matthew stood up and turned toward the direction of the door.

"W-Wait! Mister! I don't know your name!" She was right. Matthew hadn't told her his name yet. Though he was Canada, a proud nation that, under any other circumstances, wouldn't have been able to die... Here, it seemed he was as vulnerable as any human and decided to go by his human name.

"Matthew. Matthew Williams. But you can call me Mattie."

"M-Mattie." The girl repeated.

"Do you know your name?"

The girl shook he head "I don't remember..." Matthew thought for a moment. If she didn't have a name, he wouldn't be able to call her anything. "Maybe..." The girl muttered "Maybe you can give me a name." Matthew looked a little confused before realising that may be a good solution. He looked the girl up and down, hoping for some inspiration. The girl had fairly long hair that was a smooth blonde with a slight hint of brown, not worn in any particular style. Glistening blue eyes met his, the colour of a calm sea and tinted by a warm sunset purple. There was a small ribbon in her hair that was a rose red and worn similarly to the the way Matthew's fellow nation, Liechtenstein, would often where her; tied neatly to a small section of hair on the right side of her head. The girl was wearing a small white dress that floated gently above her knee and had no obvious style or pattern to it. She seemed to become more transparent toward her lower legs and her feet were almost, if not completely, invisible. Matthew paused to think for a moment before finally coming to a decision.

"...Alice."

The girl looked up at Matthew as soon as she heard the name as if she recognised it as her own. That was all Matthew needed to confirm his decision. "You look like an Alice." He told her smiling. Her face lit up at the sound of her new name and she smiled sweetly. "Now then Alice, shall we go see who this 'strange man' is?" Matthew suggested and Alice nodded bravely.

Matthew began to walk in the direction of the doorway, Alice holding his hand tightly. The ghosts hand was cold and sent a chill down Matthews spine. It was a strange feeling holding the ghosts hand but it didn't bother Mattie greatly.

As he approached the door he turned to Alice and put a finger to his lips to signal to be quiet. Even though he knew nobody else would hear her anyway, he wanted to keep the young girl entertained. She mimicked the gesture playfully. Matthew looked in the doorway to find a staircase. Curiously, Matthew looked down the staircase to try to make out where they lead. "Mattie! Look!" Alice said pointing to the ground by his feet. On the ground lay a note. Cautiously, Matthew bent down and picked up the note. When he saw it first he could have sworn the note was blank but as soon as his hand touched it words appeared smeared in blood.

tHerEs nOwHeRe tO rUn

Matthew wasn't sure what to make of the note at first. "What does it say?" The young girl asked pulling on Matthews jacket to get his attention.

"'There's nowhere to run'" Matthew read aloud. Alice looked a little confused but the worry was on her face was obvious. Matthew looked down the stairs again and tried to see if he could see the 'strange man' Alice had told him had come into the building. At first, it was too dark for Matthew to make out any particular figure or silhouette of anybody at the bottom of the staircase however as he moved slowly downwards, one step at a time, the bottom of the stairs became clearer and Matthew was able to make out the shape of a person lying at the bottom of the stairs.

"Can you see anything?" Alice asked standing a short way behind Matthew still gripping his hand. Matthew wasn't sure... He paused for a moment and stared at the dark shape on the ground and slowly he began to realise that his suspicions were indeed correct.

"Al!?" Matthew shouted immediately letting go of Alice's hand and running down the staircase to find his brother lying unconscious on the cold, blood stained ground. Alice ran up behind him and saw Alfred lying on the ground.

"That's him! That's the strange man!" She cried moving to hide behind Matthew. The Canadian stared at him for a moment, wondering whether to trust what his eyes were showing him. He gave a slight sigh of relief when he saw his brother was still breathing quietly.

"It's okay. This is my brother, Alfred. You don't need to be scared." Matthew said to Alice with as much of a smile as he could muster. She shyly moved from behind Matthew and stared at the unconscious man as she had Matthew before he himself had fallen unconscious. Matthew was still wary of the fact that this may be only an illusion but cared too much for his brother to believe it wasn't him. Matthew reached a hand over to the Americans shoulder and gently shook him in an attempt to wake him from his sleep.

"Al? Alfred? Can you hear me? Al! Please wake up! We need to get out of here! Al?!"

Alice watched from behind Mattie as he tried to wake his brother and cautiously moved toward the man on the ground. "A-Alfred? Mister Alfred? Please wake up! Alfred?" She pleaded quietly. Though Alfred wouldn't be able to hear her, Alice did her best to help Matthew wake his brother.

"Al! Alfred, it's me! Matthew! Wake up please!" Matthew cried out to his brother, fear spreading across his face at the lack of response from his brother...

"Wake up, please..."

Ivan remained silent for a few moments; he looked down the alley way nervously. Three miles it stretched, there were only two ways out of this place. The start in front of him, and the end three miles in front of him... He would have not taken this risk. The Russian knew it was a death trap but this was a risk that they had no choice. If this led them to safety, he would cope with any pain for his sister. She was currently the only thing that was holding him from putting that revolver to his temple and putting himself out of his own misery. Ivan was brought back to reality when he felt his sister pull at his arm once more. He looked down at her with regret in his eyes and shakily began to speak “... we.. have to.. for... your sake...” was all he could bring himself to say before he subsided into a painful fit of coughing. After somewhat recovering, the Russian began to walk hesitantly at first, then he realised. He would rather walk to his grave confidently than survive and cower in the fear these bastards had imposed on him. He walked with his head high, knowing his end could very well be around the next corner.
One mile in and there was still nothing. The second mile passed as un eventfully as the first, but as the third mile was coming to its end, Ivan braced himself.
And as he had guessed, there was someone waiting for them. But he knew this man had no interest in Natalia, other than using her to make him tick. A man stood before him. Identical to the Russians second victim. He stood three metres from the alleys exit.
The man charged Ivan, leaving himself with no time to defend himself. All he could do was push his sister to the ground to keep her out of the reach of the nail littered baseball bat that had been swung at him. The bat did not hit Ivan directly, however a nail had managed to find its way through his bandages, cutting his bandages and putting a new light gash on his scarred face.
With the breaking of the bandages, came the snap within Ivan’s’ mind, all his morals left him as those bandages fell and the balisong rolled round his thumb and met his palm.
In one fluid motion, Ivan charged the man in front of him, plunging the knife into the heart of the man. He took the bat and re pocketed the knife as he saw a second man come round the corner, he swung at the second man smashing his head between his bat and the wall, splattering blood satisfyingly against the grey bricked building.
As Ivan snapped back, he stared in horror at what he had done, as tempted as he was to be rid the bloody instrument; he kept his grip upon the baseball bat, tying it to his rucksack. He then swiftly helped his sister to her feet and ran into the nearest cover, a small shop on the other side of the road from the alleys entrance. He rummaged and found the bandage in his rucksack. He fastened it over his scarred face once more before turning to his sister and hugging her tightly. In her ear, he whispered as gently as he could “I....I’m sorry...you..had....to see... that. To see... me.”

He heard voices, the voices were reaching into his mind as each of them shouted for his name... One voice he knew. The other he didn't... 'I need to open my eyes... Why can't I open my DAMN EYES!?' He thought as he struggled to open them, then he realised that he couldn't move his body at all! The voices kept ringing into his ears, calling him Alfred, again and again. They sound worried. then slowly an image popped out, into his mind. The image was a Guy... A Guy with a torn hood over his head. He couldn't see the person's face in till the man shown his smile. Most of the teeth was knocked out, blood dripping out of the gums and stitches, stitched through and in the guy's mouth. The Smile wasn't perfect. it was like a grin... or a Smirk. And you know what... That guy was smirking straight at him. He felt a cold chill, going down his spine as his sky blue eyes stared at the man.

The guy giggled as he slowly back away, fading into the darkness of the background, only his eyes lighted up, a Crimson red colour before they disappeared along with the darkness. The darkness faded as America opened his eyes, feeling relieved to open them again~ He noticed the voices again... Calling him Alfred, once again.

"H-huh... Oww.." He groined as the pain thumped within his head, he felt blood dribble down his forehead to his lip. He turned his head abit, glancing at the two. He smiled as he recognised his Brother: Mattie. Or Canada but he always call his Brother, Mattie and he thought he heard another voice so he wanted to see who was with his brother, but sadly. No one was there... "H-hey Mat- Oww..." He struggled to get up, he needed a bit of help from his brother... "Mattie~ Can you help me Bro?"

Leon handed the Brit a piece of his duangua's sleeve. 
"You should probably clean that before it gets worse."
Arthur nodded and accepted the piece gratefully.
"Here, after you clean it, tie it up to stop the bleeding." 
Arthur did as Leon told him and cleaned most of the blood on his wrist, it still seemed to be bleeding but not as much. 
Maybe there was some hope. At least he still had Leon,  or so he hoped.
"Thank you." he said in a brittle voice. He kept his head down as he tied the piece of fabric around his wrist. He couldn't think of anything else to say. That girl, Amara...something was a bit off about her... 
'Why don't you just kill her?' sneered the voice in his head, 
'It would be a huge load off your shoulders.'
The man ignored it once again, trying his best not to even start considering the idea. But another idea did pop up in his head after hearing this.
Arthur stood up and started down the hall,
"We're getting out of here." he said, 
"Let's see how Greece can handle things in his own..."

((Damn you, short post Dx but yay!! 100th post FTW!))))

China had been walking for some time, his sore back still hurting like hell. Now he knew how Japan felt.

It could've been worse, though.

Keeping that thought in mind, he was startled when he heard something.... Something tapping against the ground... At a fast pace too.

....Footsteps....

Just when China stepped forward to see what was coming, the last thing he saw was blond hair before something-- or someone, barreled into him, making him and whoever ran into him fall onto the ground.

As soon as he hit the hard surface, his first instinct was to cry out in pain, the feeling coursing through him like a tidal wave.

((Lame and short post is lame ))