arrives at his house kicking the door opened.

sitting in the living room calmly waiting.

"Where is he?" is so pissed right now, This time he has a gun, and points it at him.

looks at him, face a mask of calm. "I'm not telling, not while you have that." Nods toward the gun.

groans and drops the gun on the floor. "Just let me take him back home."

takes his time getting up and walking over to pick the gun up. "Now, who said anything about that?" asks curiously.

"Please... he did nothing to you, we're even!" has no idea about what happened to Natalia.

raised his eyebrow. "Oh really? You would consider almost raping my sister to be nothing?"

narrows his eyes. "Denmark would never do that. That bitch throws herself at him since forever, he has no interest in her."

scoffs. "'That bitch' hates his guts and would not throw herself at him. I suppose that is his excuse for all the times he has hurt her?_

Either way, I was the one who found her, bleeding on the side of the road after he did it. I may lie about somethings, but this is not one_

of them."

smirks, he knows better. "Yeah? Sad thing is I don't lie. Specially when I say this about her. Where is he?"

beckons. "Come along." Leads him to the basement where Denmark is chained to the wall.

his neck chained to the wall, his hands and feet tied with a strong rope and silvertape covering his mouth. He has two bullet holes in his

stomach, and many deep cuts on his neck and face. Some like the one on his cheek, is so deep you can see his bones. His head is dropped to

the side, unconscious still, and his skin is pale. The infection from bacterias happening on his hospitals is starting to affect him yoo.

too**

closes and locks the door behind them as they enter the room where Denmark is being kept, hiding the key on his person.

like he's about to cry, but doesn't. He takes some steps towards Denmark and raises a hand to touch him, but is scared he might hurt him_

even more. Slowly, feeling his blood boil, he turns to Russia. "Let him go, you fucking sick bastard!"

shakes his head. "Nyet, I will not."

"What?"

chuckles, a hint of insanity slipping through. "Do you think I would go through all this trouble just to let him get off so easily for his_

crimes?"

coughs a bit, but doesn't move. His blood pressure is low and he has some fever too, thank to the bacterias.

turns to him, touching his shoulder lightly where it's not hurt. "Danmark, wake up, please..." then turns to Russia and glares. "You got_

your revenge, now let him go!"

doesn't move.

continues laughing. "This? This is hardly fitting revenge. He hurt someone precious to me, so now it's his turn to watch someone precious_

be hurt." Advances on Norway threateningly.

takes a step back. "Don't you dare!" is still hurt from last fight. "You hurt two precious people for him, he hurt one precious person for_

_you, you're even!" turns to him. "Danmark!"

grabs his wrist, his grip vice-like. "This isn't for me. This is for Natalia. I will take Natalia's revenge."

coughs again, panting, and slowly starts to open his eyes. Everything is spinning, and he can't think straight, but his eyes open wide when

he sees Russia grabbing his wrist. His whole body hurts, but he starts to struggle, groaning.

"She's a grown up, she can take her revenge, let us go!" tries to get away from his grip and turns to Denmark, desperate to get him out.

tosses a smirk in Denmark's general direction. "So, what did you do to my sister, scum? Did you beat her?" Punches Norway repeatedly with_

his free hand.

keeps struggling and groaning, jerking his head forward as much as the chain lets him, spilling nonsense as he tries to get the silvertape

off his mouth.

tries to get free of Russia's grip, as he punches his stomach back, kicking his knee.

throws Norway against the wall, delivering a swift kick to the side while he was down before stepping on his chest. Addresses Denmark. "You_

must have beat her a lot, she was quite bruised."

glares at him, crawling forward and towards them, struggling still and trying to get rd of the ropes, but the more he struggles, the more_

hurt he gets.

out of breath for a minute there when Russia steps on his chest, and turns to Denmark. "Don't!"

he raises his leg and kicks Russia's balls.

bends over in pain. "You little bastard!" he snaps, cursing in Russian. Purposely falls so that his knees crash into Norway's chest and_

stomach.

yells, jerking forward and widening his eyes as he chain pulls him back. He keeps struggling, glaring at Russia and insisting on moving

closer. "t'k'm''n't'd'b'tr'd!" spits.

groans in pain and punches him, but gets distracted by Denmark. "STOP moving, you idiot! You're hurting yourself even more!"

shrugs widely, and moves closer, decided to protect him.

smirks at Denmark, because he knows they are out of his reach. Straddles Norway and takes out a knife. "And you cut her..." stabs Norway in_

arm.

frowns, winicing a bit at his lover's pain. He starts to shake his body really hard, almost spasming, and while that is hurting him to no

end, he hopes he'll get Russia's attention with it and make him free him. Or enough to get Norway to kick him away.

winces in pain when he is stabbed, and punches Russia's nose, trying to cause him some more pain, while kicking him to free himself.

takes the punch, feeling his nose start to bleed. Twists the knife in Norway's arm in retaliation. Couldn't care less about Denmark, hopes_

he's in a lot of pain.

keeps jerking his body around, groaning and trying to get as loud as possible. Thuds and noises from the chain filling the room, along with

screams muffled by the tape.

closes his eyes, in pain, and doesn't move anymore, just turns his head to the side and tells Denmark to PLEASE stop hurting himself even_

more! Way more concerned about the other than himself.

rather likes the tortured sounds Denmark is making. Runs his fingers lazily through Norway's hair. "So comrade, what else was it you did?_

You tried to rape her, did you not?" Hands go for Norway's pants.

frowns, letting out a groan as he struggles more. He doesn't even care he's hurt anymore, all he wants to get his husband free from the damn

Soviet and whatever sick intentions he has.

goes pale when he realizes what Russia's intentions are. "Get off me!" uses his good hand to try to push him away. "Don't touch me!"

stops moving and looks at Denmark. "So tell me the truth, scum. Were you really going to do that to her? And don't lie, or I will do it."_

Voice is deadly cold.

shakes his head hard, the chain even tingling from it, as he struggles a bit more, eyes wide open.

struggles to get Russia off him, terrified to be touched.

stares at Denmark, eyes narrowed as he searches his face, both trying to figure out the other man and drag the terrifying uncertainty out._

Finally, punches Norway in the face, and roughly yanks the knife out of his arm. "I believe you, comrade. But there is still much pain to_

be made up." Stabs Norway again.

closes his eyes in relief, but soon shakes his head and stares at him, struggling still. He can't handle his love being beaten like that.

screams in pain, still scared Russia might touch him. Feels tears start to form in his eyes, but holds back, trying not to move or cry.

curls away a bit, the pain far too much from all the struggling. He lets out a cough, the bacterias attacking again, and drops down, as

everything starts spinning again. He is still afraid Russia'll touch him, but simply can't struggle anymore.

laughs as Denmark gives up and punches Norway again. "No fight" punch. "little whore?" punch. "How boring." punch. "You and your husband."_

punch. "Are both such weak sluts." punch.

punches his chest, just wants this to over fast, to take care of Denmark. "Denmark and I are not you little sister to be called whore_

and slut. She's the real slut here! Or you think she didn't orgasm just thinking it was Denmark touching her?" punches his nose again.

like vomiting, but only coughs, blood staining the tape. He can't move much anymore, as the pain is too big, and small tears come from his

eyes.

hisses at the pain. "This is not true!" Stabs him in the chest. "Natalia hates him!" Stabs him again. "He is always rude to her!" Slashes_

at his face. "Tell him the truth!" snaps at Denmark, not caring that he can't talk because of the tape.

chuckles, but simply looks down at the tape, then back at him, shrugging.

winces in pain and chuckles. "I guess she likes it rough, then."

screams in frustration, burying the knife in Norway's shoulder. Gets up and brutally rips the tape of Denmark's mouth, slapping him across_

the face.

"Tell him the truth!" yells in rage.

's eyes span wide with the pain, and his head simply drops to the side as he vomits on the floor, some mixture of blood and bile. "She..."

he tries to talk, but this only makes him vomit more. "..hates me.." chuckles as he finishes, then looks up. "C'mon, is that all? Really,

why did you bring him here? Your problem is with me, so be a man and solve with *me*!" roars. "Leave min mand out of this!"

(min mand = my husband)

meanwhile, takes the knife off his shoulder and silently stands up, slowly following Russia, and while Denmark talks, he stabs_

Russia's lower back, and then again, and again, and repeatedly, in pain, knowing he will be knocked out soon.

roars in pain, turn and backhands Norway. Grabs his neck and lifts him off of the floor. "Your problem was with me as well, comrade,"_

snaps at Denmark. "Yet you hurt Natalia. An eye for an eye, da?"

laughs, struggling again. "I hurt her, yet look at him! He's far worse than her!" snaps, yelling at him. "Really, the soviet bitch asked

for it, or do you think I forced her to badmouth my daughter and my husband so I could punch her?! Quit it!"

knees all he can, trying to punch him, but wincing in pain every time he tries. "Let Danmark go, you sick commie! You should put a leash on_

_that whore in a maid dress, or you think she wears that because she's innocent? She's the one picking up fights!"

tightens his grip on Norway's neck. "Natalia is a good girl. She doesn't deserve such harsh words. Learn to speak more nicely, Nordic slut!"

"YOU WATCH HOW YOU TALK ABOUT HIM!" raises his voice, not caring about how painful this is. "Don't you call him a slut! Just admit that your

sister is not that innocent and let. Us. Go!"

winces and chuckles bitterly, speaking in a low tone. "May I know why you're calling ME a slut when it's YOUR sister who just needs a few_

extra spoons of sugar to be kissed?" smirks at this. "And really? Me? A slut? Why would you say that when the only one I sleep with is_

the man I'm married to? Maybe it's because you know how much of a attention whore she is, you even ran away to avoid marrying her!"

*an

completely snaps. Pulls the gun he confiscated from Norway and cocks it against his head. "Such a stupid child... Both mother and child._

Denmark must be a bad father, not teaching his loved ones to not be stupid, yes... Maybe I should rearrange mother's brains, help her think_

better, da...? Would that not be good? I think it would, da, it would indeed."

narrows his eyes. "Ivan..." calls him, voice dead cold. "Lower that weapon and let us go..." coughs, holding back a vomit. "We're more than

beaten... Stop it, you've had enough." sighs, vomiting on the floor again. "Fine, she's not a whore, bastard, can I fucking go now?!"

just glares at him, his breathing difficult from the hand on his neck.

glares at Denmark. "I don't think you've learnt your lesson..." cocks the gun. "Convince me."

smiles. "What do you want me to say, Ivan?" shakes his head. "Look at me... I have two bullets holes,deep cuts, even talking hurts right

now... Look at my face, if I smile... It won't be the same, you see, the cuts.." smiles a bit. "They're twice deeper than her's. Let us go."

narrows his eyes. "This, and you would be nothing without us. Our men populated you. Let. Us. Go."

drops Norway to the ground, shooting him in the leg before exiting. They keys to free Denmark are on the wall near the door, and he leaves_

the door open behind him.

sighs, letting himself drop down on the floor, not caring if he got his face dirt with his own vomit, he's just glad he can chill now. "

"Norge..." mumbles, looking at him, and smiles a bit.

limps to the door, grabs the keys and frees Denmark, dials the hospital, and tries to help him up. "Can you walk?" asks;

shakes his head. "sorry...short..distances...yes." hums, slowly standing up, clinging to him. "Ah, it's spinning..." closes his eyes.

"Sit down, the ambulance will arrive soon, I told them we're down here." winces in pain.

nods and sits down, but soon drifts off again, face stained with blood and vomit. His skin as pale as ever.

relieved when the ambulance arrives and takes them to the hospital.