You opened your eyes suddenly, but you were met by darkness. For a moment, you thought you were blind, but soon realized you were blindfolded and tied to a chair.

"H-Hello..?" You called out.

"Ah! You're finally awake!" A cheery voice said with a British accent.

"E-England..?"

"You could call me that, love~"

You heard the owner of the voice stand and walk to you. You tried to remember how you got here.

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"Thanks for inviting me over, England." You smiled as you sat in the parlor with your long time friend, England, and drank tea.

"Oh, it was no trouble at all, _______!" England smiled happily. He looked out the large window at a few birds flying past. "It's always a pleasure to have you over. I enjoy your company." A sip of tea. "We really should do it more often than we do."

You blushed when he looked at you.

"Yeah! I agree. But with work and all, it's kinda hard to do that." He nodded in agreement.

"All part of being a nation, though." He turned his gaze back on you and gave a charming smile. You couldn't help but smile back. All of a sudden there was a loud crash from the kitchen. "What the bloody hell was that?!"

You both immediately rose from your seats. England looked at you, then started to the door.

"Stay here! I'll go see what happened."

As he left, he muttered curse words under his breath. You sat back down in your seat, and continued drinking the tea he had made for your visit. As you sat there, minutes passed... Five... Ten... Before you knew it, twenty minutes had passed and England still wasn't back.

"What's taking him so long..?" You asked aloud to no one in particular. You stood and walked to the door, following the same route he would have had to take to get to the kitchen. "Englaaaaand~" you called in a sing-song voice. Just then, you smelled something delicious...

Opening the kitchen door, the smell got stronger, and wafted about in the room, surrounding you.

"England?" You stepped in, looking about the room for him, but seeing him nowhere. You did, however, see a plate of cupcakes on the counter with blue icing. You smiled and picked one up. "Did England make these..? . . . Nah!"

You took a bite of the cupcake, curiosity getting the better of you. It was the best thing you'd ever tasted. You leaned against the counter and took another bite.

'Eh.. Maybe England went back to the parlor.' you thought. You started getting sleepier with each bite of the cupcake. So sleepy you never noticed anyone watching you from the shadows. You finished your last bite and stretched, trying to wake yourself up, but it was no use.

"What's.. Going on..? I feel.. Funny.." Your body, no longer able to stand because of the sudden exhaustion, gave out and you collapsed to the floor, only your body never made contact with the cold tile...

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And the next thing you know, you're waking up here. The figure took another step, getting closer to you sooner than you'd like.

"W-What do you want from me?" you asked nervously.

"I only wanted your company." The British man stated. He lifted the blindfold off of your eyes to expose a man that looked exactly like England, only with lighter blonde hair and sky blue eyes.. And freckles? He chuckled. "I enjoy it, you know? It's always a pleasure to have you!"