"I have heard all the history... It was Austria that raised him to adulthood, not you. He does not owe you anything, and it would be in your best interest not to call him a bitch."

France laughed hysterically. "Austria...that idiot didn't even know Italy was a boy. That man had him wear a little maid dress until he was thirteen and hit puberty." France chuckled. "It was I who had to explain things to him. He was taught nothing." France was truly blind and dumb enough to think he was responsible for how Italy had turned out.

Italy froze as a gun was jabbed at him. "Ivan.." he squeaked, not happy with the sight of the man. "Come with me." The Russian said, his sweet smile just as innocent as ever. He was forced to play a piece in the piano, a Russian folk song that France recognized as the sweet tune wafted up the stairs. He laughed even here. "Russia." He said with a grin. "He would play a song like that. I do believe my rescuer has come." Russia had been sent by the allies to save France.

"Verdammt!" Ludwig walked out of the room, pulling his gun out of his boot and walking toward the sound. He had no idea where Kiku was, but he could only hope he was doing something to help

Russia smiled at the melody he'd chosen. Italy was simply a wonderful pianist, taught by Austria who was one of the best there were. He held his gun to the back of the small nation's head, prepared to blow him clear away if anything was done to stop him. He hummed along with the sound coming from the piano and he frowned as he heard a soft sniffling from Italy. He hit him over the head, making him cry out and slam his hands down on the keys, making a horrible sound. "Stop that." He said in regard to Italy's crying and the young country was forced to suck it up and continue playing.

Japan was busy eating and listening to the piano. It was odd to hear the sweet music when no one normally played the instrument. He was slightly sure that Germany didn't play. He knew Italy did, but he'd never heard him practice. He just figured the stress had made him want to. He didn't even bother checking on Italy to see what was going on.

Ludwig was not happy at the piano pounding or the Russian melody. He looked into the room where the piano was just to look away. Ivan had a gun to Italy's head. He walked into sight and dropped his gun. "Ivan, I will take you to Francis if you just let Italy go."

Russia didn't want to let go so easily. He wasted to further play with Italy. His fear made Russka feel amazing. "But the melody is so pretty." He sighed and removed the weapon, knowing that he'd get no where by shooting Italy even though it would be interesting to see how much blood spilled out. "Ok. Take me to Francis then." He said, still smiling in his usual sweet way.

"You must walk beside me so I can insure that I will not be shot." He frowned. "There will be no issues there, ja?"

Russia gave a simple nod of approval. "Da." He agreed. Italy stood and walked behind the two.

Luwdig partially hoped Italy would pick up the gun he had dropped, but he didn't know. Ludwig had another inside the waist of his pants

Italy left the discarded gun where it lay, secretly having one strapped to his leg. He pulled it out and shoved it into Russia's back. "You and I will wait here." He commanded of the Russian. "Ludwig, being this man the frog." he commanded.

Ludwig pulled his own gun out and walked into the room where Francis was. "Get up now." he said, aiming the gun at him.

France stood without a word, knowing that this was now important. "Where am I going? He asked.

Italy stood Gaurd, refusing to leave for even a second or even lower the gun. He didn't trust Russia, even if his face looked sweet.

"walk to the door. Now." He said, glaring at the man

France slowly walked with his hands up.

He followed the Frenchman with with the gun pointed to his back.

"So what are you doing?" He asked in annoyance.

"Your rescue. Remember?" He said with hate dripping in his voice.

France frowned. "At gunpoint?"

"Yes. At gunpoint. Problem?"

He shook his head. "Not unless I don't get out of here safely."

"We'll see..." He said simply

France kept walking until he saw Russia, also at gunpoint. "I say we keep them hostage." Italy said quietly to Ludwig.

"Sounds like a plan to me, Italy. Lead the way to the jail."

He shanked Russia in the back with the gun. "Move."

Ludwig watched as Italy lead the Russian forward, and he did the same to France