Virginia's POV:

I watched with wide eyes as Canada brought in each of my siblings one by one, tormenting them, snapping a pick, torturing them some more, and then leaving them lying in the middle of the floor before going to get his next victim. Eleven bodies littered the floor, barely moving and whimpering in pain. New York was clinging to New Jersey as if his life depended on it and was trying to crawl away.

"Ah, finally, it's time for the finale!" Canada giggled, skipping over to me and loosening the cuffs restraining my wrists and suspending me in the air. I collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood and groaning as Canada grabbed me by the hair and grinned. Tears welled up in my eyes and I closed them, hoping my screams wouldn't be loud enough to awaken my brothers and sisters. 

 Please, Alfred, help us...

2p America's POV:

I stumbled into America's mansion, carrying Washington D.C.'s dead body in my arms. Maryland followed slowly behind me, looking at the unmowed grass and the complete disarray that greeted us inside of the house. My blood ran cold as I spotted America asleep on the couch, Denmark and Prussia snoring beside him. America had clear tear tracks on his face and his arms had been recently bandaged.

"A-Alfred," I choked softly, my arms shaking both from D.C.'s weight and terror. If America thought I'd killed D.C., Maryland would back me up. Right? America's eyes shot open at the mention of his name and he grabbed a gun from under the couch cushions, pointing it at me with wild eyes and trembling hands.

"Alfred, it's okay!" Maryland cried, quickly stepping in front of me and holding his hands out, his palms up, in a gesture of openness and surrender. America's eyes narrowed, he lowered the gun, and then he saw D.C. His eyes widened again and he stumbled backwards, almost falling on top of Denmark where he slept on the couch. The passed out Dane didn't notice, and merely turned over with a soft mutter.

"No... No, he can't be..." America's voice trailed off and he closed his eyes, burying his head in his hands and sobbing. I clutched D.C.'s body, staring at my counterpart with a sympathetic and pained gaze. I knew how he felt. I'd been through the same thing remember, and now Alfred was, after everything he had been going through lately was too. I gently rested D.C. in America's arms when he calmed down a bit and he gingerly placed him on an empty couch.

"Where are the others?" Maryland asked, looking around the eerily quiet house. My stomach plummeted and America's gaze grew stormy.

"It's a long story."