"Matvey... Maaaaaaatveyyyyyyy..."
Canada stumbled over his feet as he ran through the dark and dank hallways. He could hear his pursuer chasing after him, dragging his implement of death along the wall behind him.
"Come out and play, Matvey..."
Once Canada heard the scraping sounds fade, he randomly opened a door and closed it quietly. He slumped onto the floor with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes.
Russia was staring at right at him, no more than two inches away from his face, donning his creepy smile.
Canada screamed with tears in his eyes. Seeing Russia raising his weapon, the frightened nation scrambled to his feet and jumped out of the way, just in time. Russia's water faucet smashed the portion of the door where Canada's head had just been.
Canada took the opportunity to dive through the hole in the door before Russia could ready his weapon again. He clambered to his feet once more and began sprinting down the hallway, his veins pumping with adrenaline.
"Just leave me alone!" The blue-eyed Canadian screamed as continued running, turning wildly at the many forks in the hallway.
"Matvey, Matvey, come meet my new friend. He's long and he's metal and he's dying to meet you..." The gray-haired man ended the sentence with a boyish giggle.
Suddenly, Canada was falling.
He didn't know how, he had been running and suddenly he was in free-fall, watching pieces of wood debris fall beside him.
The Canadian man barely had time to process the situation before he hit something. He heard a crack and a sharp pain in his side and arm. Blood flew out of his mouth. He screamed in agony.
Canada's vision was fading, but he stayed conscious long enough to see Russia walk nonchalantly into the room...
Canada awoke slowly, blinking at the bright light that was hanging over his head. He was in a room, similar to the one he had been in to rest. His arm and rib still burned with pain. Broken, he guessed, from the fall. He tried to see how test he was injured with his other arm, but the blonde-haired man realized that he was tied firmly to a chair.
Suddenly, Russia walked into the room from an unseen side door. He still maintained his eerie smile, and his faucet glinted in his gloved hands.
"So Matvey finally wants to play, da?" The Russian man grinned even wider. "Then, let us begin..."
He raised the faucet high over his head, and struck Canada in the leg. The poor Canadian howled in pain as he felt another crack upon impact.
"Isn't... This... Fun...?" The sadistic Russian whacked his captive with each syllable.
Suddenly, another sound; but it wasn't from Russia. The aforementioned country's face twisted into surprise, then anguish as he clutched at his chest and fell to the ground.
A few meters behind where Russia had just been stood America, gun still smoking. He ran over to Canada and hugged him.
"A-America..." Canada whispered.
"Its okay bro, I'm here now..." The taller man murmured reassuringly.
Canada nearly closed his eyes to enjoy the embrace, but he saw something that shocked him out of his near-slumber.
Russia twitched.
He twitched again, and then he began to rise, slowly. He raised his faucet over his head, aiming for America.
Canada wanted to scream, flail his arms, something, anything to get America to turn around. But it was as if he were frozen; frozen from shock and pain.
The giant nation brought the pipe down on America's skull with a sickening crunch. A pair of cracked and blood-splattered glasses went flying and skidded across the floor.
Canada looked at Russia, frozen with fright. The looming nation grinned, wider than any he had even before, twisting the features of his face. Madness danced in his eyes. He raised his faucet.
"Time to say bye-bye, Matvey," he said. He brought the pipe down.
And Canada knew no more.