Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2012 21:46:41 GMT -5
Canada entered the meeting room unnoticed as usual. Quietly he took his seat and gave Kumajiro a gentle squeeze. He looked around at the other nations as they conversed. His brother, America, payed Canada no mind as he ran around to every nation boasting about "being the hero." Then he saw America looking at him. Matthew was about to say hi when he felt his chair move. He looked behind himself to see no one else but Russia. A cold chill traveled down Canada's spine and Kumajiro quickly hopped from Matthews to the floor. Canada was swiftly sat upon by the Russian man with all his unbearable weight. Canada let out a few futile protests while pushing at the Russian's back. When Ivan didn't budge he gave up and leaned back his head. He gave himself a sturdy face palm as he thought of his now aching legs. Quietly Canada closed his eyes and a thought popped into his head. "America was looking a Russia all along.." he mumbled to himself with a sigh. Canada put his forehead against Russia's back. If he was lucky the meeting wouldn't last long but if it was long.. Quietly the Canadian closed his eyes cursing himself in french. He would live through it he decided. He had nearly fallen asleep like that when he suddenly felt the weight on his legs go away. Canada opened his eyes and looked up.
"You idiot!" the Frenchman yelled while he pulled on the Russian's scarf. "You were sitting on Canada!" France kept pulling on Russia's scarf until they were fairly far from the chair. A purple aura had gathered about Ivan but at the moment Francis didn't care. "You should know better than to go around sitting on people!" the Frenchman kept lecturing Russia to his fullest extent. Russia just stood there smiling as he planned what he would do to the Frenchman for revenge. When France had been going on for about ten minutes the Russian simply walked away ignoring the country.
Canada was shocked that France had stood up to the very large Russian. He watched as Francis came over to him all his elegance shinning out. The Frenchman slowly came to stand before the Canadian. "Are you alright Matthew?" Francis asked his voice serious.
"Ye-Yes" Canada answered quietly staring up at Francis. "I'm alright."
France seamed to light up at this answer then his face changed. The Frenchman quietly knelt down before the Canadian then whispered in his ear. "Mon Cheri.." the Frenchmen started as a smile spread on his face "I helped you out... so maybe you can pay me back later." A small french laugh escaped Francis after he said this.
Canada's face turned bright red as a blush spread over it. He tried to speak but his mouth went dry. He stared at France with wide eyes. "P-Papa...." he finally managed to say. Matthew looked to the ground and his face was still covered with a blush.
The Frenchman took this for a 'Yes of course I will pay you back in any way you please'. He placed a hand on the Canadians cheek then looked into his eyes. "I will see you later Mon Cheri.." he winked then walked away. He walked with a bounce in his step all the way to his chair. All the other countries could tell something was going on but no one asked. France sat and watched the Canadian with a smile.
Russia stood in the corner of the room watching the transactions between Frenchman and Canadian. He then watched the Frenchman's bouncing step and knew what was going on. He now knew what he could do to get back at the Frenchman.
The meeting commenced fast and practically consumed of America going on about his many crazy ideas. Canada sat there as always waiting his turn but he never received it. When the meeting was over the Canadian gathered his things. He was the last one in the meeting room as far as he could tell. He finished gathering his stuff then headed quickly to the door. When he reached the door he was jumped and all his papers went flying. He struggled but his unknown attacker was strong so there was no way for him to get away. His mouth was quickly covered with a cloth that carried a heavy scent. 'Chloroform....?' the Canadian thought before everything went black.
When the meeting had ended France gathered everything in a rush. He then practically ran outside to the cars. He stuffed his stuff into his car then headed over to the Canadian's vehicle. He was so excited because he couldn't wait to get his hands on Matthew. Carefully he leaned against the car facing the building, he was trying to look as sexy as possible. Francis stood there for several minutes but there was still no sign of Canada. He sighed and simply figured the Canadian was being slower than usual or perhaps had gone to the bathroom. France leaned against the car for ten more minutes until he got completely impatient. 'Where is he?!' the Frenchman thought anxiously. Slowly France pried himself off the red vehicle with a sigh. He straitened out his clothes and then headed to the building with a brisk speed. Francis was partly worried something had happened to Matthew and mostly worried the Canadian was trying to get out of paying him back.
France practically slammed open the building doors when he reached them. He looked around but saw no sign of Canada so he headed towards the meeting room. When he was down the hall from the meeting spot he started to notice papers laying about. Curiously he bent down to see who had left the papers scattered everywhere like this. Francis gasped when he saw Matthew's name on the paper. Quickly he picked up another and then another, they all had Canada's name on them. Francis gathered the other papers without bothering to look at them. After he had picked up all of them France pulled out his phone then scrolled though the contacts. When he found Eyebrows number he hit the call button. The phone rang once.. twice.. then the phone was answered.
"What do you want frog?" he heard Arther ask irritably.
"Arther It's absolutely terrible!" the Frenchman yelled dramatically "It is terrible!" he repeated.
"What be so terrible Francis?" England sighed hopelessly. He simply figured the Frenchman had messed up some 'masterpiece' food or something.
"I-It's terrible!! Absolutely terrible!" France screamed again unable to get the words he needed to say. He didn't want to say them and he could feel the pressure in his head. If he said the words he needed to then it would make what he already knew true. Francis felt his eyes tear up helplessly.
"What the bloody hell is it you frog?!" the Englishman screamed over the phone. He was going to scream some more at the frog but stopped when he heard a sniffle. Was Francis crying? "France please tell me whats wrong.."
"Ar-Arther.." Francis struggled to get the words out "I think Matthew.... I think Matthew has been kid napped..." Unable to hold back the pain tearing at him he broke down in tears. "He is gone! Matthew is gone!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Arther dropped his phone as soon as the words came out of the frog's mouth. Canada kid napped? No that couldn't be right.. could it? Who would want to kid nap the hardly noticed country? Arther winched when he heard Francis screaming and crying. He could hear the other country screaming Matthew's name. Slowly England bent down and retrieved his phone. "France where the bloody hell are you?" he asked seriously. He had to help get Canada back from whoever had taken him.
"I-I'm at the meeting place.." the Frenchman struggled to say through his tears. "Pl-please help me find Matthew.. please.." Francis begged sadly.
Arther winched again when he heard the other country beg. Francis never begged him for anything. "Don't worry I will help you." Arther hung up the phone on the still crying Frenchman then headed for the door. He jumped in his car quickly then headed for the meeting place. Pulling out his phone he dialed America's number. "America meet me at the meeting place as soon as possible.." he thought for a moment figuring the other country wouldn't show up if he didn't make it sound important. "It's an emergency.. Canada has been kid napped."
When Canada awoke the first thing he noticed was that his mouth was very dry and had an awkward taste in it. The second thing was it was dark and he couldn't move his arms. He lifted his head and felt a pain throb from it. The Canadian let out a groan as he struggled to look behind his back, after a few tries he saw that his hands were tightly bound. Canada tried to get out of the bed but he then realized his legs were also bound. He sighed and rested his head back on the pillow. When his eyes were fully adjusted to the dark he glanced around the room. It was dark and bare of any personal possessions. The walls were stripped with a wooden border. The bed the Canadian was in was a wooden four poster that appeared to be antique. Brightness flashed into the room that temporarily blinded Canada then it was gone.
"Oh Matvey your awake." Canada knew that voice and it sent chills down his spine. "I'm sorry you are like this." the Russian said as he came into the Canadians view. "I didn't want you running off." Russia sat on the edge of the bed next to Canada. "Why don't I take those off you?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. Canada saw the flash of a metallic object when the Russian drew it out of his pocket. Russia first sliced through the rope that bound Canada's feet then moving up the bed he cut the rope around his arms. Matthew didn't waste a second. He balled up his hand and swung it at the Russian's face. Ivan saw this attack and swiftly ducked under the fist. "Now now Matvey play nice.." the Russian said as he grabbed Matthew's wrist. Canada swung at the Russian with his free hand then screamed as he felt metal cut flesh. Ivan had stabbed the hand he grabbed to stop Matthew's useless attempts of attack. "Now look what you made me do." the Russian said, a wicked smile was on his face. "Now the blankets are all bloody and need to be washed." He squeezed the Canadians wrist to pry another scream from his prey. "Why don't we go somewhere we can play more without worrying about making such a mess?" Carefully the Russian picked Matthew up holding him to his chest. Canada knew there was nothing he could do so he just hung there like a rag doll in Russia's arms.
They walked through many hallways, some were brightly lit and others were dark. Canada tried to keep a map in his head but lost track of all the twist and turns that were in the Russian's house. Soon they stopped and Canada looked up. They stood at a plain wooden door that looked like any other. Holding the Canadian with one arm Russia put his hand on the door knob and opened it. Inside the door everything was dark and you could see stone stairs going down. Russia stepped into the darkness and closed the door behind them. Slowly they started to descend to the lower level. As they went farther down the air seamed to become stale.. old. Eventually they reached their destination, it was a dark basement with stone walls. There was a table in the middle of the room and shackles on one of the walls. Ivan sat Canada into a small cage that was in a dark corner of the room. "I will be back later Matvey so we can play more" the Russian said with his ominous smile. Russia locked the cage then headed up stairs leaving Canada alone.
"Dude who would want to take Canadia?!" the American argued when he reached the meeting place. "I mean really who would want a maple syrup loving dude that is hardly noticed?" America yelled over enthusiastically. He started pacing around the empty meeting room. "Oh well, leave it to the hero to find him!"
England sighed and sat down in a chair across from France. The Frenchman was mumbling to himself and cursing in french. "Francis I'm sure Matthew is fine.." the Englishman said trying to keep his own poise. The Frenchman had never looked like such a mess before, his hair was in his face and his eyes were wet but he just didn't seam to care.
France put his head in his hands and started mumbling to himself in french. "Oh pourquoi.. pourquoi... Matthieu où es-tu.. tu vas bien Matthieu. Peut-être que si je n'avais pas le laisser seul ici.. peut-être si je marchais avec lui, il serait ici maintenant... Je suis Matthieu tellement désolé... Je suis tellement désolé... " Tears streamed down from the Frenchmans eyes as he spoke. He had never felt so bad before.
"France stop being a blubbering frog.." England said unable to take it anymore "We will find the boy." England stood up and looked around. "Did you find anything strange when you came in here?" he asked looking over at France.
"Non... just his papers scattered everywhere.." Francis answered motioning to the papers on the table before him. "I didn't see Kumajiro either so he must be with Canada..." France wiped tears from his eyes "I hope they are ok.."
"Dude did you look at the papers?" America asked bounding over the France. "The kid napper might have left a note or something!" The American started leifing through the papers on the table. "Notes.. notes.. more notes... Gez does he take enough notes?" The notes held no secret message nor any sign of who could have been the attacker. Whoever had taken Canada wanted to be as stealthy as possible. "It's ok dudes we will find him!" America exclaimed trying to keep the others optimistic.
"Yeah France, America is right we will find Canada." the Englishman agreed.
"Je suis tellement désolé Canada .. " the Frenchman sighed "Je suis désolé.."
When Canada opened his eyes again he noticed he was no longer in the cage. He was now chained to the wall with his back against it. His right hand was extremely painful but when he looked up at it he saw it was wrapped in a bloodied bandage. He pushed against the wall with his feet trying to make the chains come loose from the wall but they held tight. He tried again and let out a scream when he felt immense pain in his wounded hand. He relaxed letting the chains rattle against the wall. 'Second biggest country in the world and I can't get out of this...' he thought gloomily. He heard the basement door open and held back a shutter when he heard Russia's heavy foot steps.
"Ello Matvey" Russia smiled when he stepped into the dim light being emitted from a single light bulb. "I had Toris bind your hand.. I hope you don't mind." Russia stepped closer to Matthew with the wicked smile still on his face. "I hope you are comfy?"
"Allez au diable.." the Canadian spat as he glared at the Russian. He pulled against the chains. Oh how he would love to get his hands on Russia in a fair fight. He kept pulling against the chains till his right hand wouldn't allow him to anymore.
"Oh Matvey speak in a language that I know please.." Russia's face became dark as a purple aura appeared around him. "Now tell me what you said in English.." he said as he stepped closer.
"I said go to hell!" Canada screamed. He was mad and he didn't care that he was chained to a wall. Russia rushed forward to the Canadian and slapped him solidly on the face. Canada's glasses went flying then clattered to the floor in a corner. He gasped wishing he could put a hand to his sore cheek.
"Matvey that isn't a nice thing to say..." Russia said in his cheery tone "Now you will have to be punished." He took a key from his pocket and removed the shackles from Canada's wrist. He then grabbed the back of the Canadian's collar and then turning him around he pushed him to the ground. Holding Canada there he used his free hand to shackle Canada's arms to the floor. Russia put the key safely back into his pocket and retrieved a large knife. Canada prepared himself for his flesh to be cut but it never came. The Russian had used to knife to cut the shirt off of Canada to expose his bare back. Dropping the knife on a table he grabbed a thick whip.
The whip came crashing down and Canada screamed. Blood streamed down his back and the Russian swung again. He screamed again and clawed at the stone floor. 'Why me..' he thought as pain emitted from his back. Canada put his head against the wall trying not to scream but it was no use. Every time Russia seamed to swing harder and quicker. Canada heard a small chuckle coming from the Russian. 'Is he enjoying this?' the Canadian thought as another cry was pried from him. Russia swung the whip fifty times maybe more or less, Canada couldn't tell. Finally Ivan put the now bloodied whip on the table. "I have to go now Matvey. It was fun playing with you." Russia headed up the stairs leaving Canada still chained to the wall. Later on Toris came downstairs and bandaged Canada's back he didn't say a thing but Canada could tell the other felt sorry for him. When Toris left Canada was utterly alone for the rest of the night.
The next morning Russia woke up early with a huge smile on his face. He had a immense happy feeling in him that probably wouldn't be diminished even if Belarus appeared. Quickly getting dressed and putting on a heavy coat the Russian quickly headed downstairs. He was going to have a simple breakfast but then thinking about the Canadian he made pancakes. Eating his own share of the pancakes Russia put the extras on a plate and headed to the basement. The Canadian had fallen asleep with his cheek against the wall and he was shivering. 'Well have to give him blankets... I don't want him freezing to death.' Ivan walked over and being careful not to touch Matthew's back he shook the Canadian awake. The Canadian jumped awake and let out a pained groan. He looked up at Russia and their purple eyes met. "Good morning Matvey." Russia said smiling as he looked down on Canada. The Canadian just glared at Russia and looked away. "Are you hungry?"
Canada glared at the wall blowing his curl out of his face. When the Russian asked if he was hungry his stomach let out a large growl against his will. "Go away.." he growled angrily. Canada waited for the Russian to leave but he could still feel his presence. "J'ai dit s'en aller...." he growled looking back at the large Russian man with a glare.
"Now now Matvey what did I tell you about speaking in french?" The Russian asked as he set the plate of pancakes on the table. Russia then walked over and keeled down behind the Canadian. Placing his hand on Canada's shoulder he looked at the Canadians face. "Matvey you must eat... I don't need you starving to death." he moved his hand to the Canadian's cheek and ran a finger along his jaw bone.
"Pourquoi devrais-je vous écouter...?" Canada growled as he moved his head away from the Russian. He looked at the shackles wishing Russia would take them off of him. They left bruises on his wrist because they were tight, it wouldn't be long until they became raw. Russia didn't take nice to Canada speaking in french because the next thing he knew the Russian had a grip on Canada's head and he was looking at his eyes.
"I told you not to speak in french." Russia growled as he took a knife out of his pocket. He put the knife against the Canadian's left cheek and slowly cut into the flesh. Canada screamed as blood cascaded from the wound. Russia smiled his wicked innocent smile as he looked at the shallow cut. He wiped some blood off the wounded cheek and onto his finger then slowly the Russian lifted his hand to his lips and licked the blood away. "Tastes kinda like maple syrup" he observed with a grin. "not bad." Russia slowly stood then walked to the pancakes. He grabbed one off the plate then walked to Canada with it. "Eat" he ordered.
"No.." Canada said looking at the pancake "Its too dry anyways..." Winching Matthew covered his bleeding cheek with his hand. He looked away from the Russian as his traitorous stomach growled again. Russia attempted to force the pancake into Canada's mouth but he quickly spit it out. "I said no.." he said as he glared at Russia.
"Fine Matvey be like that.. we have other things that have need to be done today anyways.." Russia went to the table and picked up a camera, he aimed it at Canada and there was a bright flash. Canada groaned, he had gotten used to the dimness in the basement so he wasn't used to the brightness. Russia walked over to Canada and stood over him. "Look up Matvey." the Russian ordered. Reluctantly Matthew looked up and there was another bright flash. "Very good.." Russia was about to put the camera down when he thought of how to really make France mad. "Toris!" Ivan bellowed loudly. Lithuania was there in a heartbeat with sweat beading his forehead.
"You called Mr. Russia, sir?" Toris asked as he glanced from Ivan to Canada. He stood strait and looked at Russia seriously. Russia shoved the Camera into Lithuania's hands forcibly. He then took the shackles off Canada and turned him around quickly. Canada cried out because pain surged though him but the Russian didn't care. "Take a picture when I signal." Russia said sternly to Toris. Lithuania nodded as he prepared the camera. Russia forced Canada's hand away from his cheek. The wound was still bleeding badly but that was exactly what Russia wanted. With his bare hand the Russian covered his hand in the Canadian's blood with a grin he then made Canada look at the camera. He put his right arm across Canada's shoulders then slowly started licking the blood off his left hand. Seeing the silent signal Toris snapped the dark picture, it showed the bleeding cheek clearly and the blood on Russia's hand as he licked it away.
"You idiot!" the Frenchman yelled while he pulled on the Russian's scarf. "You were sitting on Canada!" France kept pulling on Russia's scarf until they were fairly far from the chair. A purple aura had gathered about Ivan but at the moment Francis didn't care. "You should know better than to go around sitting on people!" the Frenchman kept lecturing Russia to his fullest extent. Russia just stood there smiling as he planned what he would do to the Frenchman for revenge. When France had been going on for about ten minutes the Russian simply walked away ignoring the country.
Canada was shocked that France had stood up to the very large Russian. He watched as Francis came over to him all his elegance shinning out. The Frenchman slowly came to stand before the Canadian. "Are you alright Matthew?" Francis asked his voice serious.
"Ye-Yes" Canada answered quietly staring up at Francis. "I'm alright."
France seamed to light up at this answer then his face changed. The Frenchman quietly knelt down before the Canadian then whispered in his ear. "Mon Cheri.." the Frenchmen started as a smile spread on his face "I helped you out... so maybe you can pay me back later." A small french laugh escaped Francis after he said this.
Canada's face turned bright red as a blush spread over it. He tried to speak but his mouth went dry. He stared at France with wide eyes. "P-Papa...." he finally managed to say. Matthew looked to the ground and his face was still covered with a blush.
The Frenchman took this for a 'Yes of course I will pay you back in any way you please'. He placed a hand on the Canadians cheek then looked into his eyes. "I will see you later Mon Cheri.." he winked then walked away. He walked with a bounce in his step all the way to his chair. All the other countries could tell something was going on but no one asked. France sat and watched the Canadian with a smile.
Russia stood in the corner of the room watching the transactions between Frenchman and Canadian. He then watched the Frenchman's bouncing step and knew what was going on. He now knew what he could do to get back at the Frenchman.
The meeting commenced fast and practically consumed of America going on about his many crazy ideas. Canada sat there as always waiting his turn but he never received it. When the meeting was over the Canadian gathered his things. He was the last one in the meeting room as far as he could tell. He finished gathering his stuff then headed quickly to the door. When he reached the door he was jumped and all his papers went flying. He struggled but his unknown attacker was strong so there was no way for him to get away. His mouth was quickly covered with a cloth that carried a heavy scent. 'Chloroform....?' the Canadian thought before everything went black.
When the meeting had ended France gathered everything in a rush. He then practically ran outside to the cars. He stuffed his stuff into his car then headed over to the Canadian's vehicle. He was so excited because he couldn't wait to get his hands on Matthew. Carefully he leaned against the car facing the building, he was trying to look as sexy as possible. Francis stood there for several minutes but there was still no sign of Canada. He sighed and simply figured the Canadian was being slower than usual or perhaps had gone to the bathroom. France leaned against the car for ten more minutes until he got completely impatient. 'Where is he?!' the Frenchman thought anxiously. Slowly France pried himself off the red vehicle with a sigh. He straitened out his clothes and then headed to the building with a brisk speed. Francis was partly worried something had happened to Matthew and mostly worried the Canadian was trying to get out of paying him back.
France practically slammed open the building doors when he reached them. He looked around but saw no sign of Canada so he headed towards the meeting room. When he was down the hall from the meeting spot he started to notice papers laying about. Curiously he bent down to see who had left the papers scattered everywhere like this. Francis gasped when he saw Matthew's name on the paper. Quickly he picked up another and then another, they all had Canada's name on them. Francis gathered the other papers without bothering to look at them. After he had picked up all of them France pulled out his phone then scrolled though the contacts. When he found Eyebrows number he hit the call button. The phone rang once.. twice.. then the phone was answered.
"What do you want frog?" he heard Arther ask irritably.
"Arther It's absolutely terrible!" the Frenchman yelled dramatically "It is terrible!" he repeated.
"What be so terrible Francis?" England sighed hopelessly. He simply figured the Frenchman had messed up some 'masterpiece' food or something.
"I-It's terrible!! Absolutely terrible!" France screamed again unable to get the words he needed to say. He didn't want to say them and he could feel the pressure in his head. If he said the words he needed to then it would make what he already knew true. Francis felt his eyes tear up helplessly.
"What the bloody hell is it you frog?!" the Englishman screamed over the phone. He was going to scream some more at the frog but stopped when he heard a sniffle. Was Francis crying? "France please tell me whats wrong.."
"Ar-Arther.." Francis struggled to get the words out "I think Matthew.... I think Matthew has been kid napped..." Unable to hold back the pain tearing at him he broke down in tears. "He is gone! Matthew is gone!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Arther dropped his phone as soon as the words came out of the frog's mouth. Canada kid napped? No that couldn't be right.. could it? Who would want to kid nap the hardly noticed country? Arther winched when he heard Francis screaming and crying. He could hear the other country screaming Matthew's name. Slowly England bent down and retrieved his phone. "France where the bloody hell are you?" he asked seriously. He had to help get Canada back from whoever had taken him.
"I-I'm at the meeting place.." the Frenchman struggled to say through his tears. "Pl-please help me find Matthew.. please.." Francis begged sadly.
Arther winched again when he heard the other country beg. Francis never begged him for anything. "Don't worry I will help you." Arther hung up the phone on the still crying Frenchman then headed for the door. He jumped in his car quickly then headed for the meeting place. Pulling out his phone he dialed America's number. "America meet me at the meeting place as soon as possible.." he thought for a moment figuring the other country wouldn't show up if he didn't make it sound important. "It's an emergency.. Canada has been kid napped."
When Canada awoke the first thing he noticed was that his mouth was very dry and had an awkward taste in it. The second thing was it was dark and he couldn't move his arms. He lifted his head and felt a pain throb from it. The Canadian let out a groan as he struggled to look behind his back, after a few tries he saw that his hands were tightly bound. Canada tried to get out of the bed but he then realized his legs were also bound. He sighed and rested his head back on the pillow. When his eyes were fully adjusted to the dark he glanced around the room. It was dark and bare of any personal possessions. The walls were stripped with a wooden border. The bed the Canadian was in was a wooden four poster that appeared to be antique. Brightness flashed into the room that temporarily blinded Canada then it was gone.
"Oh Matvey your awake." Canada knew that voice and it sent chills down his spine. "I'm sorry you are like this." the Russian said as he came into the Canadians view. "I didn't want you running off." Russia sat on the edge of the bed next to Canada. "Why don't I take those off you?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. Canada saw the flash of a metallic object when the Russian drew it out of his pocket. Russia first sliced through the rope that bound Canada's feet then moving up the bed he cut the rope around his arms. Matthew didn't waste a second. He balled up his hand and swung it at the Russian's face. Ivan saw this attack and swiftly ducked under the fist. "Now now Matvey play nice.." the Russian said as he grabbed Matthew's wrist. Canada swung at the Russian with his free hand then screamed as he felt metal cut flesh. Ivan had stabbed the hand he grabbed to stop Matthew's useless attempts of attack. "Now look what you made me do." the Russian said, a wicked smile was on his face. "Now the blankets are all bloody and need to be washed." He squeezed the Canadians wrist to pry another scream from his prey. "Why don't we go somewhere we can play more without worrying about making such a mess?" Carefully the Russian picked Matthew up holding him to his chest. Canada knew there was nothing he could do so he just hung there like a rag doll in Russia's arms.
They walked through many hallways, some were brightly lit and others were dark. Canada tried to keep a map in his head but lost track of all the twist and turns that were in the Russian's house. Soon they stopped and Canada looked up. They stood at a plain wooden door that looked like any other. Holding the Canadian with one arm Russia put his hand on the door knob and opened it. Inside the door everything was dark and you could see stone stairs going down. Russia stepped into the darkness and closed the door behind them. Slowly they started to descend to the lower level. As they went farther down the air seamed to become stale.. old. Eventually they reached their destination, it was a dark basement with stone walls. There was a table in the middle of the room and shackles on one of the walls. Ivan sat Canada into a small cage that was in a dark corner of the room. "I will be back later Matvey so we can play more" the Russian said with his ominous smile. Russia locked the cage then headed up stairs leaving Canada alone.
"Dude who would want to take Canadia?!" the American argued when he reached the meeting place. "I mean really who would want a maple syrup loving dude that is hardly noticed?" America yelled over enthusiastically. He started pacing around the empty meeting room. "Oh well, leave it to the hero to find him!"
England sighed and sat down in a chair across from France. The Frenchman was mumbling to himself and cursing in french. "Francis I'm sure Matthew is fine.." the Englishman said trying to keep his own poise. The Frenchman had never looked like such a mess before, his hair was in his face and his eyes were wet but he just didn't seam to care.
France put his head in his hands and started mumbling to himself in french. "Oh pourquoi.. pourquoi... Matthieu où es-tu.. tu vas bien Matthieu. Peut-être que si je n'avais pas le laisser seul ici.. peut-être si je marchais avec lui, il serait ici maintenant... Je suis Matthieu tellement désolé... Je suis tellement désolé... " Tears streamed down from the Frenchmans eyes as he spoke. He had never felt so bad before.
"France stop being a blubbering frog.." England said unable to take it anymore "We will find the boy." England stood up and looked around. "Did you find anything strange when you came in here?" he asked looking over at France.
"Non... just his papers scattered everywhere.." Francis answered motioning to the papers on the table before him. "I didn't see Kumajiro either so he must be with Canada..." France wiped tears from his eyes "I hope they are ok.."
"Dude did you look at the papers?" America asked bounding over the France. "The kid napper might have left a note or something!" The American started leifing through the papers on the table. "Notes.. notes.. more notes... Gez does he take enough notes?" The notes held no secret message nor any sign of who could have been the attacker. Whoever had taken Canada wanted to be as stealthy as possible. "It's ok dudes we will find him!" America exclaimed trying to keep the others optimistic.
"Yeah France, America is right we will find Canada." the Englishman agreed.
"Je suis tellement désolé Canada .. " the Frenchman sighed "Je suis désolé.."
When Canada opened his eyes again he noticed he was no longer in the cage. He was now chained to the wall with his back against it. His right hand was extremely painful but when he looked up at it he saw it was wrapped in a bloodied bandage. He pushed against the wall with his feet trying to make the chains come loose from the wall but they held tight. He tried again and let out a scream when he felt immense pain in his wounded hand. He relaxed letting the chains rattle against the wall. 'Second biggest country in the world and I can't get out of this...' he thought gloomily. He heard the basement door open and held back a shutter when he heard Russia's heavy foot steps.
"Ello Matvey" Russia smiled when he stepped into the dim light being emitted from a single light bulb. "I had Toris bind your hand.. I hope you don't mind." Russia stepped closer to Matthew with the wicked smile still on his face. "I hope you are comfy?"
"Allez au diable.." the Canadian spat as he glared at the Russian. He pulled against the chains. Oh how he would love to get his hands on Russia in a fair fight. He kept pulling against the chains till his right hand wouldn't allow him to anymore.
"Oh Matvey speak in a language that I know please.." Russia's face became dark as a purple aura appeared around him. "Now tell me what you said in English.." he said as he stepped closer.
"I said go to hell!" Canada screamed. He was mad and he didn't care that he was chained to a wall. Russia rushed forward to the Canadian and slapped him solidly on the face. Canada's glasses went flying then clattered to the floor in a corner. He gasped wishing he could put a hand to his sore cheek.
"Matvey that isn't a nice thing to say..." Russia said in his cheery tone "Now you will have to be punished." He took a key from his pocket and removed the shackles from Canada's wrist. He then grabbed the back of the Canadian's collar and then turning him around he pushed him to the ground. Holding Canada there he used his free hand to shackle Canada's arms to the floor. Russia put the key safely back into his pocket and retrieved a large knife. Canada prepared himself for his flesh to be cut but it never came. The Russian had used to knife to cut the shirt off of Canada to expose his bare back. Dropping the knife on a table he grabbed a thick whip.
The whip came crashing down and Canada screamed. Blood streamed down his back and the Russian swung again. He screamed again and clawed at the stone floor. 'Why me..' he thought as pain emitted from his back. Canada put his head against the wall trying not to scream but it was no use. Every time Russia seamed to swing harder and quicker. Canada heard a small chuckle coming from the Russian. 'Is he enjoying this?' the Canadian thought as another cry was pried from him. Russia swung the whip fifty times maybe more or less, Canada couldn't tell. Finally Ivan put the now bloodied whip on the table. "I have to go now Matvey. It was fun playing with you." Russia headed up the stairs leaving Canada still chained to the wall. Later on Toris came downstairs and bandaged Canada's back he didn't say a thing but Canada could tell the other felt sorry for him. When Toris left Canada was utterly alone for the rest of the night.
The next morning Russia woke up early with a huge smile on his face. He had a immense happy feeling in him that probably wouldn't be diminished even if Belarus appeared. Quickly getting dressed and putting on a heavy coat the Russian quickly headed downstairs. He was going to have a simple breakfast but then thinking about the Canadian he made pancakes. Eating his own share of the pancakes Russia put the extras on a plate and headed to the basement. The Canadian had fallen asleep with his cheek against the wall and he was shivering. 'Well have to give him blankets... I don't want him freezing to death.' Ivan walked over and being careful not to touch Matthew's back he shook the Canadian awake. The Canadian jumped awake and let out a pained groan. He looked up at Russia and their purple eyes met. "Good morning Matvey." Russia said smiling as he looked down on Canada. The Canadian just glared at Russia and looked away. "Are you hungry?"
Canada glared at the wall blowing his curl out of his face. When the Russian asked if he was hungry his stomach let out a large growl against his will. "Go away.." he growled angrily. Canada waited for the Russian to leave but he could still feel his presence. "J'ai dit s'en aller...." he growled looking back at the large Russian man with a glare.
"Now now Matvey what did I tell you about speaking in french?" The Russian asked as he set the plate of pancakes on the table. Russia then walked over and keeled down behind the Canadian. Placing his hand on Canada's shoulder he looked at the Canadians face. "Matvey you must eat... I don't need you starving to death." he moved his hand to the Canadian's cheek and ran a finger along his jaw bone.
"Pourquoi devrais-je vous écouter...?" Canada growled as he moved his head away from the Russian. He looked at the shackles wishing Russia would take them off of him. They left bruises on his wrist because they were tight, it wouldn't be long until they became raw. Russia didn't take nice to Canada speaking in french because the next thing he knew the Russian had a grip on Canada's head and he was looking at his eyes.
"I told you not to speak in french." Russia growled as he took a knife out of his pocket. He put the knife against the Canadian's left cheek and slowly cut into the flesh. Canada screamed as blood cascaded from the wound. Russia smiled his wicked innocent smile as he looked at the shallow cut. He wiped some blood off the wounded cheek and onto his finger then slowly the Russian lifted his hand to his lips and licked the blood away. "Tastes kinda like maple syrup" he observed with a grin. "not bad." Russia slowly stood then walked to the pancakes. He grabbed one off the plate then walked to Canada with it. "Eat" he ordered.
"No.." Canada said looking at the pancake "Its too dry anyways..." Winching Matthew covered his bleeding cheek with his hand. He looked away from the Russian as his traitorous stomach growled again. Russia attempted to force the pancake into Canada's mouth but he quickly spit it out. "I said no.." he said as he glared at Russia.
"Fine Matvey be like that.. we have other things that have need to be done today anyways.." Russia went to the table and picked up a camera, he aimed it at Canada and there was a bright flash. Canada groaned, he had gotten used to the dimness in the basement so he wasn't used to the brightness. Russia walked over to Canada and stood over him. "Look up Matvey." the Russian ordered. Reluctantly Matthew looked up and there was another bright flash. "Very good.." Russia was about to put the camera down when he thought of how to really make France mad. "Toris!" Ivan bellowed loudly. Lithuania was there in a heartbeat with sweat beading his forehead.
"You called Mr. Russia, sir?" Toris asked as he glanced from Ivan to Canada. He stood strait and looked at Russia seriously. Russia shoved the Camera into Lithuania's hands forcibly. He then took the shackles off Canada and turned him around quickly. Canada cried out because pain surged though him but the Russian didn't care. "Take a picture when I signal." Russia said sternly to Toris. Lithuania nodded as he prepared the camera. Russia forced Canada's hand away from his cheek. The wound was still bleeding badly but that was exactly what Russia wanted. With his bare hand the Russian covered his hand in the Canadian's blood with a grin he then made Canada look at the camera. He put his right arm across Canada's shoulders then slowly started licking the blood off his left hand. Seeing the silent signal Toris snapped the dark picture, it showed the bleeding cheek clearly and the blood on Russia's hand as he licked it away.
