I awoke later, sore as all hell. I felt as though I had been thrown down the steps and dragged around. I pushed myself up and glanced around the room. It was dark, but furnished well and quiet. I was laying on a queen sized bed with white cotton sheets and a bright blue comforter and pillows. The floor was hard wood, and on it sat a wooden dresser and a full-body mirror. I winced as I turned my head towards a door. My neck popped slightly and I moaned in pain. It was broken, at the least sprained. I set my feet on the floor and softly plodded toward the mirror. I gently removed my tank top and checked my neck. I had a large, hand shaped bruise going from my chin to the tip of my collar bone. It was black and blue, with purple around the edges. I whimpered slightly as I touched it. "Damn him to Hell." I muttered, as I unsuccessfully attempted to put my shirt back on. I sighed. Good thing I had a bra on. I was startled suddenly by the door opening gently. I whirled around to see the Asian man standing in the doorway. I blushed slightly and covered myself, turning to face the floor. He flicked the light on and walked to me, bowing to me when he stopped. "Prease excuse my intrusion, Miss. My name is Honda Kiku, but everyone carrs me Japan." He raised his head. "Preased to meet you, Miss?" I stared for a moment, then decided to try and trust him. "Holly Bonnefoy." I replied, trying to hold my composure. He smiled, which made me smile. He was calm and somehow comforting. Judging by his nickname, I assumed he was Japanese. He was a head taller than me. He stared awkwardly at my neck. "May I see your neck, Hori-chan?" he asked politely. I said yes, and he strolled closer, placing his hands on my bruise. I whimpered slightly, then yelped as he applied a small amount of pressure onto my bruise. He quickly withdrew his hand and frowned. "Werr, it rooks as though it's sprained. Would you rike to come downstairs so Itary-san can rook at it?" I accepted and he lead me downstairs. We walked through the rather large house until we reached, what is assumed was, the kitchen. I took my place at one of the four chairs pushed under the dining table. It was then that I realized I still was in just my bra and yesterday's Capris. Kiku noted my embarrassment and removed his green silk kimono. He asked me to stand, and wrapped it around me. As he tied it in the back, I thanked him and examine the patterns on the soft kimono. It was a bright emerald color with a gold dragon winding through it, as though he was wrapping around my body. Since Kiku was a small guy, it fit snuggly around me. I smiled, thanked him again, and sat back down. Kiku turned to the stove and began cooking something. Now, he wore a white undershirt and yellow cotton pants. I stared at the table, tracing the whisks in the wood with my finger. I heard the light clomp of military boots, which made me stiffen in fear. "Herro, Itary-san." I heard Kiku greet. "Ciao, Japan! Are you-a making lunch?" I heard a thick Italian accent reply. It was the Italian man from before. He turned to me an his face light up. "Ciao, Bella! Are you awake, finally?" He chirped. He was like a child. "Yes, thank you.... uh?" "Feliciano, Bella! But-a most call me Italy." He smiled. I smiled in return "It's nice to meet you, Feliciano. My name is Holly Bonnefoy." I replied, bowing slightly, but stiffening and grunting in pain as I sat back up. I placed my hand on my neck. "Damn, I forgot." I whined quietly. Feliciano's expression changed to a serious face as he came closer and knelt by my side. "May I?" He asked, before removing my hand and pulling the kimono a little, just enough to reveal my bruise. "What do you think, Itary? Is it sprained?" Kiku asked him. Feliciano covered my wound, stood up, and sighed heavily. "Yes, but-a only slightly. Just enough to cause the Bella immense pain for a few days." He murmured. I heard the heavy clomp of boot walk in the room, and looked over to see the German in doorway. He caught my gaze and I growled, shooting to my feet. But, I quickly sat down and whimpered as a sharp pain flew through my neck. He scoffed at my, glaring an taking a threatening step closer. Feliciano stepped between us and Kiku stood behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Vhat is the prisoner doing out you her room?!" The German growled at them. "Germany, she's-a not a prisoner. And you seriously hurt her! She has a large bruise on her neck because of you!" Feliciano scolded him. Kiku gripped the collar of the kimono, pulling it down again. "Excuse me, Hori-chan." he murmured. He exposed the bruise so Germany could see it. His face lightened slightly. I trembled under his gaze. "Vwell, had she just given us answers, I vwouldn't of had to hurt her." He stated, almost emotionless. I snapped. I stood, brushing Kiku away a stomping past Italy, straight toward Germany. "You really think I have anything to do with what my brother does? I don't know why you are all after him, but I'm not apart of it!" I yelled, stopping face to face with him and jamming my finger in his face. "I have no idea what my brother even does for a living. All I know is that he is hardly ever home and brings women and men home often whenever he comes home! I have no idea what his line of profession is or what he does! So, whatever you want him for, leave me out of it!" I yelled. Germany's expression turned to surprise as I put my finger down and placed my hands on my hips. Then, I turned and strolled out the door. I walked through the house, up the stairs, and into 'My Room'. I noted the bathroom down the hall and decided I needed a bath. I stripped from Kiku's kimono and plodded down the hall, hoping it held towels. I passed Germany in the hall. He was staring at the pictures hanging on the wall. I attempted to stroll past him, but he caught my arm gently. I glanced up at him. "What do you want?" I shot, trying to sound cold. He caught my gaze, his blue eyes honestly apologetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I had hurt you so badly." He said. I smiled. "Its alright. My neck will just hurt for a few days. Your quite strong." I said, pulling my arm free. As I turned to walk away, I heard him speak up again. "I plan on taking you to the doctor for tomorrow. Vwould that be alright?" He asked, rather politely actually. I turned, gave him my best smile and replied "That would be great. Thank you...?" "Ludwig. My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. And your are Holly Bonnefoy, correct?" "Yes, that correct. Ludwig.... I like that name." I said, before turning and strolling the rest of the way to the bathroom. I turned to glance at him, but caught his gaze.