Through most of this Matthew is speaking German, I was just lazy and didn't want to translate it into actual German.

1942 WWII / Day 1

Matthew.

Matthew ran, he had been running for hours, trudging through the snow. Trying to reach the stranded men that had been left behind, he came alone with nothing but a pack of supplies; he had even left his bear behind. He was dangerously close to enemy lines and needed to keep low profile, staying close to the trees and keeping low to the ground had worked so far and he was halfway there.

He could see the German camp from where he was. He knew he was taking a chance getting so close, but it was faster this way. Looking around him through his goggles he had to constantly keep guard and quick, if he fails he risks falling into enemy hands, if that happened he would never hear the end of it from Alfred.

The snow was deep, reaching his knees, so it was no surprise really that he didn't see the large trench till he was falling into it head first.

"Fuck." He groaned lifting himself up out of the frozen mud. He cursed again realizing he had lost his glasses and goggles, he thanked his creator that he was farsighted, unfortunately if he couldn't see his hand in front of his face he didn't have the time to dig around for his glasses. Pulling himself up onto his feet he felt around for some kind of ladder, nothing, not even a rope or shallow incline.

"Shit shit shit." He muttered. Walking blind (Literally) into enemy territory something he wanted to avoid, but having no idea what direction he was going in it would be a matter of luck if he made it out untouched by the enemy. He continued walking his left hand on the wall was his only guide, and clue to where he was going.

He turned a sharp corner and by chance (or bad luck) he managed to trip over a large crate knocking it and the ones around it to the ground.

"This way, I heard something!" He heard someone yell in German.

'Fuck!' Getting back on his feet quickly he turned and started to backtrack the way he had come. The sound of running feet behind him urged him to go faster, but everything around him was a blurry mess, the brown of the mud walls blurring together leaving him with no idea where he was going or what was around him.

He really wished he was out in the open, as long as it was farther than ten feet away he could see it, but trapped down in the tight confining space of the trench with only few feet between each wall he was blind.

As he rounded another corner he collided with a tall man sending them both into the mud. Scrabbling to get back up the man grabbed a fist full of Matthew's hair, dragging the blind boy up with him.

"Look what we have here boy's, a little lost puppy." The man laughed as Matthew continued to struggle in vain. With quick thinking Matthew reached down and pulled the knife from his thigh and swung backwards where he assumed the man's face was.

"Shit!" the man yelled jerking backwards and letting go of Matthew's hair. Matthew took the opportunity to make a run for it.

"Grab him!" He heard the man bark, and the sound of several running feet followed him. He was panicking now, with no idea where he was going he turned right and was horrified when he realized it was a dead end.

"Merde!" {Crap}

"Nowhere to run now little puppy." An angry German voice growled from behind him. Matthew turned to face them, knife in hand. He could make out six of them, tall, muscular, that was all he could make out from the man shaped blurs in front of him.

"Fuck you!" Matthew spat back in German.

"Feisty, I like it, take him alive." The man ordered a grin evident in his voice. The first man marched up gun in hand leveled at Matthew's head. When he got within reach Matthew struck driving his knife deep into the man's arm, causing him to drop the gun. Pulling the knife out he drove it into the man's neck, he could feel the warm blood soaking into his gloves.

Looking up he could make out five guns now pointed at him. He knew he wouldn't make it out of the trench alive if he kept resisting.

The representation of Canada did the only thing he could do, he dropped the knife. One of the men walks up and slammed the butt of his gun into Matthew's temple, knocking the nation out cold.

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Matthew had to add waking up tied to a chair to his top ten ways he never wanted to wake up, right under waking up naked next to France. He looked around trying to make out some of the room, so far he made out a bed a table and a chair.

His head hurt and he tasted blood in his mouth and knew he must have bit his tongue when the man had hit him. A door opened behind him, letting in a cold breeze making him shiver, it was then that he realized that he was only wearing pants and his undershirt.

"Matthew Williams, representation of Canada." A cold gleeful voice said from behind him. "Seems like you're a very special person puppy."

"When are you turning me over?" Matthew asked, cutting straight to the point. If a nation is captured they were to be handed over to the nation they were caught by. He knew it was only a matter of time before Ludwig came for him.

"Oh no, I'm not going to just hand over such a lovely specimen, I mean I've only heard rumors about the dreaded Canadian squads that strike fear into the hearts of the enemy, but to think that we would catch the country itself, amazing."

Matthew felt his mouth go dry. "What do you mean, I'm a nation, its protocol to hand me over to your boss."

"Yes it is, but I'm going to guess that no one knows where you are right now, you were the one they sent to help those poor stranded souls on the other side of the ridge."

Matthew felt cold realization hit him. "You killed them already." A statement not a question.

"Yes, just an hour ago actually."

"You bastard!"

Crack!

The sound of the man's open palm hitting Matthew's face echoes through the room.

"I will not tolerate disrespect." The man growled.

"Fuck off." Matthew spat.

Crack!

Matthew feels blood pooling in his mouth from that hit, he spits in on the man's shoes, or at least where he thinks the man's shoes are.

"Your just making this harder on yourself, I came in here to punish you, you killed one of my men." There's the sound of something snapping as the man flicks it, Matthew realizes it's a riding crop, he also realizes that he's about to be in a lot of pain.

"Go to hell." He growled.

Matthew's screams echo through the camp.

I started a mini-series about Matthew and the war. Alfred will be showing up, so will Arthur and Ludwig. It's only going to be a few Chapters long, but you know how it is. I already have three chapters done and i started yesterday, that how short it will be.