The blind fold itched and the hand cuffs hurt his wrists. He didn't see why either of them were necessary but he understood the others' paranoia. After all he had done a horrible thing, but he didn't have any energy left; nore any will.
"What should we do with him?" A voice spoke. Canada couldn't quite tell who it was, but the person had a german accent. That would mean it was either Germany, Switzerland, Austria, or Pru- no it couldn't be Prussia. The reality made him cry again, or it would have if Canada had tears left to cry.
"There needs to be some type of punishment." That was defiantly Japan talking there.
"Come on guys, it can't be that bad can it?" Cuba sounded upset.
"Have you seen the bodies?" Japan asked him. Cuba didn't respond. This scared Canada. Cuba must think I'm a monster now. He thought to himself. "No other nation has actually killed another nation since Rome's days."
"So what do we do? We can't keep him like this?" China piped in. "But would executing him really be the right thing to do?"
"Germany is demanding action, considering what happened to his brother I don't blame him." The one with the german accent, Canada could now tell it was Austria, sighed.
"Italy hasn't said a word since we found the four bodies. France's death must really be bothering him." Spain's voice noted.
"Four?" Cuba asked.
"Prussia, France, England, and America." Switzerland named them off. "We found America's body after the others. He was stuffed in the closet."
"It seems like after Canada killed them, he rushed to clean up his mess." Japan said.
Canada started crying again, they wrong! He didn't kill them…or, at least he didn't mean to.
The room fell silent. "He's awake?" Switzerland said, no one spoke. "Canada, are you awake?" Switzerland asked.
Canada opened his mouth to say something but closed it just as quickly. Instead of saying anything, he just nodded.
"Do you know what you did?" Switzerland asked.
Another nod, it was all he could do.
"Why did you do it?" Austria asked.
"I…I…I" Canada stuttered then burst out crying again. "I don't know! I…I got mad and it all-" He chocked back tears. "I didn't want to kill them! I just…I…I got mad." He repeated. "I got mad."
He could imagine the other nations staring at him. What were they thinking? What were they going to do? Why…

...

"Why won't he wake up?" America's voice boomed inside of Canada's ears.
"He did hit his head pretty hard." Prussia's voice joined in.
"You two didn't hurt mon fils adorable, did you?" That was Papa France, too.
"You gits, this is why you don't play hockey on roller blades."
"It was America's idea to add the rockets to the skates." Prussia complained.
"Hong Kong suggested it." America whined.
Canada cracked his eyes open. Prussia and his family were standing over him, all of them looked worried. Canada's head was splitting and his hockey stick was laying just a few inches away.
It was a dream? He wondered to himself.
"Hey he's awake!" Prussia smiled at the canadian.
"You ok bro?" America offered him a hand.
"Y-yeah…" Canada stared at everyone as he was helped up by his brother.
They're alive, they're here. I didn't kill anyone. He smiled, fighting back the tears of joy. "Alfred, from now on, let's not play hockey with rockets and roller blades."
The American nodded and smiled back. "Yeah not one of my best ideas."