Virginia's POV:
A crash jolted me out of my sleep and I sat bolt upright in bed, clutching my blankets and glancing around my room, sighing slightly at my light sleeping habits. I tilted my head slightly, listening as the sound of thumping and frantic footsteps echoed through the quiet home. Flinging off my covers as I heard a muffled scream, I jumped off of my bed and peeked through the crack in my ajar door.

A man dressed in black emerged from Georgia's room, gripping her by the hair and dragging her limp body behind him. A sock was shoved into her mouth and a trickle of blood ran down her forehead. Judging from her lack of movement, I concluded that she was unconscious. I clamped a hand over my mouth to try and mask my heavy, panicked breathing.

The man returned, this time entering Connecticut's room. A muffled cry for help was heard, followed by a scream. Moments later, Connecticut was being dragged out of his room in the same fashion, still tangled up in his sheets. I started to shake, my eyes wide as I watched the man return again and again, going into the room of each of the states and coming out with an unconscious body.

I noticed that he skipped over some rooms, and only went into the rooms of states that were colonies. Tears welled up in my eyes and I tried to gather up what little courage I had left, but I remained frozen with horror. When the man reached Maryland's room he cursed loudly, and I thanked God that Maryland hadn't turned up yet after disappearing with Allen. I watched as my brothers and sisters were taken, and the kidnapper slowly but surely got closer to my room.

Being as quiet as I could and still rushing, I crept away from the door and wriggled my way under my bed, breathing heavily with panic as New Jersey's door, the last door before mine, slammed shut. I held back a scream as the man appeared in the doorway, his silhouette casting a shadow over the room. He chuckled, a deep and cruel sound that sent chills down my spine.

"Come on out, Samuel. I know you're in here; you aren't a very subtle spy," a much too familiar voice said. Canada came in through the doorway, the light of my lamp casting an ominous shadow over his face. Tears welled up in my eyes and I covered my mouth with my hand again, trying not to betray my location with a whimper.

"Found you!" Canada said joyfully, grabbing my ankle and yanking me out from under my bed. I screamed, trying to get out of his grip by kicking and thrashing as he grabbed me by the hair, starting to drag my out of my room. I grunted in pain Canada kicked me harshly, knocking the wind out of me.

"Shut up, or I'll make you regret it," Canada hissed. I growled softly, but complied. I didn't feel like dying, and I couldn't risk one of the states running to my aid and getting killed. I hung limp in his arms, closing my eyes tightly and shaking as I fought back tears. I felt pathetic and weak as the walls I had built came crashing down and my emotions spilled out like a wave.

Canada led me out the back way of the house, throwing me to the ground and tossing a phone next to me. I looked up to see the eleven other states slumped against the wall, sporting various head injuries and passed out cold. Canada smirked when he saw my horrified expression, and he nudged the phone closer to me across the wet and dirty ground.

"Take a picture and send it to America," Canada hissed. I shook my head, keeping my gaze fixed to the ground. Canada growled and kicked me, making me groan and curl up. "Take the God da*n picture, or I'll kill them all!" Canada threatened. Tears started to roll down my cheeks and I nodded, picking up the phone and snapping a picture of my siblings' beaten bodies. Canada gave me a sickeningly sweet smile and swiped the phone from my hands before I could send the photo like he asked.

"I'll do it. Don't want you saying anything you might regret later!" Canada giggled. He started to type, his glasses reflecting the light off of his screen. "If you like them alive, do what I say," Canada murmured under his breath before sending the picture and the message.