Blood.
Pain.
Maniacal laughter.
These were things you were all too used to. Ever since your not so very resent kidnapping. It wasn't that the 2Ps hated you in any way. Much like their 1Ps they loved you very much; they tried their best to make you feel like the princess of their insanity.
"_____________~," a voice cooed in your ear. You didn't turn from your place in the rocking chair. The window you were looking out was your only connection to the outside world. You knew you had to have been held captive for several months as you watched the color of the leaves change from green to red. "You have to eat."
You turned your head to see 2P England, or as he preferred, Oliver. You shook your head already weak from the three days you hadn't eaten. Several times they had to put you on a feeding tube to keep you alive. This existence, yes existence because this wasn't living, was killing your soul.
He pouted, "But ___________~."
"Leave her alone ya freckled freak," Matthieu grunted dropping onto the couch, "just put her back on the tube."
"__________," he said rubbing your cheek with his thumb, "please eat for me?"
"Nnnn," you grumbled weakly moving your head from his hold.
Another part of the Allies entered the room with his bat already covered with another coat of fresh blood. "How is our little _________bird?" he smirked.
"She won't eat," Oliver whined, "make her eat Al!"
"It isn't nice to make people who love you worry ___________," Francois glared at you with a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.
You tried to open your mouth, but found there was nothing you could say that would make them feel remorse for taking you from your home.
"Don't you love us ________?" Oliver asked taking your hands in his. You realized just how cold your skin was.
"I…don't…know…"
Oliver giggled, "But you soon will ___________. We need our princess back."
"I'm not your princess," you mumbled.
"I think it is time that our princess spends time with me, da?" Nicholas (2p Russia) smiled picking you up bridal style and kissing your pale trembling lips. "Who do you want to kill today my dear __________."
You felt tears accumulate around the corners of your eyes, "P-please…I don't want to…please…no more…I can't…"
Nicholas frowned and sat down on the couch with you sitting on his lap, "Why not princess?"
Every time you watched one of the 2ps kill you'd lose part of your sanity. At the rate they were pushing you; it wouldn't be long before you would become one of them.
"I can't take it…not anymore…" you looked to Al with pleading eyes, "please kill me."
He snarled at you.
"Ollie…" you said using his favorite nickname from you, "please…I'm begging you."
He shook his head.
"Matthiu?"
The Canadian looked up from shining his hockey stick and his frown deepened.
"Yang?"
"Méiyou (no)," he snipped.
You looked to the half disinterested Frenchman, "Francois?"
Nothing.
Finally you looked up at Nicholas, "P-please…"
"No my little sunshine," he cooed, "you're stuck with us…forever."


And forever is an awfully long time…isn't it? Princess.........