Where I went - Chapter 10

"Russia!" England tried to yell but more whispered from fear. "Let me go now! You git!"

"No, da." Russia said with striking smile as he pulled England down the dark unknown hall.

"What did you do to America? What did you do to my America!" The Brit said as tears filled his eyes. "Let him go and I'll ..." He thought for a moment. "I'll..."

Russia interrupted sharply. "I don't want anything of yours. You would be no use to me, England."  Russia forced England into a dark small room. He slammed the metal door, leaving a boom sound into the icy air.

England fell to his knees. "What do you want then? What are you using America for?" England slowly stood to his feet. He watched Russia with angry eyes through the little bar window in the door.

"My own little game, da! I'll rule the world with the World power by my side." Russia grew a smirk a crossed his pale face. His purple eyes glowed with happiness in the darkness.

England could see the happiness and joy in the Russians expression. ... "R-rule the w-world?" England  said with an uneven tone.

"Yes, da! You heard me." Russia's smile grew bigger before walking away to meet his new American.

England shivered before sitting on the ground. He wiped some of his tears before crying again.

"England?" A familiar accent called out from the dark corner of the room.

"F-France?" The Englishman asked, holding his tears back from falling. "Russia got you too?"

"America ... America did. He's the one that caught me." France stood up then walked over to England. He sat down beside England, wiping his tears off of his scared face. "England, please don't be scared."

England didn't realize it till now. He was scared. For himself, France and America. He even felt slightly scared for Belarus. "I-I'm sorry." He couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He cried once again but this time into the Frenchman's shirt.

France tightly hugged the crying other. He kept his tears to himself. He stroked the other's back to calm him down, even slightly. "Shhh...."

"This is my fault. I didn't protect him. I-"

France put a hand over England's mouth. Knowing that he could of ranted all night about it was his fault. "England, this isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself."

"But we failed to save  him in time."

"Not exactly. We still have time, right? Your timer didn't go off yet." France added.

"I guess your ri-" Right then and there the two hear a soft beep come from England's watch. More tears ran down England's face. "Times up." England managed to say with little mumbles. He took a hold of his watch, he squeezed it tightly before throwing the watch to the brickwall, smashing into tiny pieces.  "Times up. It's over. There is no saving him."


TBC