Tall POV

Well that wasn't hard. Kidnapping Palestine was easier than I thought. After Middle disabled the lights in the locker room I managed to quickly grab Palestine, cover her mouth, and then take her to an area no one was at. I had pressed the cloth with chloroform on it onto her mouth and nonexistent nose.

By the time the lights were back on and everyone was freaking out, I had handed an unconscious Palestine to Middle in a secret hole to the male locker room. All the male countries had been quickly getting dressed to see what was happening or already were. No one had been paying attention to him, so Middle says, so he was able to take Palestine and hide her somewhere.

I felt someone hug me tightly. I looked down at them and saw Colombia. I could feel her trembling slightly. "I'm scared, [redacted]... I'm really scared..." She sniffed.

I hugged her and rubbed her back. "It's okay, Colombia. I'm sure nothing will happen to you." I said to her.

"B-But Ecuador got kidnapped! And so many other countries... How can you be sure that I won't be a target..?" Tears slid down her face.

I wiped them away. "It's gonna be alright. And trust me when I say this: nothing will happen to you."

Colombia wiped her remaining tears away. "O-Okay...I trust you..." She managed a smile. "Thank you..."

"No problem." I smiled back at her.

"I better find Venezuela..." Colombia waved goodbye and left the locker room.

I crossed my arms and began thinking of ways to get Palestine from the other locker room. I'll ask Middle about it later.

Buff POV

Wow, already? Jeez, they work fast. I don't even think I asked them to kidnap Palestine but I'll take it.

I was standing in the crowd as the male countries asked the female ones questions while others rushed off to either search for Palestine or tell some authority figure. I went to the back of the crowd and stretched my wings. I noticed Small at the back also. He didn't seem to notice me.

Something about Small looked...off. He wasn't acting like he was worried or nervous, that's for sure. He actually looked nervous.

I shrugged it off and flapped my wings a bit. Small's always been nervous recently. I'm sure it's nothing.

I mean, it's not like I care, anyway.

Nonetheless, I tapped him on the shoulder and he flinched. "[Redacted], you okay?" I asked him.

Small looked up at me. "Uh..yeah..! I'm fine..." He looked away.

I could tell something was wrong. Fortunately for me, I don't give two craps about how he's feeling so I just shrugged and pretended to not notice. "Alright then."

I walked back to where I was and leaned against the wall. I soon heard quick footsteps down the hallway and turned to them. Third Reich was running down with two teachers close behind him, Mr. Hound and Mrs. Applebloom.

Mrs. Applebloom rushed into the female locker room while Mr. Hound asked everyone questions. I pretended to not know what was going on when he got to me. Soon enough, he moved on to someone else.

~Timeskip~

Annnd school's over. Yay. Time to go to the hideout. I checked my text messages and saw that Middle had told me he and Tall might be a little late. I put my phone away and started walking home. "Hey! [Error]!"

Oh god. I turned my head towards the voice and saw Kazakhstan running up to me. "Hey!" He said when he reached me. "How are you?"

Seriously? That's what he comes to me for. I just stared at him. "Why do you want to know?" I frowned slightly.

"I just want to know how you are." Kazakhstan replied, smiling that annoying smile.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I'm fine. Now leave me alone." I turned away.

"You doing anything tonight?"

My fricking- Does this kid not get the hint?! I glared at him. "Yes. In fact, I'm very busy tonight. Go back to your siblings and father and leave me alone!"

Kazakhstan looked at me in surprise. "Okay, jeez... Just wanted to check on you since you looked upset." He walked away.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking. Stupid country. This is why I'm not having kids. Why must I interact with so many countries? Heck, some of my allies are countries I don't even like.

Once I made it to my house and put my disguise on and climbed out a window, making sure no one was watching. I spread my wings and flew through the forest to the hideout. I took the key out and unlocked the door, walking inside. I closed and locked it behind me.

I began walking down the long hallway to the meeting room. It didn't take long to reach it, and I went inside.

Turns out I'm the first one here. No surprise, Middle told me he and Tall would be late; they're probably getting Palestine. Small is never the first one here, anyways.

I sat down at the table and took out my notebook. Most of the names on here were crossed out. I looked at the recent names I wrote down: Soviet Union, Martial Law, Italy, Japan, and UN. I decided to scratch Italy and Japan's names out. Didn't have a reason, just changed my mind.

I pulled out a pencil and began thinking. What countries do I despise and which should I put on? Or maybe I should just pick a random country to be kidnapped because why not? I thought for a bit before pressing the lead onto the paper and writing, "Republic of Finland."

Middle POV

That took a bit. Palestine was now in her cell and Tall and I were walking to the meeting room. Took a bit longer than expected and we almost got caught, but we made it.

Tall opened the door and I walked inside. Small and Buff were already there, sitting in silence. "Hey you two." I greeted, removing my hoodie.

"Hey Middle. Finally got here, huh?" Buff asked.

"Yeah. Took a bit longer than expected but we got her." Tall and I sat down.

"So uh...what's the point of this meeting again..?" Small asked.

"We could review things, talk about which country to torture cause why not, or new victims." I answered.

"Oh! That reminds me. Tall, have you thought about kidnapping Soviet?" Buff asked.

Tall frowned. "I'm still thinking about it."

"Aw come on! You've been thinking about it for weeks now!"

"I need time."

Buff crossed his arms. "I don't see why you're so hung up on your ex. It's obvious he hates and wants nothing to do with you."

"I am aware!"

"Then let us kidnap him!"

"No!"

"That's enough." I interjected. "No more arguing. If Tall needs more time to think about it, then so be it. I'm not actually sure myself, being honest."

Buff groaned. "Can we talk about something else?" Small asked.

I shrugged. "Sure."

"Should we torture anyone today?" Tall asked.

"Of course we should. Just need to decide who." I replied.

"How about Palestine? She's new." Buff suggested.

"I'm not feeling up for Palestine today. Maybe tomorrow."

"Hm...Timor-Leste maybe?" Tall asked.

"No!" Small shouted.

We stared at him. "Why not?" I asked.

"U-Uh...b-because we tortured him on Saturday!" Small said.

"That's true..." Buff said.

"Okay then... How about Pakistan?" Tall leaned back.

"Pakistan seems like a good choice. She hasn't been tortured in a while." I said.

"Okay. Tall, get Pakistan from her cell." Buff looked at Tall.

Tall got up and left the room. "Small, Buff, come help me set up the devices." I got up and left the room with them behind me.

Fiji POV

I sat hugging my knees with my back against the wall. I sighed. We're never gonna get out of here... The police and other countries won't ever find us. It'll just be endless torture until death.

Tears slid down my cheeks. I barely noticed them. I have cried so much that when my tears appear I don't even notice.

Why? Why did I have to forget that one jug of milk? If I hadn't I wouldn't even be here. I'd be home. In my comfy bed. I'd be hanging out with my friends and laughing happily.

But I'm here. Getting tortured with no mercy. I no longer fear death. In fact, that's what I want right now. To die. Dying will lay me at rest. It will free me from this place. I'll no longer feel pain...

My thoughts were cut off when I heard Pakistan start sobbing. She was begging for something. I pressed my nonexistent ear against the wall to hear slightly better. "Please no! I don't want to be hurt, please!" She begged.

The person with her didn't say anything. I heard what sounded like dragging. Pakistan was shouting, sobbing, and begging. I heard India start to yell for whoever it was to leave his sister alone.

My teeth started to clench. I didn't want Pakistan to be tortured but I knew she was going to anyway. 'India, stop calling...' I thought as I listened to the siblings. 'India stop or you're gonna get it, too...'

I eventually heard the door to Pakistan's room slam shut. I heard her sobbing steadily become distant as she was dragged away to the point I couldn't hear her anymore.

A few minutes pass. I hear another door open. It was in the direction of the Pakistan's room, what it wasn't her room. It was India's. I listened to the Indian try to struggle against whoever dragged him out of his room.

I sighed to myself. I knew what was coming for those two, and I felt bad for them. I feel bad for everyone here.

What did we do to deserve this?