Who knows, I might continue this. I might not. Enjoy. ^^
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Blood, it covered almost the whole terrain as far as Canada could see. Rain poured down onto him showing no mercy as it stung his wounds. His vision was fading. He felt weak. Canada was supposed to be helping America fight against the Russians, but their side had failed. Russia had won. That was the least of Canada's worries right now, right now, Canada was dying. He tried to move, but he only managed to roll onto his back. He moaned at the pain that flowed through his body. The pulsing headache and sore all over. Not only that, but he was bleeding bad. From his rib to his hip was a big cut. Canada could not remember how that happened, but he did know. He was going to die there. No, he did not want to die. He couldn't, no one would know he was gone. He tried to sit up but couldn't, he screamed in pain as he tried to move. Finally he gave up. He lay there staring at the sky, panting. He tried to keep his vision clear, but almost nothing he did helped.
Then, he heard footsteps, boots in the bloody mud.
"...America...?" Canada said weakly.
The figure loomed over him, casting his shadow on him. This figure was far too tall and big to be America. The figure kneeled down next to Canada's head and stroked his face gently. Canada's vision was clear for a second to see who it was, Russia.
"Such a beautiful boy, yet... in so much pain" He said, smiling.
Russia then went to Canada's side, and carefully picked him up making Canada whimper in small pain.
Russia began to walk off somewhere, Where that was, Canada did not know. He wanted to escape from Russia, but he was too injured to even move let alone fight someone. What's going to happen to me? What does he want with me?
Matthew felt himself getting weaker by the second. He could barely keep his eyes open. So, he let himself drift off to sleep.
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Canada was awake, but he did not open his eyes, he wanted to sleep more... wait, something didn't feel right, or seem right. He felt, comfy, and dry.
"Will he be ok?"
"Not sure, he's cut up pretty badly on his side"
"Living with Mr. Russia doesn't really make him safe though"
"SHHH! Latvia! Mr. Russia might hear you"
Voices? Where was he? Canada opened his eyes weakly staring at the three men who were staring at him back.
"Oh, he's awake, g-good morning sir, I'm Lithuania"
"I-I'm Latvia"
"Estonia"
Canada was highly confused, where was he? This didn't seem like such a bad place.
"Um, what's your name sir?" Lithuania asked.
"...C...Canada" Canada barely said. He was so weak he could almost barely speak.
"He h-has such a s-soft voice, it's soothing" Latvia said.
"Latvia, don't be rude" Estonia replied.
"W-What?"
"Where, am I?" Canada asked.
"You're at Mr. Russia's house"
Canada found it hard to believe that this nice place was Russia's house. He eyes explored the area around him. Then he saw Russia walk in the living room. The baltics did not seem to notice him there yet.
"Ah, good, he's awake"
"EEK! I-I mean, y-yes sir, he's f-fine!" Lithuania said.
"Good, then leave for now, I'll look after him, you can come back when I say so"
"Yes sir" they all said before leaving the room.
Canada didn't want them to leave though, he didn't feel safe around Russia.
Russia sat beside him smiling. He pulled back the blankets and lifted Canada's over sized pajama shirt, which was probably Russia's and placed his hand on Canada's scar.
Canada gasped from the cold fingers that sent pain into his scar, just by a single touch, "Ah! o-ow"
"Ah, so it still hurts you, it may take a while to heal"
Heal? He wants to heal me? Canada looked at Russia with weak eyes. No, this is a trap, I know it.
"P-Please... don't play innocent, I-I know what, you want"
"Ah? Then what is it that I want?"
"You... you want to, hurt me... somehow"
"нет, I do not wish to bring harm to you"
Canada did not want to talk anymore, he wanted to sleep more, but, he wondered, why did he not want to hurt him?
"I never had the chance to capture you, and keep you here where you wouldn't run away, but now. I have you"
The way Russia explained things seemed a little creepy to Canada.
"Now, let me heal you"
Canada didn't really have much of a choice, it was either die or trust him, so, he nodded.
