America's POV:
I came home to a wrecked house, no colonies, and panicking states. Prussia and Denmark had come with me, thank goodness, and we managed to settle them all down. I searched around wildly, calling the colonies by name. They couldn't have just disappeared!!

"Alfred, you got a message on your phone," Denmark said, the solemn look on his usually happy face so unnerving. Hesitantly taking the phone out of Denmark's hands, I unlocked it to see I had a new message from Canada. I stiffened, feeling uneasy as I opened the message. My eyes widened in horror and I tried not to scream. All of the colonies except Virginia and Maryland were in a picture. They were all slumped against a wall, some of them bleeding from the head. Below the picture read: If you like them alive, do what I say. We wouldn't want them hurt, would we? My face paled and I hurriedly typed back.

America: Matthew, don't do this. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. Just don't hurt them. My hands shook as I typed, and my breathing was becoming more and more heavy. A pain in my chest made me gasp and I groaned, falling to my knees and gritting my teeth. It was where my heart should be, and I could feel the usual rapid heartbeat us nations had begin to slow, and tears welled up in my eyes. Washington D.C. was dead. The colonies were captured. What was I going to do?! I fell to my knees, my vision becoming framed with red as I was filled with rage. My phone dinged and I opened the message, my hands shaking with desperation.

Matthew: Hmm... I think I'll have some fun before I give them back. I wouldn't want all this fresh meat to go to waste!