【 D4y 2, 1# C3ll, Curr3n7 T1m3 L00p - 1p!4ll135, G3rm4ny, J4p4n & Pru55i4 】

They stand inside the cell, panicking. What else can they do? The only thing is to wait for Italy to return. That is until they hear the door outside open. The creaking of the metal got them on their toes, and England takes out his gun, a firm crease on his brow as he traces his line of fire to the door. Those steps are human, too light to be Italy's. Maybe, just maybe, it's sick and twisted person behind all this. Slowly, the door opens, fingers peeking around the edge as a figure pushes against the heavy metal door. England motions up with two fingers, holding the first players back as the other holds a gun.

"Oh... how did you manage that?" Your soft voice echoes as you step inside, eyebrows narrowed at them.

"Kinder!" Prussia stresses under his breath, running to the bars, a vice grip around the metal poles. The others share a look before Germany gives them a command, running to the other end of the room. Your eyes widen, wondering why he seems to be panicking. Why they all seem to be. "You're not supposed to be here!" He whisper-shouts, looking to the right, down towards the cell door. You follow his line of sight, only to freeze, pupils dilating. At the cell door is another creature, arms and all. Its head reaches the top of the door, claws clasping through the bars towards the first players currently distracting it. Distracting it from you.

Two monsters, no less than five minutes apart. Today must be my lucky day.

"You need to run. Get as far away as you can." England lowers his voice, glaring at the grey monster. He then looks to you. "Get back to the safe room." You are not looking at him though, your gaze still trained on the creature.

"Holy hell." You mutter under your breath, eyes finally falling to the old empires. They look exhausted, and for the first time, ancient. Faces tiered, dark bags and covered in lines.

"Please, Kinder." Prussia pleads, passing his hand through the bars, taking ahold of your elbow. You lock eyes with his, bright red darkening as his brows snap together. "Go hide." His fingers curl around your arm, pulling you closer to him. "Staying here is a one-way ticket to heaven." You stare at him, eyes then falling upon his pale hand. Your mouth curls into a smile, cocking your head to the side and gently lift your hand, placing it atop his.

"You say that like you're not going to see me again." You look between them both, feeling your voice crack. "I'll see you all soon." Your voice is a whisper. England sighs at you, staring into your eyes.

"If you get given a chance, get out." England tells you as Prussia removes his hands, running his fingers through his white hair. You look at him, eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"England, I--"

"Even if you're alone." He said sternly. It dawns on you that he doesn't just mean the room. "Now go." You take a step back.

"I will see you." You tell them, more for your sake than theirs. It is the reassurance. You need to see them again. You approach the door, continually looking over your shoulder, eyes watching each and every one of them. The others crowd around the cell door, still trying to distract the monster by poking things through the bars. Germany and America are on the forefront, Canada loitering at the back. The only one that acknowledges your presence is France, who looks briefly in your direction.

You open the door gently, trying not to make a sound, and peek into the hallway. You halt, eyes wide as you stare at the looming figures in the hall, before closing the door again with a soft click. Your expression is shocked, pupils now pinprick as you turn to lean your back against the door.

"You need to leave, little one." Russia appears close by, his form looming as he stares down at you. You do not move from your spot, your shoulders shaking slightly as your right-hand grabs at your face, dragging it down slowly before facing him.

"Can I have your pole?" Your voice shakes.

"You can go. Run back to the safe room and leave us here." He replies, half-lidded eyes scanning your form. You clench your jaw, weighing your options. This isn't good. But you could do something abotu it. Just place some kickass music in your head. You nod, steeling your face as you push up your sleeves.

"Don't you remember that promise we made." You give him a flat look. "A promise between friends." His eyes widen, softer.

D4y 2, 8453m3n7, Curr3n7 Tim3 L00p - C4n4d4, Ch1n4, Fr4nc3, Ru5514 & (F/n)

"Let's go back? If it's bad, you'll be back soon. With results." Russia nods, directing it to them all, not just you.

"Yes!"

"You can count on me, aru!"

"... Oui."

"Sure." You loiter for a moment as the others begin to move, readying themselves. You look around, your breath staggered as you look at Russia. He speaks with China, finalising something before stepping away with a nod. Your heart clenches as he makes eye contact with you.

"Yes?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Oh, erm, I wanted to speak with you about something..." You mumble, him looking down at you. You look off, eyebrows scrunched as your heart picks up its pace. It is quiet for a moment. You know he's the one to talk to, but it feels like bile is in your throat. You don't wanna talk about it, but you need a plan B.

"What is it?"

"I don't wanna... sound like I'm painting you in a bad light or anything. But I think I know why you sent me off to the front." You say softly, not meeting his gaze. Russia tightens his grip on his pipe. "You want me up front so that if the monster... hurts the Axis, it'll also have to get me too. Taking longer and then giving everyone else more time to escape. To give that extra time, even if it is two more seconds." You give a small laugh. Russia thins his lips, watching the last of his friends leave the room to take their positions. He stares down at you, his mind buzzing. The child is straight up telling him how they saw through him. They had appeared innocent so far, but now they're revealing their true colours. They're going to tell him how they know how evil he is. Try to isolate him. Turn against him. Why can't they see? Why doesn't anyone try to look through his eyes? He clenches his jaw, but gives a light laugh. It was painful, but he had to laugh at history alway repeating itself. Noone had told you to stay away from him explicitly, but you were dumb enough to confront him. And he thought he could finally make a friend without the baggage. You swallow, watching as France closes the door behind himself. Russia's expression is forlorn, longing for something just within his reach. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, you still not meeting his eye.

"I understand if yo--"

"Do it more." You cut him off, eyes tightly scrunched up and hands balled. You stare at the carpet as your breath staggers. "I know you did it so that there's a higher chance your friends survive, and I want that too." Your breath catches in your throat. "You guys are all pulling your weight, and actually doing something here, but I'm dead-weight, constantly. Even if it means being cannon fodder, please just-just make sure I am always in harm's way if it gives everyone else more time." You finally look up to see his expression. Lips slightly parted, a small crease between his brow with his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "I'm gonna be scared, yeah, and even if no one else wants me to do it, can you keep pushing for it?"

"Little one, that is a... are you okay?" His voice is hushed now. "Is this to do with the bruises on your wrist? I haven't told anyone."

"No, no." You shake your head, expression befuddled. He asks that? You'd kept forgetting about that mark on you, but it gets brought to the forefront of your brain at the strangest of times. "I've just been so useless while we've been here. I want to do more, I want to be put on the front line with everyone else. Please, Russia, push me." He looks to be struggling. "I know its a weird thing to ask. You must think I'm suicidal." He mulls it over in his head. You fiddle with your hands, interlacing them. Russia makes a decision, setting his shoulders back.

"I think you're respectable." He regards. "I promise, I will push you to your limit. This is strictly between us, though." You give a hum, a bittersweet smile on your face.

"Of course. This is a promise between friends." You give him a grin, and Russia mirrors it.

"But do not worry too much, little one. I'll simply give the Thing a small tap, and it will be dead, da?" He chuckles.

【 D4y 2, 1# C3ll, Curr3n7 T1m3 L00p - Fr4nc3, C4n4d4, 4m3ric4, 3ngl4nd, Ru55i4, Chin4, G3rm4ny, J4p4n, Pru55i4 & (F/n) 】

"That was made in a situation where you had others to protect you." Russia tells you, looking over to the others. "You are out there with no back-up."

"First of all, I didn't even want to go." You look towards Russia, eyebrows crooned and lips pursed. You expected understanding, not refusal. It irked you. Makes you feel rebelious. You then look to the other countries and notice some looking over in a panic. You lift your hand, jabbing your thumb towards the door. "Secondly, there's a creature out there too." You glare at the demon in front. "And third, now is a time to make good on a promise. So the only option I have is to get past that Thing, and unlock the door." You drop your bag with a thump. "Hopefully."

"Hopefully?!" Prussia yells.

"No, just stay there." England says sternly. "We are going to kill that thing from in here."

"Huh." You cock a brow at him, ignoring his words and you take out the knife he gave you from your boot. Then Russia steps in.

"No, let them do this." He is calm, voice leveled. England gives a growl of frustration, pointing a finger at him.

"You may be fine with letting a child die, but I am not?!" Then England turns his ire to you. "Listen to me!" England fumes. "This is dangerous!" You hear each of them speak over one another to stop you.

"You shouldn't mess around with this type of thing!"

"(F/n), don't--"

"We can save you!"

"Don't be unnecessary."

"Please."

"Stay back!" Germany's order annoys you the most.

"Why on earth should I do that?" You reply, pointing the knife at him. You can feel your eyes zeroing in on him, just wanting to click your tongue. Scowl. Stomp your foot. Nothing pisses you off more than someone telling you not to do something.

"It was an order." He growls. You glare, a mock smile making its way on your face as you run your tongue over your teeth.

"Good thing you're not my captain."

【 D4y 2, B453m3n7, Curr3n7 T1m3 L00p - Luci4n0 & Fr4nc105 】

"They've got a backbone." Francios mumbles, bayonet strapped to his shoulder as he press a cigarette on the wall. He drops it, watching it hit the floor.

"They're going to get themselves killed." Luciano spoke sourly, glaring at the door you disappear behind. One look at him, and like an alert rabbit, you just close the door again. Closing the thin door he could hear through. Calling him a creature? He feels oddly proud.

"What is going to happen to Xiao?" Francois asks. Luciano clicks his tongue.

"How can one person fuck up so badly?" The Italian shakes his head in dismay. You manage to get the druggie out from the room, get him hurt, then run away. Why did you always give him a headache? "You're calling him Xiao now?" His eyes narrowed. "And why do you care?"

"Drugs." Luciano sighs at that reply. Of course, the Frenchman has his own end. The man has loose morals and even looser pants.

"Let's get back. This 'Xiao' needs to be punished." Luciano smirks.

【 D4y 2, 1# C3ll, Curr3n7 T1m3 L00p - 1p!4ll135, G3rm4ny, J4p4n, Pru55i4 & (F/n) 】

Different yells echo around the room, and all with one idea in mind. To you to stop. You have taken out the knife, standing in a fighting stance before walking towards the monster. Your heart races, your jaw clenched tightly. No breathing exercise could stop the anxiety gnawing at you. You are going to face your biggest fear since public speaking.

You charge, heading straight for the Oni as it turns to face you. It raises one hand, jagged claws aiming for your head as you run forwards. Shouts echo in the room, some running to the bars and reaching out, trying to grab you. That is until you slip between the monster's legs, its claws striking the ground. You don't bother waiting. You reach out for the cell door, yanking on the bolts. You groan. It wouldn't budge, the metal creaking in protest. You continuously pull, eyes darting upwards to Germany who stands on the other side of the cell.

"It won't open!" You shout, thrashing against the metal.

"It's stuck. Just keep trying." Germany orders. There's no use in telling you to run when you've gotten so far. You place one hand on the bar, the other violently yanking on the latch with your entire body behind the pull. Your breath catches as the metal budged, it screeching as it rubs against the lock. Out the corner of your eye you spot Japan unsheath his katana. They'e all huddled near you, prepared to get out and attack.

"Watch out!" The voice isn't quick enough to warn you as claws wrap around your left knee. It pulls up, your lower half swept from the floor. You grip the bars, upper half pushed forward and slamming the cell door closed.

"Germany!" You don't recognise your own voice, what it means, but Germany is already there to grab you. He grips your elbows, your fingers slipping from the bars. He is stopping the demon from having its way with you. You squeak, your body burning as its stretched. You feel hot under Germanys hands, but the demon's ones just give pain. They're digging into you. You kick at it, using your right foot to cause some pain, any pain, to the monsters hand. "Get off!" You pull inwards, squirming, before snapping out. You grunt. Your determination is no match for the strength of a demon. "Germany! Germany!" You scream, it's claw sinking into your skin. "Please don't let go! Don't let go!" Unknown tears brim your eyes, the pain and fear becoming too much. You wriggle, trying to get it off as you shift your body around. Being suspended in air gave you no time or advantages in getting your ground.

"(F/n), stay still." Japan tells you, hand reaching out to grab your sleeve. You whimper, not wanting to stop as you shake your head. "Please stop, Germany will lose his grip!" You look up, eyes blurred as salt water runs down your face. Slowly, your body gave up. You feel like this demon is toying with you. It's not putting in any real effort. Any moment it could tear your limp off, reach out with its other claw and maul you to death.

"I've got you!" Germany yells. You let out a noise from your throat, looking to him, finger inching away from the bars as his large hands tighten around your forearm. He's slowly slipping, and it hurts.

"Anyone with a long distance weapon, raise it!" England orders, moving further down the cell to get an opening from the side. America, Canada and Prussia follow in tow, raising a bow and guns. Shots ring, making you flinch as the wind whips around, arrows and bullets passing out from the corner of your eye. The monster retracts, hissing. But it didn't let go. It wouldn't let go. Their actions only throw fuel into the fire. It pulls at your legs as an arrow becomes logged in its shoulder. The pull unclasps your fingers, hands no longer on the metal. You scream.

"No, no! Germany! England! Stop!" Your voice tore from your throat, breaking and cracking. Germany's hands tighten, pain throbbing from his vice grip and the firing slowed to a stop. Your body burns, eyes staring at Germany in fear. Pure, adrenaline filled fear. "Please, don't let go! Don't let go!" He looks just as scared as you feel. That is what petrified you the most. The man, who is known for his iron will - iron personality! - the man who barely shows emotion; is just as scared as you. Your breathing is broken as the monster continues to make noises. Your hands are now tightly wrapped around Germany's arms, the demon pulling in a broken rhythm. You begin to thrash again, looking over your shoulders to the monster. Your words are jumbled, shouts leaving your throat. They mean nothing at this moment as you struggle. The words that maybe your last. Your last words. Your last words are going to be pleas and cries, broken and lost to people who can't help you. All they can do is watch. Germany pulls you towards him, your fingertips brushing past the bars once more. He turns to his brother, who is holding up his gun cautiously.

"Prussia, quic--" He's too late. You're plucked back so easily. Your eyes widen, voice catching as your fingers brush past his wrist-palm-fingers-gone.

Your upper body hits the ground, head ducking in. Pain radiates from your shoulder to elbow, buzzing. You're dragged towards the creature. The countries shout, but you are too focused on the monster before you. You look around for the knife, breathing heavily as someone shoots at the monsters head, away from you. You need more time. Just a little more time. The creature whines, one arm shielding its head from bullets and the other lifting you off the floor. You thrash still, weeping as it flicks out its tongue, a manky purple muscle moving up your left leg, saliva dampening your jeans.

"Why have you stopped firing?!" Amercia yells, loading up his magazine and reaching up to aim. England moves, pushing the nozzle of the gun away as America fires. It hits a bar, away from the creature. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"You can't! You'll hit them!" Britain argues, eyes looking to you now. The monster has you in a spot before its face, jaw unhinged in a gory image with your body before its eyes. There is no blind spot. It has you in a perfect place for defence, using you as a meat shield.
There's nothing more strange than feeling a tear run up your face. It hits your eyebrow, go over the arch, running over your forehead and into your hairline. You hiccup, swinging your arms out and pushing at its tongue, it twitching, curling, flicking on your body.

"Ple-please please please, Spain--" You babble, shaking your head. "Find Italy! Find him! Please!" You're going to die. Your body hurts. Everything burns. Your eyes sting. You have a headache. Hot pain is burning over your leg and you can feel a disgusting dampness follow everywhere that tongue has touched. It reaches your face now, and your grab it, digging your nails in as hard as you can.

You stare weakly at the countries. You stop thrashing. You stop trying to fight back. That stubbornness has vanished. Gravity pulls your tears up across your forehead, leaking from your eyes as you become dizzy, blood rushing to your head. You look at them all; all so helpless. They didn't know what to do. You are going to be killed. You are going to die. You haven't even found your family. You take in a shaky breath, screwing your face up as you make one last move. The tongue flicks over your hair, and you shrivel at the touch, body convulsing. With a war cry, you snap your body into a sit up, your muscles straining and complaining at the movement.
You slam the knife into its forehead. The monster screeches, and your flung. You collide with the wall, your spine taking the hit as the creature gargles in pain, the knife still in its head. The edge of your vision fades white.