A/N: Salutations! I shall keep my talking brief. I'm sorry I sound like Melissa. XD

Since a couple of my reviewers were thoroughly mind-screwed, and begging for more (not really, but that's beside the point) I decided to continue this some. I really need to work on the Video, my other fanfic, but I'm having a severe case of RWB (retarded writers block). I know how I will end it, but I can't think of anything stupid enough to lead up to it. It's kinda a cliché ending though, with a little funny twist. Oh well. :D

Btw, I think I noticed a trend in all of my RusAme fics… send me a message if you think you found it. Lol :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any characters affiliated with the series (No Scotland for me… Le sigh…). I don't own anything. .

If I did, oh, the fun I would have… The fun I would have…

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Alfred's Pov:

Light shot through the dimly lit bedroom I was imprisoned in. Flitting my eyes up subtly to see who was in the doorway, I sat silently. Hope glimmered like a flickering flame in my eyes when I humored the idea that maybe someone was going to save me. But, my breath hitched in fear as he glided across the room with overly confident strides. I shut my eyes again, to mask my fear. A suffocating air of smugness stunk from his body, and I internally cringed away. Luckily, I was pretending I was asleep. He crouched in front of my hunched form, cupping my face.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey daze~! Did you miss me my pooky bear?" Yong Soo cooed, rolling his thumb on my cheek in soothing circles. I knew better than to trust those hands. But I also knew what would happen if I didn't obey. So, I utilized my hidden ability that I never told anyone I had. The ability to act.

"I did. It's s-so cold and dark here without you... I don't-I just don't want you leaving me here" I replied meekly with a little yawn, batting my eyelashes with a perfect pout. It was partially true (I didn't know where the hell I was, and I was restrained completely), but the fact made me wanna barf. But I kept it up to save myself from harm. I wanted to pull off the 'Stockholm-Syndrome' victim act as well as possible. Most people thought I was a dumb-as-a-doorknob blonde, oblivious to "the atmosphere". But I knew better, and that reputation was what kept me from getting into bad situations, and also, it's what kept me alive in this claustrophobic prison. To my relief Yong Soo ate it up, and tilted his head as a grin broke out on his face. He thought I was being sincere, and guilt pooled in my stomach anyway. Even though the man kidnapped, drugged, and raped me repeated times. When I thought of that, it just went away immediately. His sickly sweet sigh reverberated throughout the room, as he continued to caress my face. With those same hands that would beat me, violate me, and humiliate me. I gave him my best I'm-so-sweet-and-I-think-I-love-you grin as I pseudo-melted into the touch, and he had enough balls to actually kiss me. If my hands and feet weren't bound to that damn bed, and I wasn't injected with paralysis-toxins, he'd be dead already.

"My sweet Alfie... I knew you'd fall for me eventually..." He whispered below his breath. Jumping up, he strolled over to the light switch, turned it on, and shut the door. Through the bright light revealed a simple room, set with a puke-green couch, a medium-sized TV, and a king sized bed (that I was currently tied up to. Naked). He locked the door with a special key, and a smirk played on his lips. He strode over to the landscape calendar, and marked off the date.

"What's today?" I chirped, belying my true feelings. Yong Soo chuckled, a smirk curling his lips. But I already knew. I always knew. I had been in that god-forsaken place for-

"-four years! Aren't you excited? It is our anniversary!" Yong Soo exclaimed, gathering me in his arms.

Ivan Pov:

"Ivan! What are you doing, aru!" Yao shrieked, shoving the papers off my desk onto the ground. I sighed, and Yao only pouted his ugly I-think-I'm-so-cute-and-I-want-my-way pout.

"I was reading. Why do you ask?" I gritted with my signature smile. Yao knew better, and tried to use that ugly pout of his. Oh, how I hated that pout. It only reminded me of my golden-haired beauty, and how his faces were perfect.

"You were reading another newspaper article about him, weren't you?" Yao asked rhetorically, and added, "Honestly, I don't know why you even care. He's been gone four years! Get over it. He's probably dead. Besides, I'm your boyfriend, not him." I sighed. He didn't understand that I didn't love him, or even feel anything for him at all. He just kind of found me, attacked me, and latched onto me like a poisonous leech. He was selfishly sucking the life out of me with every venomous word. Not like my little sunflower... Alfred's presence in a room could revitalize anyone. I reprimanded myself for not making my move sooner.

"But they haven't proven that Alfred's dead. Matvey thinks he's still alive." I replied, bending over to get my papers. This was getting old fast, and Yao was as stubborn as an old man.

"Whatever… I'm going to go make myself some dinner… you can fend for yourself, right, aru? Unless you want to join me…" Yao said smugly, before waddling out the door. He thought he was so sexy, so perfect, when he wasn't at all. But, his alliance with me would prove beneficial to my cause. Yao had enough audacity to wink at me, followed by a sickening laugh. I only sighed, and looked down at the newspaper clipping in my hand. His vibrant smile shrouded the faded paper in light, and warmth pooled in my chest. The newspaper clipping was a portal to happier times, when Alfred's smile was part of everyday life. Gingerly folding it, I set it into my desk drawer, which was usually locked with a key. Inside, thousands of pictures, articles, or anything Alfred-related was organized in neat piles, and I placed my current picture on top. I smiled to myself as I saw a cute picture of Alfred, dressed up as Superman, with him grinning dazzlingly. Another one, slightly obscured by the top one, was him grinning, snuggling with a mangy shelter dog. He may have been a bit loud, and a bit of a glutton, but he had a sweet heart.

"Alfred…" I whispered to the picture. Four years I have been searching. Originally, during college, I wanted to major in medicine, but now, all that has changed. After I finished college, I joined the FBI for one reason, and one reason only: To find Alfred. Manipulating Yao, bribing Mafioso's, and finding informants were all part of the plan. I didn't know Yao's exact role, but I knew he was in on it. Once I receive all my information, I will be able to answer the question that has been plaguing my mind.

"Where are you?"