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Published this story a while ago, but had it taken down by FF. Now it is back by demand and can hopefully stay up!
Hope you enjoy~
Chapter 1
Canada signed aloud as he watched the other nations leave the room in preference for the German streets. Another world meeting had ended; another several days of his existence being forgotten by most and mistaken by a few. With a melancholy expression, the lad picked up the rest of his folders and began to slowly leave the room. As he left, he heard several of the others still in the room talking, but was not too interested to care what they were talking about.
In a matter of minutes, Canada found himself in the parking lot by his rental, only to fell a strong, chilled wind blow across by; causing him to realize that he forgot his coat in the room. Upon realizing this, he looked back to the building; contemplating if he really needed to go back to the room to grab it. At last with a sigh, he placed Kumajiro and the rest of his things by the car, and headed back to the building to grab the coat. After all, it was one of his favorites and there would not be a meeting the next day.
When Canada re-entered the room, the first thing he realized was that the others in the room had stopped talking as soon as he re-opened the doors. The second thing he noticed was that the few people left in the room were glaring angrily at him. Canada gulped when he realized this, hoping to himself that he had not interrupted anything.
"I-I just need to grab my coat," Canada whispered out while moving towards his seat. As he walked, he kept his eyes glued onto the others, only to watch to his horror as their glares turned into sinister-looking smirks.
In what felt far too long for the Canadian's comfort, Canada reached the chair which his coat was draped over, only to have two of the three others grab his shoulders and pull him towards a nearby wall.
"Wha-," Canada began in a frantic yelp only stop when his head was slammed into the wall by the tallest man.
"We were just talking about what we would like to do to you if we found you alone. Funny how things work," The smallest of the three said while undoing his tie.
"I, I think you have the wrong person. I'm-," Canada began to explain only to have the third person punch him in the stomach, followed by the others joining in. Upon feeling the blows, Canada tried to defend himself while getting away from him, but when he reached the point where he could run out of the group the tallest offender grabbed him by the hair and pinned him to the floor.
"Trying to run away? That's not very 'heroic' of you," He said while pushing Canada's face harder against the floor. The smaller man then began tying Canada's hands behind their owner with his tie as the victim squirmed in an attempt to get free.
"Let's just get this over with before a staff person hears us," the other said in a nonchalant way. The others agreed with this and roughly turned Canada over so that he laid on his back.
"Please…stop…," Canada began to beg as the middle and smaller height people began removing his pants while the third grabbed a left-over knife from the serving tray. With the knife, the man began cutting away at Canada's groin as he and his friends laughed at their captive's pain. The smallest of the three abruptly stopped, however, when he heard Canada say, "…I'm Canada."
"Um, guys," he said while looking at the others. They then quieted down as he continued, "I think we may have attacked the wrong guy."
"What? This has to be America," the tallest one said.
"Well then why hasn't he been acting loud and obnoxious like America?" The smallest asked.
"I'm Canada," Canada wheezed out as the other three watched him. Once the three of them heard this, they stared at Canada for a moment before each in turn gave a face filled with dread.
"What do we do now?" the smallest said while physically freaking out.
In response the middle-sized one walked to the nearest table and said, "We continue as if he was America. Go to the security room and delete the camera tapes. Make sure no one sees you."
"But," the smallest began only to have the tallest push him out of the room and walk back to his things and gather them. Before joining him, the middle-sized man casually placed a note on Canada's stomach, grabbed his things and left with his friend while pretending nothing was wrong. The note he left read, "Wrong one."
It did not take long after they left for Canada to pass out from blood loss, not to be found until much later when the staff got around to setting the room into order.
So what's going to happen to Canada?
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