Well howdy people~! I'm sorry for this extreme lateness. I keep forgetting about some of my stories because I am working my ass off on a Russia/America story. It was only meant to have four or five chapters but it looks like there will be plenty more. As for this, someone has guessed the movie correctly which makes me happy but pissy.

I give them a free potato. And just because I cannot be bothered with waiting to tell you until the end now, just incase I do not complete this out of boredom, I shall tell you the name of the movie. But don't worry, it will be completed because I may be a procrastinator but I always finish what I start. Call me… Greece… Mmm… sleepy… and my cat is taunting me. I just know it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you are enraged at this complete lateness, then for this time ONLY I shall let you rant and rave at me in reviews. And I'll probably reply… but I'm still a procrastinator.

The movie is… (Suspenseful moment)…

Blade; Trinity

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Anthony Silver smiled down at their silent captive. They had finally captured West. His boss stood beside him, also grinning.

Germany… or "West" to the human's and his bruder was held to a metal chair by locked metal bands. His trench coat and vest were on the metal table behind him. He could see in the observation mirror in front of him.

Right now he sat only in his leather army boots, his leather pants and a black t-shirt.

"You must think you're pretty tough right now, don't you…?" Anthony's boss smirked at the captive. "Sitting there, thinking that you can say nothing…"

"So how many people have you killed…?" Anthony asked, getting straight to the point.

Germany looked up at them and then around the room a bit. "1482…" He said looking over his shoulder at the metal door. "But they were all Soviets… they weren't honest people." He said.

"The Soviets don't Fucking Exist anymore you psychotic Freak! You're a Sick Ass Fuck!"

"Let's leave that to the experts shall we…?"

Now standing in the doorway was the man known as Dr. Eduard. The psychiatrist.

The two FBI agents left the room with and irritable sigh and Germany looked down. He didn't want to see the man that would deem him crazy or not.

The door closed and this "doctor" Sat down in front of Germany.

"So… Tell me, West isn't your real name, is it…?"

Germany frowned. "And what if it isn't?"

"Hmmm… can you tell me what year it is…?"

Germany ignored him, counting the seconds which this idiot would stop speaking.

"How about the president…? Can you tell me who's in the white house right now…?"

6 seconds… "An Asshole…"

"Hmm, let me guess. You want to talk about the Soviets. You know it's just silly nonsense. They don't exist anymore. Kids on the street play Soviets versus capitalist today like cops and robbers…"

That voice sounded highly familiar.

Germany looked up to see the other's smiling face, eyes twinkling behind glass frames.

"Estonia…"

The other boy stood up and fetched a needle and serum from his bag before returning.

"Your mistake wasn't joining up with us all those years ago Germany. Even your brother was a Soviet for a time… But we're working on fixing that… Did you know he escaped six months ago…?"

Germany snarled at the other male but then the needle was stabbed into his neck and things started going fuzzy.

"Don't worry Germany… If the humans had their way, then you'd be having death by lethal injection. We're giving you a chance to live and join us…"

Estonia smiled and left the room.

Meanwhile Germany was left with the drug to take over his body.

"I hate… the Soviets…"

/

Belarus entered the building in an official suit. Behind her was Ukraine, Denmark and a few expendable humans.

She smiled at the receptionist and said that they were there to escort 'West' to a high security mental institution. They were let through easily enough and they took the elevator up to the hall that lead to Germany's cell.

They barged straight into the room without any care.

"Wow… Oh my god, its West guys. It is such an honor; I've always wanted to meet you." She put on a fake show for the cameras. She walked over and sat in his lap, one arm around his shoulders and she rubbed his chest. "I like your crucifix… does it mean anything…?" She rolled her eyes, hissing the word 'stupid' to her self. She noticed Germany's apparent fatigue and put on a worried face. "Oh my goodness… are you alright…? Do you need help…?" She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "It's over Germany. You think you can stop us now." She stood up and took a few steps away from him. "No one's coming to help you now."

Suddenly, the mirror shattered as one of their soviet humans were thrown through it. Another man leapt through and landed on his feet with a cocky grin.

There was a visitor's sticker on his bullet proof vest that said,

Hello, I'm

FUCK YOU.

"Evening Ladies." He grinned and Belarus snarled.

"It's Prussia!"

The albino grinned before pulling a pistol out of his belt and he began firing shots. Ukraine dodged and fled the room with two body guards, the two remaining humans fell dead each with a bullet between their eyes.

Prussia pulled some device out of his pocket and clipped it into Germany's mouth.

"Wake up West! This is your rescue."

He left the blonde and pointed his pistol at Belarus. She hissed at him and spun out of the way, fleeing after her sister. Prussia shot Denmark in the shoulder and he fell backwards before picking himself up and storming over to the albino.

He punched Prussia in the jaw and he dropped his gun. He went to make a grab for it but Denmark picked him up by his throat and held him up against the wall, intent on choking the life out of him.

Trying to pry the vice grip away from his throat with one hand, Prussia used his other to reach out desperately for his gun, just inches from his reach.

Meanwhile, still in the chair, Germany registered the device with the little mouthpiece. It was unlike anything he'd encountered before, a new and foreign object. Yet his instinct told him to bite down on the mouth piece and he did.

There was a little noise of the device charging up and a serum of some sort was released.

His eyes widened and his pupils dilated to very small. The device fell to the floor and he flexed his muscles. He felt his strength return and he pulled at the metal bands that bound his arms.

There was little strain and they snapped.

He stood up and looked at Denmark icily before walking over and pulling him off of the albino, throwing him through a wall.

Prussia landed on the ground coughing and clutching his throat. He looked up at his brother.

"Go." Germany said and Prussia nodded, snatching up his gun and running out the door.

The blonde walked over to the metal table and pulled his vest and coat on and was somewhat happy to see that his guns were there as well. He chuckled. Human's had the oddest idea of evidence.

He equipped his weapons and ran out after Prussia, catching up to him down the other end of the hall.

"Hungary!"

Germany turned to see a young woman round the corner in a leather outfit. She was panting from exertion.

"This way!" She said and they ran after her.

About three turns later, the way they had to go was blocked off by the Squad team and the other was blocked by the Soviets.

As soon as both teams saw the trio round the corner, they started firing so they pulled back and the two teams just started firing at one another.

Prussia went to say something but when he looked to his brother he saw the blonde pulling himself up into a vent and leaving them behind as he closed the grate.

"Where is he going? Where the FUCK is he going?"

Hungary shrugged.

"This is supposed to be a rescue!" Prussia whined.

But a second later they had to focus on the problem at hand. The Soviets had taken care of most of the Squad team and had begun making their way towards them.

"I can't shoot around corners…" Prussia stated.

"I can…" Hungary said and she unzipped her sleeves so that they were open from the shoulder to the cuff, leaving her arms more free to move. Then she pulled a bow off of her back and locked it with an arrow before standing and firing it at the soviets.

As she did this, Prussia threw himself at the floor and used both of his pistols to take care of the rest of the Squad team.

The soviets saw Hungary's arrow and darted around the corner. It looked as if it were going to hit the door, but it pinged off the metal handle and impaled a man in the shoulder half way down the other hall.

He cried out and fell to the ground and Denmark stopped to inspect him. The guy pulled the arrow out and his eyes widened in fear. The Dane saw it and left hurriedly as son there was a small explosion behind him, but he was already gone.

Another one of the Soviet's became consumed by fear and locked himself in a supply closet but an arrow came through the door and his chest. There was another explosion.

Hungary and Prussia were graced with a few seconds to breath before they turned and ran into a small door that led to the flights of stairs. They were on the eighth floor up out of ten and began bolting down the stairs.

They thought they were going to make it as they ran through the lobby and out into open air.

That is, until the building was surrounded by police. Prussia held his hands up in surprise reaction.

"Pussy." Hungary hissed at him. He glared at her.

Glass shattered outward from the tenth floor high above them and a figure fell down, landing behind them with a crack as the pavement was split.

Germany smiled at them.

"Forgot my sword." He explained and quickly flashed the katana.

But even if he had his sword, they hadn't much hope for escaping this predicament.

And then some loud R&B/Hip Hop music floated to their ears with a booming base and a silver sports wagon sped on towards them, the driver obviously not caring about etiquette as he drove straight through the police barrier and came to a skidding halt behind them and the song finished. A blonde figure stood up through the sunroof and punched his hands into the air.

"Whoo~!" He cried out happily before seeing their situation. "C'mon." He said and the three ran to the car. The police were too shocked to do anything, though several started firing shots as the wagon drove away at a relaxed speed.

"America…?" Germany said and the other blonde nodded with his glasses frames, only one side having a panel of glass.

Prussia was in the front seat beside him and Germany was with Hungary in the back when Prussia saw through his rearview mirror that someone was chasing after them and they were a nation as they were catching up fast.

"I'll leave this to you Sugar~" Prussia grinned and Hungary pulled out a normal metal arrow and knocked it into her bow before firing straight, hitting Denmark square in the left eye. The figure fell backwards as if he merely slipped on a banana peel.

"Nice shot babe~" Prussia teased and Hungary whacked him over the back of the head.

Germany just looked at them incredulously. America laughed and put his music back on.

/

Yeaha~ So there you have it. My mega escape scene! And the only bit I wanted to write in this chappie was Prussia's entry. Whoo Baby~! Oh! And America's. And that's about it. The rest is just tappa tappa tappa on the keyboard with a listless mind~!

3'en you all~

Prussian Mongrel