KyonaraRisingStar

        The metal door swung open with a clang. Peering down the dark stairwell, England couldn't help but feel trepidation. He had already wandered the halls of the Gestapo headquarters, but here, at the threshold of the underground prisons, he found his stomach churning. He had heard the horror stories from America. The idea of numerous death camps scattered around Poland, where tens of thousands (and perhaps more) innocent civilians had been worked to starvation and death, sickened the Nation. Sure, this was no death camp and Russia had even ensured that the prison would be empty, but that didn't change how England felt about the place. He