North Korea was tossed into his cell, the door immediately closing afterwards. He was still unconscious, surprisingly enough.

Buff left the room and locked the door behind him. He stretched his wings and began walking to the meeting room. Upon entering, he was happily greeted and hugged by Afghanistan. He smiled and pat her head. "Finally, you're back." Middle turned. Small had his head on the table.

"What's up with him?" Buff asked, staring at the shortest there.

"He's been like this since he got here - won't say anything. We've just been ignoring him." Middle shrugged. "How was getting those two?"

"Surprisingly easy. It's just putting UN into his cell that caused a bit of trouble." Buff sat down in his seat.

"How?" Afghanistan leaned back in her chair with a brow raised.

"He woke up as I was leaving and tried to get out. Struggled a bit since he's pretty strong. North Korea on the other hand, he's out. Hasn't woken up yet."

"How did you knock em out?" Middle asked.

"With a bat. North's face when I got UN was funny."

Middle chuckled. "Okay, so, we've got the one country that'd set a whole bunch of countries off. UN is a great bonus."

"A really great bonus. Everyone will be panicking!" Afghanistan remarcked.

"What do you think, Small?" Middle asked.

Small shrugged and didn't say anything. Buff rolled his eyes. "Small, are you even gonna participate it in this?"

"No. I'll check on the captives so I can give y'all some breathing space." Small stood up and briskly left, light stomps echoing down the hall.

"Wonder what's gotten into him." Afghanistan murmered.

"He'll be fine. Anyways, what should our next move be?" Buff asked.

"I guess we just lay low for a bit. Spend some time together and have fun with the captives; how does that sound?" Middle leaned back in his seat.

"Sounds good," Buff stretched with a sigh. "I needed a rest."

"Lets wait for Small to come back so we can tell him." Afghanistan smiled.

Meanwhile, Small was checking in on the one of the newest captures, UN. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He turned and saw the organisation sitting in a corner, knees up to his chest and crossed arms. He glared at the country. "...How you doi--"

"Shut it." UN snapped.

Small sighed. "Look, just... It needed to be done..."

"What needed to be done? Please, enlighten me. Convince me that what your doing is for a good cause."

Small stayed silent. He looked away. UN scoffed. "'Course you can't..."

Small sighed. "Well, at least let me have a look at your head.."

"And why should I trust you? For all I know, you could be hiding a knife ready to slit my neck!"

"I'd never do that!" Small yelled. "Just let me help!"

UN wrapped his wings around himself. "Go frick yourself."

Small huffed but felt a bit of guilt. He pulled out some bandage wraps and gauze and gently slid them into the cell before leaving. He hurried to North Korea's room and went inside.

Small heard the Korean groan upon entering. He shut the door behind him and opened the cell. North was laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were glazed over and he was in obvious pain.

Small hurried to him and began treating the wound he had. Luckily, where the blood was actually coming from wasn't that bad a wound. Small counted up the pain to the splitting headache he must have from being hit in the head with a bat.

Once he finished patching North's wound, he stood up and left. There wasn't really anything he could do about the headache; at least, anything he could do that wouldn't end in him getting caught. North's soft whimpers could be heard until Small shut the door.

The country leaned against the wall and put his head in his hands. His brain was filled with all sorts of different thoughts, and he didn't know which to do or ignore. "Stop it, stop it..." Small pat his head. "We know what we're doing... Yeah... Y-Yeah..."

After a minute of this, he shook his head. He began heading back to the others with a troubled look on his face, though it's not like they'd care.

"Hey, Small." Middle greeted when he entered the room. "How are the captives?"

"Same as always." Small sat in his seat.

"Good. Okay, we decided that we're gonna lay low for a bit. Gonna spend some time together as well as have fun with those unfortunates; what do you think?"

"That...sounds great! Great idea!" Small forced a smile on.

"Glad you agree. Come back next week on Tuesday, guys. I wanna research something to show you." Middle stood up and opened the door.

Afghanistan and Middle left. "See ya, Middle!" They waved goodbye.

Middle looked at the last country in the room, still sat in his seat. "Small? Are you going?"

"Middle, are we...doing the right thing..? What's the reasoning behind all this..?" Small asked, eyes trained onto the table in front of him.

Middle hummed. "There's really no reason. This all started for fun, and it's still for fun. Nothing more."

"How...why did you begin doing this?" Small's voice got quieter.

"I just--"

"How is torturing innocent countries fun?! Making them suffer? What did they do?" Small stood and faced his leader.

Middle frowned. "Look, Small. You joined on your own, no one forced you to. I told you what you were getting yourself into, yet you still agreed. I know you're not about to turn on us, right?"

Small avoided eye-contact. He sighed. "N-No, Middle... I'm not going to betray you guys... I've just.." He pursed his lips together. UN would get in trouble if he said that.

"Good," Middle ignored the last part. "'Cause if you were, you'll surely regret it."

The taller swiftly turned and left, slamming the door behind him. Small stood in the empty room, alone with his thoughts. He shakily sighed. "Everything will be okay... Middle's right. He's always right.. I joined on my own, I got myself into this.. We find this fun... It doesn't matter if they're innocent, they were picked..

This is perfectly fine...

Right?"