Repairing Our Relationship

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Middle POV

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--

Uhm...

I definitely wasn't panicking just now.

And I definitely am not pouring all my tears onto the table in front of my friends.

Buff, Tall, and Small stared at me as I cried. "Uh...Middle...you okay..?" Small asked.

"Do I look okay?" I slammed my head onto the table.

"Middle, please don't do that." Buff said.

I mimicked him and did it again. Tall sighed. "Middle, you're gonna damage your brain if you continue."

"Good." I slammed my head down again.

Buff stood up and walked around the table to where I was. He lifted my head up and didn't let me hit it on the table again. "Stop."

I sighed. "Fine."

Small walked over and wiped my tears away. "Why were you crying, anyway?"

"Nothing important."

"Okay..."

"Anyways," Buff started, "what now?"

"We kidnap more countries, that's what." I responded.

"Are you sure?" Small asked. "Maybe we should just lie low--"

"Did I stutter?" I stared at him.

Small gulped and shrunk down in his seat. "N-No, sir..."

"Thought so."

"You really need to toughen up, Small." Tall said.

"But...it's Middle--"

"And what if someone who isn't me tries to boss you around? Perhaps Iran? America? You need to toughen or stand up for yourself, or someday countries are gonna step all over you." I told him.

Small sighed and rested his head on the table. "Okay..."

"Quit moping. Anyways, who should we get next?" Tall asked.

"Hm..." Buff drummed his fingers on the table. "Maybe..."

"Maybe wha--" we heard a crash.

We stood up and began walking to the room we kept all the captured countries in. I slammed the door open and saw them all look at me fearfully. "You know what, guys?" I turned to my friends.

They looked at me. "I feel like torturing someone today."

I saw the countries stiffen. I knew my friends smiled underneath their scarfs. I turned back to the countries. Just gotta choose one, and then the fun will begin.

Small POV

I don't want to torture anybody... But if I don't then Middle will hurt me...or yell at me... I don't like getting yelled at...

I looked at the countries, worried for them. I saw Belgium holding Netherlands protectively and glaring at us. India was also holding Pakistan close, as was Soviet with Russia.

"Hm..." I turned my eye to Middle. He was scanning everyone in the room. Every time his eyes landed on someone, they stiffened and slightly relaxed when his eyes went away.

Eventually, his eyes landed on Russia. He smirked and pointed to him. "That one."

Tall and Buff stepped into the room and started walking towards Russia. Russia started crying and Soviet hugged him tightly. When Tall and Buff reached them Soviet refused to let go of Russia. They wrestled for Russia for a bit before Soviet spoke up. "Just take me! Leave him alone!"

"П-Папа...нет... (D-Dad...no...)" Russia gripped his father's shirt tightly.

Soviet smiled sadly at his son before he was yanked away from him. He let Tall and Buff drag him out the room with little to no resistance. Middle closed and locked the door. I heard someone get up and run to the door and start banging on it. Russian yelling came through it.

I saw my friends walking away with Soviet and I sighed. I really don't wanna do this... I'm sorry...

~Time skip~

Russia POV

The female kidnapper threw Soviet into the room. She shouted a few cuss words at him before shutting the door and locking it. I crawled to my father and shook him. "Папа..." My voice cracked.

Soviet looked at me weakly. "I-I'm okay..." He whispered.

Belgium crawled forward and helped Soviet to where he and Netherlands were. I leaned on Soviet and hugged him. "Hey, Russia..." Netherlands greeted weakly.

He was covered in various wounds and bruises. His clothes were torn as well. "Hi, Netherlands..." I murmered.

We sat in silence and hugged our family members. "W-Will the countries find us..?" I stuttered. I felt a cry coming up my throat. I tried gulping it down.

"None of us are sure..." Belgium responded.

I sighed and got closer to my father. He was trembling and I knew he wanted to cry, but he was forcing himself not to. "Is he okay?" I heard a female voice ask.

I looked to my left and saw Palestine looking at me. Right, she had been taken as well. "I-I don't know..." I murmered.

She crawled over and inspected Soviet. Soviet was a bit confused but let her. "They didn't hurt him too much, he'll heal quickly."

I sighed in relief. "That's good..."

Palestine shook her head. "It's not, actually. As painful as it is, the slower you heal the longer it will take for them to pick you again; that's the option all of us hope for. They don't want us to die...at least, not yet."

I felt shivers go down my spine. Palestine continued, "Timor-Leste, for example. Last time he was tortured he was severely injured, almost died..." She took a deep breath. "They haven't chosen him in a while to let him heal."

I looked over at Timor-Leste. He was laying curled up in a corner sleeping. How could he be sleeping at our situation? Well, then again he must've been here the longest, so he must be used to the place.

Palestine looked back at me. "So, how'd you get here?" She asked.

"Um...I woke up because I heard some noise downstairs. I checked Папа's room and saw he wasn't in there so I went downstairs to check on him... I-I saw him getting attacked by two of the kidnappers so I went to help him but..."

"Okay, you can stop now. I get it." Palestine set a hand on my shoulder.

I sniffed. Soviet hugged and pulled me closer to him. "Ничего страшного, Россия. (It's okay, Russia.)" He murmered.

I took a few deep breaths. "Sorry I asked," Palestine whispered.

"I-It's fine..." I murmered.

Palestine leaned against the wall with a sigh. "I heard you and Soviet share a cell now."

I nodded. "Small convinced the others to let us... It's still scary but I have Папа next to me now.."

"Small..." Palestine murmered some things under her breath. She smirked slightly. "I'll see you later, Russia."

"See you..?"

She crawled away from me and over to the sleeping form of Timor-Leste. She sat beside him and stared off into space. I was a bit confused but turned back to Soviet and hugged him.

She's thinking of something, I wonder what.