Russia POV

"You...you really..." I wasn't able to form a sentence, I was so shocked.

Soviet sadly chuckled. "Yeah...but they'll be gone soon..."

I looked towards the door and saw that it was closed again. I heard fast footsteps in the hallway and my heart sunk. My first ever time seeing my father's wings and they get ripped away so quickly.

As expected, the door burst open and Buff and his friends rushed in, heading for Soviet. "Your wings are beautiful, Dad..." I murmered before they reached us.

"Спасибо, Россия... (Thank you, Russia...)" Soviet kissed my forehead before being yanked away. He didn't resist as he was dragged out of the room.

"...What the frick..." East Timor stammered when the door slammed shut.

"I-Is North Korea okay?" Pakistan struggled to sit up. India helped her and had her lean on him.

North!! I completely- FRICK!

I gasped softly and rushed to where North lay. I immediately noticed that the spot that collided with the wall was bleeding. "H-He's bleeding!" I stuttered and tried to sit him up.

Everyone began panicking. Samoa arm-crawled to the door and began banging on it in a sequence, soon stopping. Quick and soft footsteps rushed to it and the door opened. Small stood there and looked around. "What's going on?" He asked.

"North, he's- H-He's hurt!" I cried.

Small rushed in - not forgetting to close the door behind him - and crouched down beside North. "I can treat him, but you probably won't see him for a bit. Is that alright?" He asked, already beginning to scoop North up in his arms.

"Да...да, (Yes...yes,) th-that's alright..."

Small nodded and carried North out of the room. I sighed softly and leaned against the wall. Sadly, this is just a normal day in this place.

I can't wait to get out of here. That is, if the remaining countries and organisations find us.