East Timor POV

~Bit of a time skip~

I was laying on India's lap and he was holding me close. This spot was usually reserved for his sister, Pakistan, but she was healing from her last torture session somewhere so here I am. India was surprisingly pretty warm despite the cold temperature of this place. I was freezing so I tried getting as close to him as I could and in response he held me close.

Don't bother asking how we're doing, the answer will always be horrible. Other than Palestine, she might say something different.

Speaking of Palestine, she just threw Middle at a wall.

Middle landed on the floor with a harsh thud and groaned as he struggled to sit up. "What the frick..." He muttered.

"Don't fricking touch North." Palestine spat, her eyes full of malice.

North Korea was cowering in a corner behind the Palestinian. He was hugging himself tightly and whimpered as tears trickled down his cheeks. UN went to him and hugged him close.

Middle rose up and glared back at Palestine. "Back down, or else." He threatened.

Everyone was staring at the two fearfully. Well, everyone except for me. I'm pretty desensitized to stuff that happens in this place. Anyway, Palestine flipped Middle off in response to his threat.

"Fine then." Middle stomped out the room and slammed the door behind him.

Palestine went over to North and began to quietly talk to him. North was too shaken to respond, though he answered her questions through shaking his head and nodding.

"A-Are y'all alright?" Samoa asked.

"I'm fine, not sure about North, though." Palestine answered.

Suddenly the door burst open with all of our captors standing there: Middle, Buff, and Afghanistan glared into the room, Small looked nervous. Buff and Afghanistan marched over to Palestine and grabbed her arms and pulled her away. Palestine resisted in every way she could, and we could hear her shouts as she was dragged down the hall even when the door closed.

"...I have a really, really bad feeling." Soviet Union muttered.

He was right, since we soon heard Palestine's pained screams. Something was off about them, though. You see, since I was here the longest and have been through every faze of stuff our captors did, I've learned to discern what type of torture method or other horrible thing someone is going through just from the pitch of and how they're screaming. With this in mind, hearing Palestine's screams made something in my stomach sink, though I'm not sure why.

We painfully listened to her scream for a few good minutes before we heard a loud bang and she stopped.

Everyone tensed as we heard footsteps in the hall and something dragging. The door soon opened and Palestine was thrown into the room.

"P-Pale..? A-Are you okay?" Russia murmered.

"Don't bother trying to talk to her." Middle said, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"...Why?" Netherlands asked, gripping onto Belgium.

"Because," Buff stepped forward and turned Palestine over, revealing a bullet wound in her forehead, "she's dead."

Small POV

I was standing in shock in the hallway. My eyes were open and wide and tears streamed down my cheeks.

I listened to the wails, screams, yells, and sobbing of the captures. It didn't take long for me to start sobbing as well. I crumbled to the ground and sat up against the wall, my knees up to my chest as I covered my nonexistent ears to try and not hear the sorrow that I let cause. Flashes of memories flooded my head. Memories of me and Palestine. Memories of us and our friends before all of this. Before our lives got messy.

I sobbed more as a beautiful memory turned awful, her corpse staring at me, chanting: You're fault. You're fault. You're fault. You're fault. Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

I was yanked out of my mind's Hell when I felt a harsh slap. I put my hand up to it and saw...them... I can't even look at them the same. Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I join? Why? Why? WHY?

"Get yourself together, Small. She's not worth much, anyway. Not sure why you cared about her." Middle said coldly. He didn't care that I was in pain, he never cared.

I looked at Afghanistan and Buff. They never cared, either. Whenever I was upset they turned a blind-eye, yet when one of them was upset all of sudden everything gets dropped until they're fine again.

"C'mon, lets put the captives back in their cells. All except UN, I wanna have some fun." Afghanistan said.

~Time skip~

I was alone sitting in the main quarters on a chair. I thought about everything, and it all makes sense. They didn't care about me, they always found mr useless and annoying. Maybe at the start of this all they liked me but perhaps that was fake. Was it all fake?

I turned and stared at the exit door. Palestine's death was fresh on my mind still. I saw her reach out to me before being shot by Buff. Soon, one thing was on my mind, and one thing only.

I sprung up and burst through the door and sprinted through the area the hideout was in. My body was acting on it's own, but I'm not gonna stop it.

My hood fell down and my scarf fell off in my sprint. My face and flag were in full view to anyone who would happen to see me.

I soon reached a neighborhood and continued to sprint down the street. Where was I going? To the meeting building. I found out EU and the other organisations (even ex-organisations) were meeting there today.

Perfect.

It didn't seem to take long to reach the building. I ran up the steps and entered it. Running to the door and slamming the door open, the organisations inside turned and stared at me. I panted and caught my breath before straightening up and looking at them. There's no going back.

This is for you, Palestine.

EU stood up. "Syria? What are you-"

"Me, Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Mongolia kidnapped the missing countries."