AN: I am not a middle aged Japanese man, so I do not own Hetalia. This is a nonprofit fan fiction. Said fic was inspired by the cover art, which I do not own, either, all rights go to the original artist. You go artist. *hands reader cupcake* This is an apology in advance for what happens in this chapter... I did a bad. Please review kindly.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, foul language, torture, insanity, character death, etc.

"Alright, dudes, it's totally time to start the meeting!" America shouted, leaping from his chair dramatically.

"We can't start yet," Russia protested, raising his hand. "We're missing someone."

"Oui, someone isn't here," France nodded. They were right; all the countries were in attendance, it seemed, but when they looked around there was one empty chair.

"Well, who isn't here?" America asked. They all glanced around, confused. It seemed like everyone was there… they couldn't figure out who was missing, no matter how hard they tried to. A polar bear cub shuffled out from underneath the table, pulling itself up into the empty seat. They all stared at it, and it stared back.

That was about when they started to hear a faint ticking noise. Very quiet and muffled at first but then it began to grow louder, and the beeps much closer together. People were rising from their chairs and looking around, some in confusion but most in horror because they recognized that sound… but no one could quite tell where it was coming from.

"What is that?" Italy asked.

"It's a bomb, you idiot!" Britain exclaimed. "We need to evacuate immediately, everyone head towards-"

The room fell into silence as the ticking stopped. The sudden hush made the room feel as though the temperature had dropped twenty degrees, and it stayed that way for several agonizing seconds before the bear started coughing exaggeratedly. Everyone in the room turned to face him as he spit up blood onto the white table cloth. After gagging some more he finally looked up to see all the countries staring at him. A drop of blood dribbling down his chin, he said, "Who are you?"

BOOM!

The thing about the world conference room was that its soundproof walls were build to withstand bomb detonations. So they were barely affected as the force of the explosion threw the countries against them, instantly rendering them unconscious (and some quite possibly mortally wounded) and destroying all of the furniture, leaving only the slightly smoldering aftermath and limp bodies in its wake.

The door creaked open, and slowly closed again behind the figure that had stepped into the room. His shoes made little sound as he walked over to the center of the explosion, picking up a tuft of blood-soaked fur in his fingers.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kumajiro," Canada said, smiling slightly. "But I had to get the bomb inside somehow, and you never remembered me, either."

The smile fell from his face, changing into a scowl as he let the fur drop to the floor. He kicked at one of the only bones of the bear that had survived the explosion, a few strips of flesh still intact, before leaning down to pick it up. He put it in his pocket. "Better keep this for memories sake, eh?"

He laughed a little before turning to face the body-covered floor. "I wonder how many survived. A lot, I hope. Otherwise who would I have to cure?"

Germany was the first to awaken from his unconscious state, becoming aware of the damp ground underneath him, and the sound of rodents scurrying somewhere in the background. His arm hurt immensely, and his head was throbbing. After several minutes, he finally opened his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but his vision slowly returned to him. He lay on the ground in a dark room, the only light coming from a dim, flickering bulb hanging from the cracked ceiling by a thick black wire. Around him, some of the other countries laid on the dirt-caked concrete, still unconscious. They were all chained down in some way, Germany himself having his hands handcuffed and chained to the floor behind him.

He sat up slowly, feeling a dull pain in his ribs. He furrowed his brow and felt dried blood on his forehead and the right side of his face. Most of the others looked worse than he did, clothes colored crimson and wounds open to the cold air. No one in the room looked too seriously injured, at least on the surface, though Austria did have a rather nasty gash on his forehead and—and that was when Germany saw Latvia. He seemed rather fine from the waist up, only with minor cuts and bruises, but after that… his left leg was missing. Not just missing, but what scared Germany the most was that it had been nicely bandaged, probably treated for infection by the looks of it. Latvia himself was sleeping peacefully. Most would be relieved to see that he was okay, but not Germany, because he knew that it meant they wanted the little country alive. That he or she or they, in fact, wanted all of the countries alive.

"Cher dieu…" Someone murmured from the other side of the room.

"France?" Germany asked. "Is that you?"

"Oui, Germany," France said quietly, sitting up and looking around in confusion. He was a bit scraped up, but seemed to be the least injured out of the countries in the room. His blonde hair was slightly tangled, and a chain connected from what looked like a metal dog collar around his neck to the stone wall. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," The German replied. "Someone has kidnapped us."

"They're going to try to kill us, aren't they?!" France said, voice growing louder in panic.

"Don't worry, Papa, I don't want to kill you," Came a quiet voice from over in the corner of the room. France shrieked and Germany's head jerked in the direction of the sound, eyes narrowed.

"America?" Germany said in confusion.

"I'm not America," The blonde country said in exasperation, hands balled into fists. He ground his teeth. "I'm Canada."

"Well, stop standing there, let us out!" Germany said, twisting to show Canada the handcuffs.

"Oui," France nodded hurriedly, pulling on the collar with his slim fingers.

"What's funny is, I can't really do that," Canada said, chuckling slightly. Germany's eyes widened and France's hands fell to his side. They both stared at him.

"What do you mean you can't really do that?" Germany breathed.

"Well, I brought you hear to cure you, so I kind of got to do that," Canada laughed, as if it were obvious. "I mean, if I just let you go it would be a total waste of explosives."

"That was you?!" Germany exclaimed.

"Cure us of what?!" France shouted.

"Yep, that was me," Canada said shyly, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.

"Why have you brought us here?" Asked a new voice, Hungary's, as she sat up as much as she could with her wrists cuffed to the ground, green eyes glaring at the Canadian.

"Well, you see," He began. "I was always wondering why no one ever noticed me. I mean, you'd have to be mentally ill to not recognize me after all this time! And that's what I realized. You'd have to be mentally ill to not recognize me after all this time. So I'm going to cure you."

"You're insane," France exclaimed.

"No, I'm not." Canada shook his head. "You are."