Seventeen countries sat spread out in a single room. All of them were huddled in little groups together, either for warmth or talking amongst themselves. No happiness was in the air, only misery and sadness.

"I-I wanna go home..." Pakistan cried into India's chest.

India rubbed his sister's back. "We all do, Paki." He murmered.

Every country in the room had visible bruises and cuts on their bodies. From their necks to their ankles, cuts and bruises covered a majority of their body. And if you're wondering, no, none of them were touched or...the other more extreme one, only tortured.

The reason the countries were all in the same room was because there is something the three mysterious kidnappers did once a week. Every Wednesday, they gather the countries they have and put them into this room.

The reason they do this is not known, but eventually one of them comes in and drags a random country out to torture them. After the torture is finished, they throw the poor victim back inside the room. After a few hours, they take all the countries and put them back into their cells.

Timor-Leste was the victim last time. Speaking of him, he was the only one not in a group. He was in a corner all by himself, lost in his thoughts. He was shivering from the cold of the room, but he didn't care. Tear marks stained his cheeks, he had cried from the torture that is delivered to him everyday, and another reason he cried was because he missed his family.

A doorknob turning made all conversations stop and all thoughts interrupted. The countries in the room looked fearfully at the door as it slowly opened. It must be one of their captors. Who is getting tortured now?

"Stop fighting!" A female voice shouted, followed by a loud hit. The countries in the room stared at Tall as she dragged in an injured Netherlands.

Tall threw Netherlands into the center of the room. "Enjoy the company while it lasts," she spat and closed the door.

The other countries looked at Netherlands as he layed on the floor. He wasn't as damaged as the rest of them; he only had a bruise on both of his arms and a cut on his head.

After a few moments, Netherlands groaned and sat up. He sat on his knees and stared at the ground. "Where...where am I..?" He asked as he looked around.

His eyes widened when he saw the missing countries. They all were here, he couldn't believe it! His thoughts were cut off when he heard Timor-Leste say, "Your worst nightmare."

Netherlands turned in the direction of the small country. Timor-Leste was giving Netherlands a look of sympathy. Netherlands noticed all the bruises, cuts, and wounds Timor had, and then looked at the others. They also had many cuts, wounds, and bruises. "What happened to you guys..?" He asked.

"The same thing that'll happen to you..." Fiji said, her voice strained.

Netherlands went quiet. He stood up and began walking to the door. He wasn't that far away from it before he felt someone grab his arm. "Don't."

Netherlands turned around and saw Samoa standing in front of him. She was struggling to stand up from her legs being whipped earlier. She was clutching Netherlands' arm and looked at him with desperation in her eyes. "If you try to escape they'll punish all of us..." She said.

"It's true," India spoke up, "I tried getting out of here when I first got here. I failed and we all got...tortured..."

"It's impossible to escape..." Nauru murmered, walking up to Samoa and Netherlands.

Samoa let go of Netherlands and started falling to the ground. Nauru caught her before she hit the floor and helped her to the corner they both were previously at.

Netherlands stared after them for a bit. He sighed. "The other countries will find us." He said.

"Netherlands, those three know what they're doing. They know how to not leave any evidence behind, and if they do it's very vague to the point that the countries nor police can do anything with it. We all lost hope in getting out of here..." Marshall Islands said.

Netherlands sighed and walked over to Timor-Leste's corner. "Can I sit here?" He asked.

"Don't care."

Netherlands sat down beside Timor-Leste. "How long have you been here..?" He asked, hesitantly.

"I honestly don't know anymore. There's no calenders. I was the first one here, though." Timor-Leste said. He looked up at Netherlands. "Indonesia and Papua New Guinea, do they miss me? I miss them..."

Netherlands nodded. "They were hysterical when you were deemed missing. They want you back."

Timor-Leste managed a tiny smile. He turned away and continued staring at the floor. Netherlands went silent. He raised his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He buried his face in his knees and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Tall was waiting on Middle, Small, and Buff in their meeting room. When she had first knocked out Netherlands, she carried him away and hid him in a bush. She pressed the cloth with the chloroform up against his face and sat there for a few minutes. Once she was sure he had breathed in enough chloroform to keep him asleep through the school day, she took off her outfit and put on her regular clothes, then she rushed back inside the school.

When school was dismissed, she walked all the way home and entered her house. She changed into her disguise or whatever and then climbed out of her first floor window, making sure she wasn't being watched. She snuck back to the school and dragged Netherlands' body out of the bush.

She carried Netherlands to their hideout and was walking to where the other countries were when she got an alert from her watch. Someone was going to her house.

Tall quickly went to an empty cell room and tossed Netherlands into the cell. She locked the cell and the door and rushed back home. Once again, she climbed through the window and changed her clothes, hiding her disguise in a vault in her basement.

She went into the her living room and turned on her TV, pretending to watch it. Soon enough, her doorbell rang. She went and opened it and saw Jamaica standing on the other side. "Hey, are you done fixing my new shoes yet?" He asked.

Tall had nodded and went back inside her house. She grabbed Jamaica's shoes and went to him. She handed him the shoes. "There you go."

"Thenk yuh." Jamaica had thanked Tall, his Jamaican accent coming out. He skipped away happily while Tall closed her door. She breathed a sigh of relief and went into the basement, unlocked the vault, switched clothes, and then went back to the secret hideout.

By the time she had gotten back to Netherlands in his cell, he was awake and trying to get out. Key word: trying.

Tall had unlocked his cell and grabbed his arms. She dragged him to the room the other countries were at while he struggled against her, unusually quiet. When they reached the door Netherlands was struggling harder, and Tall was having a hard time holding onto him. "Stop fighting!"

She grabbed Netherlands' head and slammed it against the wall. This allowed her to throw him into the room. You know what happens from there.

Tall looked at the door as it opened. Middle, Small, and Buff entered. She removed her hoodie and smiled. "Took you long enough." She teased.

"Oh, shut it. Small forgot something halfway so we had to go back." Middle said, taking off his hoodie.

Small and Buff also took off their hoodies. They all sat down at the table. "Tall, were you successful in kidnapping Netherlands?" Middle asked.

Tall nodded. "He put up a somewhat fight, but I got him. He's in the room with the other countries."

Middle clapped. "Great! You really have a knack for this."

Buff cleared his throat. "Middle, why are we gathered here?"

"Oh, one of the reasons we're here is to discuss who we should torture horribly now."

"Then why am I here? I don't get my hands dirty."

"You're part of the team, Buff. Tall, any ideas?"

Tall shrugged. "Malta, maybe?"

"No, we should let her body heal up. We put her through what we did last time she'll die."

"I thought you liked killing people, Middle?" Small asked.

"I do, but I don't want to kill any countries just yet. Any more ideas?"

Everyone thought for a moment. Small snapped his fingers. "I have an idea! How about we do Netherlands?"

"But he's a newcomer." Buff commented.

"Exactly! Therefore he learns we mean business and doesn't try anything. Great thinking, Small!" Middle said. He turned to Tall. "Go and collect Netherlands from the others. Small and I will be waiting in the room."

Tall nodded and stood up. She put her hoodie back on and left the room, walking in the direction of where the other countries were. Middle and Small stood up and left, also putting their hoodies on. Buff continued sitting at the table, reading a book. He knew they'd come back and then discuss the other topic.

"Buff."

Buff turned around and saw Middle at the door. "You can come if you want, you can see how the torture works, and maybe give us some tips."

Buff smiled and put on his hoodie. He stood up and began walking towards Middle. "Sure. I always wanted to see them scream and cry."

Buff followed Middle to the torture room. Small was already there and waved to them when they entered. Buff all of a sudden stopped moving and turned around. "Netherlands is a strong country, Tall might need help with him."

Middle nodded. "Go and help her, the quicker Netherlands gets here the better."

Buff rushed off to help Tall. Speaking of Tall, she was trying to force Netherlands to come with her. He was resisting roughly, and was even fighting back a little. "Let me go!" He yelled.

The countries in the room stared fearfully at the two fighting figures. Tall had a tight grip on one of Netherlands' arms, and Netherlands was struggling to pull it free. He was kicking and punching Tall.

Buff walked into the room. When the other countries saw him they held their breath fearfully. Buff stormed over to Netherlands and grabbed his free arm. Tall and Buff dragged a kicking and shouting Netherlands out of the room while the others watched. Of course, they locked the door when they left.

An hour later, the countries in the room were covering their nonexistent ears and most were shedding tears. Why were they doing this? They were doing this because they could hear Netherlands' screams of pain while he was being tortured.

Let's not go into detail about it, because I'll suck at that, so let's skip to when they're done.

Buff threw Netherlands back inside the room. He slammed the door shut. A few countries left where they were sitting and crawled over to Netherlands. He was curled up on the ground, shaking uncontrollably and crying silently.

"N-Netherlands..?" Belgium was the first to reach him. When Netherlands didn't answer, Belgium carefully pulled him close to him and into a hug. "I-I know...it's awful."

"All of us go through it..." Malta sighed. She crawled up and hugged Netherlands along with Belgium. "Belgium, let's take him with us."

Belgium nodded. He helped Netherlands up and to the corner he Malta, Marshall Islands, and Niue were at. Belgium sat down and had Netherlands lay onto his lap. He rubbed his back and sighed. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, brother..."

Alright, back to the jerks. The four of them were laughing at their meeting table. They were making fun of Netherlands from when they were torturing him. "I loved how he wiggled and squirmed when I was choking him with his scarf!" Tall laughed.

Small's laughs were more nervous than what the others were doing, but they were laughing too hard to notice. "Anyway, what's the other reason we're here, Middle?" Small asked, hoping to change the subject.

Middle calmed himself down. "The other reason is...oh! Buff, any requests?"

Buff thought for a moment. "Not really. Are there any countries you guys want to do something too?"

The room went silent. A minute later, Middle cleared his throat. "Actually...yes."

"Me too." Tall added.

They all looked at Small. He shrugged. "Not really. There are countries I'm mad at but I just want to avoid them."

"Middle, who do you want to capture, torture, or murder?" Buff asked.

"Britain." Middle sneered.

"Britain? Why him? Isn't he nice?" Small asked.

Middle scoffed. "Sure, Britain is nice, but his family isn't."

"France, America, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia?"

"No, not them. It's a long story, anyway. Goes back generations, way before Britain was born."

"Then why-"

"Stop asking questions! I'll tell you later when we have time."

Small flinched. Buff looked at his watch. "I'm gonna go home. It'll be time for dinner soon."

"Yeah, me too." Tall said.

They all got up and left the room. They went to the room that the countries were in, and they put them all back into their cells. They left the hideout and headed for their houses.