No One Knew Me

Chapter 1

'Who are you again?' It chuckled, the hysterical voice echoing through his mind, 'Who? Wait- what was I talking to? Oh well...'

Canada turned over in his bed, attempting to block out the voice with the velvety goodness of his pillow, the blankets surrounding him like a shield, "...Please...leave me alone." He mumbled, starting to become slightly angered at the voice. It never left, even through his sleep he could hear it laughing and forgetting who he was; he hated how much it sounded like the others who had always questioned who he was. It was growing to be so tiring, always listening to the repetitive chuckles and high pitched, insane questions, always having something to do with-

'I heard something- where did that come from? Strange...I don't see anything.'

Him, it always had something to do with that one infuriating question. Who? He was sick of it, that stupid voice was driving him over the edge already, "Please...I'm trying to sleep..." He mumbled, covering his ears in a failing attempt to block out the noise, he wasn't crazy...he really wasn't- it just, that voice came from nowhere...one day it just appeared there. Now it wouldn't leave him alone, it's been two months since he hasn't had a good night's sleep, he would always hear the voice's insulting comments and hurtful words, there's no way to handle that. He felt like he was locked in a small cage- made from his own mind, and it was killing him. It was starting to hurt, it was starting to get to his head.

'I didn't see you there, who are you?'

It's not that he gave up, "I'm Canada." It was only because he was tired of it, he didn't want anything to do with it, maybe if he gave it what it wanted it would go away?

'Never heard of it.' The voice mocked, 'Are you sure you're real? I don't think you are...since nobody seems to notice you and you're always invisible.' It continued, 'You just want to be like them. You want to be something when you know you can't...' He laughed dementedly, the sound wavering through the house before settling down, 'You could never be noticed! You have nothing to be noticed for...what can you do to get some attention? Nothing, you're just a pathetic nobody!'

That was new, it had never insulted him in that way- or even held a steady conversation with him, "...I...I'm not pathetic, and I'm a great country. I'm sure I could be noticed if I wanted to..." Was it his fault he preferred to be peaceful? Surely that wasn't a bad thing...

'Ha, just keep lying to yourself, nothing you do would ever make you be noticed. You're too worthless to amount to anything!' Snickered the voice, leaning on the door frame leading straight to the living room- which connected to the kitchen.

"I can amount to something." He turned around, glaring at the figure leaning on the door, "Stop trying to put me down and leave me alone already! Can't you see how desperate I am to sleep? I haven't had a proper night's rest since- who knows? I'm tired of your shit you little-!" He was harshly cut off when he saw the other staring at the sharp object in his hands, "...W...what are you doing?" He received no response, the other continuing to twiddle around with the knife, "...P-put that down, it's dangerous!"

Turning around, his mirror image sneered at him, '...What, too much of a push over to do anything?' He walked over to the slightly scared Canadian, 'Start being a fucking somebody you damn tool.'

"I'm not a tool- stop insulting me, dammit! Just leave me alone, eh?" He shouted back, standing up to face on himself, "If there's nothing I can do then I don't mind! At least I don't get targeted by the world- I'm not my damn brother!" He hissed, grabbing the others collar, who in turn yanked on his hair, "Can't you go bother someone else? I'm not in the mood!"

Starting a slow chuckle, it continued to keep the glare, '...So you're going to just bend over for the world? What are you some hoser? Start acting like the second biggest country on the planet and take fucking control for once!' He shouted back, pushing him away while threateningly pointing the knife at him, 'I'm sure if you start doing a few things here and there, someone is bound to notice you. Don't let that Russia guy just sit on you, just stand up for yourself at least once in your life!' He yelled.

Matthew looked down at the floor, balling up his hands so tightly they turned white, "...I can't do anything about that. If he want's to sit on me then he can, it's Russia for God's sake-"

'Exactly! Why can't you just make them say...' He leaned in closer and whispered, 'It's Canada for God's sake! Act a bit more like you did back in the days...with the experiments and the murders-'

The Canadian frantically shook his head, "No- there's no way I could ever harm anyone else ever again- it's also illegal, please stop telling me to do something I can't."

The voice sneered, '...It's not that you can't, Matthew. It's that you won't.' He hissed, '...Wouldn't you like to be noticed for once? Wouldn't you like to get revenge on the people who always forget who you are...um...what was it again? America, right?' He mocked, feeling the other clench his teeth, 'Why don't you just take control for once? Start off with something simple...something people can't accuse you of...' He gently handed the trembling man the knife, '...Let's go do a few things...I'm sure you live in a deserted enough place...you also have a basement...'

Again. He shook his head, yet didn't let go of the knife, "...No...I...I won't do that-"

'Just once...I'm sure you'll like the feeling...' He smirked, '...You've been good for almost your whole life...let's be just a tad bit secretive now...a bit more darker...a bit more like me, eh?'

He gulped, clenching the knife tightly in his hands, "...I...I..." He stuttered, feeling completely overwhelmed by intense opposing emotions- he felt like he was being ripped apart, "...I...I can't...there's no way- I would never do anything like that!" He yelled, trying to place the knife on the counter, only to find it remaining in his hands, "...No- I won't do this! I can't, it's completely immoral! It's bad, I'll get caught and punished- I'll be sent to jail!"

But the voice continued, '...Matthew...what makes you think they can catch you- if they can barely even notice you?' He sighed, 'Plus, I'm sure if you hide the evidence enough, nobody would suspect a thing...'

Somehow, that sounded tempting, "...They...they wouldn't suspect me? At all?" He asked himself quietly, the room still filled in silence besides his own mindless muttering, "...If I...they can't even see me...they wouldn't be able to..." The knife sat clutched between his hands, "...I could get away with it? Can I really?" More silence, "...I could get away with murder..." He stated.

'Yes, yes you can...now do you understand where I'm coming from?' He asked again, clutching the hand with the knife in it, '...You could get away with it- and I'll help you! I'll always stick by your side...'

Matthew stared at himself intensely, before waiting some more, thinking deeply into the subject, thinking about all the possibilities. Strayed in the silence, he answered his mind, "...I understand..." He whispered quietly, yet feeling strangely detached, almost like he lost a part of himself...but...that didn't matter right now did it? "...Soon enough...I'll be noticed..." Silence continued to engulf the room as the Canadian continued talking to the invisible being before him.

It's not like there was much of a difference.

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The stoic Canadian walked up to his seat, sitting next to his brother and Japan, then Papa and England, "...Hey, Alfred..." He tried, raising a hand in a small greeting.

"Huh?" The other man turned around, looking for something before smiling, "Oh, Mattie! I didn't see ya there, bro! What'cha doin?" He asked casually, walking over to the upset Canadian, "I like totally had this awesome freakin plane- sadly It crashed...so now I have to build another one..." He sighed, waiting for his brother to reply, "...Matt? You alright there?"

He quickly chuckled and nodded, "Yes, I'm fine...sorry, I just kind of zoned out. Anyways, I've been fine...there's been a mild disturbance- but I took care of that." He smiled, "You should probably sit down now, the meeting is about to start." The American quickly went over to sit down before anyone scolded him, but then shortly after he began talking loudly and eating, so it wouldn't have made a difference, "I feel a bit off..." He frowned, holding his head from the massive migraine he had suddenly gotten.

France immediately noticed his son had begun to act strange, "...Mathieu, are you alright?" He asked quietly, patting the others back, "Do you need to take a break? We have some pain killers in the restroom..." He offered, but only received a shake of the head, "...Alright, if you say so, mon cher. Just don't stress yourself, it would really do you better to go get some pain killers if it's a migraine though."

Canada turned down the offer and tried to listen to the meeting, in which Germany was already yelling at someone and screaming something about the global economy, he honestly did care, but right now, with this killer migraine, there's no way in hell he could concentrate without feeling disoriented, "Ah...e-excuse me, I have to head to the restroom." He called quietly and stood up, which no one paid attention to. He quickly ran into the wooden door with a 'mens' sign in front of it, before shutting the door and walking over to the sinks, feeling even more nauseated and sick; his hands were shaking and his skin had even paled by a few shades. That wasn't very healthy for a nation, they never got sick unless it had to do with the actual country itself.

'Are you feeling a bit ill today, Matthew?' Asked himself, hanging by the corner of the room, checking his reflection in the mirror, 'You should get some rest when you get home. I'll be there, right next to you, making sure you're alright.' He smiled at the other, but began looking at himself in the mirror; which he didn't show up on. He fixed his hair and turned over to the Canadian, 'Do you want some of these?' He asked, holding up some strong medication.

Nodding, he walked over to the man, and grabbed the pills, pushing a few out and swallowing them whole, along with some help from the cup of water next to him. He gasped, feeling exhausted beyond belief, "...T-thank you...I just hope they kick in quickly." He coughed, "It feels horrible, my head is pounding..." He complained, closing his eyes shut and clutching his throbbing headache.

Slowly walking over to him, he spoke quietly, 'I'm sure it'll go away quickly...are you sure you're not imagining it?' He asked, only to receive a glare.

"I'm sure, it feels too real to be fake." He hissed out, "I would know if it was my imagination." He stated, making the other chuckle lightly. It didn't matter though, because after a few more minutes, the headache had drastically dulled, feeling like a huge weight off his shoulders, "I guess it would be smart to take Papa's advice and not stress myself, the migraine honestly came from nowhere..."

The door creaked open, signaling the arrival of a new guest, who seemed to not even notice him as he walked right past, getting in between him and himself, "...Um, excuse me, Russia?" He received no response as the other continued to wash his hands from the dirt that seemed to be stuck to his hands, "...Excuse me...?" He tried again, yet got no response but the other looking around for a moment.

"...That's strange...I thought I heard something..." He mumbled, cleaning his hands off quickly and slipping on his gloves, which had accidentally knocked over the pills they were thrown on to, "Oh, someone must have left these out." He mumbled, yet did nothing about the spilled contents, and proceeded to walk out, feeling something slightly hit his shoulder, "...What the...?" He turned, facing nothing, "...That's strange, da...?"

The door closed and inside stood an angered Canadian, who wasn't even noticed, "...I was right here." He hissed, "How can you miss me? I'm the second largest country in the world! There's no way someone could miss me- I'm just like them, a physical being! What's wrong with them?" He shouted, continuing to talk to himself, "I swear I'm going to kill one of them some day-"

'Calm down, Matthew...I'm sure you will someday, but for now...just lay low and wait for an opportunity...' He smiled, 'Take what you can get...I'm sure if you grab one of them, and teach them a lesson, they'll follow your every order...just like Russia does to everyone.' He smirked, 'Kidnap a small country, one that wouldn't cause much attention and teach them...break them until they're so shattered they can't even fix the pieces...'

"...I can't think of anyone...the small countries only come here during world meetings...and this is only a G8. Which means there aren't many small countries besides England, Italy, and Japan..." He sighed, "...They wouldn't notice me...England would tell me to blow off or something; since he always confuses me with America...and Papa would notice quickly...Italy is always by Germany's side and...he would give up right away; there would be nothing to do." He hissed, "...There's Japan...but...I don't think that would be very smart..."

The voice came back, 'Who would notice him? He's always locked up in his house, he never comes out, nobody ever really does much with him; and the ones that do aren't even here.' He stopped, 'Besides America, but he's always busy with other things anyways...who would notice Japan? He seems like an easy target...I'm not sure if he would really break quickly though...he's very silently stubborn.'

Matthew sighed and leaned against the wall, "...I don't want to try him, he went up against my brother and kept going, it'll take something pretty big to make him give up like he did after world war 2..."

'Calm down there...I said break him, not kill him...we need him alive for a few things...before you go ahead and kill him. The hard part is catching him though, since he always says no. Or some form of no.' The voice chuckled, 'He sure has a way to get you thinking he's nice, but he's just sugar coating his words.' Stated the voice matter-of-factly.

"...I didn't know that...but...I might as well, nobody would notice a recluse like Japan for a while...it'll be enough time." He clicked his tongue and walked towards the door, quickly looking back at himself, who only smiled darkly and quickly vanished into a plume smoke. After a few moments, Matthew sighed and walked out of the door, into the meeting, where he quietly went over to sit in his chair, "Did I miss anything important?" He asked his neighbors on the table, whom only Japan answered.

Looking shocked, he smiled for a moment in a guilty way, "C-Canada-san, I didn't even...u-um, well, no, you didn't really miss anything. Alfred's being going on and on about making us super size our McDonald's meals which- have nothing to do with this. Yet he insists." Sighed Japan, looking over at the now happy American with a burger, "Do you have anything important we should discuss about?" He asked calmly, not seeming to pay attention to the others cold stare.

"I don't think they would listen, you see...I'm not very noticed." He spat, "...Even you didn't notice me, yet you always say you feel as if there's another presence in the room. Which is me, then you worry about me, and don't even see me there." He whispered angrily, holding back a glare.

Kiku looked even more ashamed, "...I'm sorry, Canada-san...you're just...it's very hard to notice you." He mumbled quietly.

The Canadian tightly balled his hands, nails accidentally digging into his skin and drawing blood, "...It's alright." He managed not to hiss out that part, "...But it would make me feel better if I was noticed." Again, the small man apologized, yet when he looked around, not a single person was even paying attention to them; Papa and England were fighting, America was eating his burgers, Russia was scaring China in a corner, and Germany was busy trying to get the room in order and make Italy stop crying. He gave a small twitch of a smile, before turning back to Kiku, "...Say, Japan...have you ever been to my house? Maybe when you have time, I could teach you more about my culture...we could go ice skating, or try some maple syrup...?"

The man seemed to be deep in thought about it, taking a few minutes to process the information and narrow it down to a few options, "...Ano...I...I guess it would be a good experience; to learn about your culture...I don't think I know much about you- even Russia-san has more influence on my country than yours does..." He sighed, "...Yet I don't think I can make it...maybe some other time-"

"It's alright, I understand people are busy, and this is a meeting...even if nobody is really doing much." He sighed, looking back at the restroom, and smiling lightly before trying to do his nonexistent work.

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Once the meeting had ended, almost everyone rushed to leave, except for the few who either had plans or were just taking their time; of course, Japan was working, and Canada was taking his time. The larger nation had watched for the longest time, straining his eyes, just to look closely at what the other nation was doing; it seemed like nothing. In his haste and the right moment of time, he walked over to the Japanese, "Hey Japan-" He placed a strange cloth over his mouth, "Does this smell like chloroform?" He asked innocently, watching as the other nation closed his eyes and blacked out, leaving him just as defenseless as he needed.

Chuckling at how easily the other had fallen, he quickly locked the door and started business; tidying the papers in the room, taking the man's files and placing them in the suitcase he had used, before carrying the man on one shoulder, and holding the bag with his other arm, which he stealthily lead out of the room, through the now unlocked door, "That was much easier than I anticipated Japan, you shouldn't ever let your guard down- even at a meeting." He chuckled, since this was supposed to be the safest place for a nation, only for one to get abducted without resistance by another. Once he walked outside, he instantly ran over to his car, making sure nobody was around, before calmly placing the Asian nation in the passengers seat, leaving the bags in the trunk, and he himself going to the drivers seat.

In the few moments it took to pull out his car, he also made sure to bind the other tightly, so he wouldn't resist when awakening in another country, "I can't believe it was that easy...they should really start maximizing the security in there. Did you even see any guards?"

'I don't think I did...then again, what would a cop do? Most wont help for anything.' Stated the voice harshly, before leaning closer to the driver, 'Remember, don't harm him yet. He might not remember what happened when he wakes up; tell him something that's believable...like he suddenly fainted- you took him to the doctors, only for them to tell you it was just stress and he needed some rest.' The Canadian mumbled, 'So you offered to let him rest there...but remember, Matthew- keep him under control, use melatonin...it works like a charm.' He chuckled, 'It can be found in food, but just in case, put a little extra.' He whispered, handing him a bottle.

The Canadian quickly took it, "Thanks...how much do I use it? In every meal? Probably just in small doses..." He mumbled, keeping his eyes on the road, which seemed pretty empty except for the occasional cars and animals along the road, "...I honestly didn't think it was actually going to be that easy though...I just kidnapped a damn country." He chuckled.

Joining in with the small laugh, the copy mumbled quietly, 'Exactly...and in time, you can do this to everyone...we can torture them, and hide every bit of evidence, I'll keep you on a strict schedule, I'll give you an alibi...'

"...But I thought you were...a part of my mind..."

'The mind can do amazing things, Matthew. Just imagine...being greater than Russia? With the world on their knees before you...they would never even suspect innocent us, will they?'

Canada thought on it for a moment, "...I...I guess not...but what about back there-?"

'You act like they saw you there for the rest of the meeting, wasn't it a bit odd how Japan had his guard lowered so drastically? Or how others just left him here without anyone else?' He hissed 'They completely forgot you were there.' Teased the voice, '...Not a single person noticed you, even Papa didn't. Isn't that wrong? Your own flesh and blood didn't even notice you- and you heard him last time...the only reason he notices you is because of your hair...' Snarled the voice, 'That's not very nice.'

The amethyst eyes of the large nation went cold and dark, "...I guess they really do want to die..." He spat out between pearly teeth, "I'm not going to show them a hint of mercy, I'll kill them in the most brutal way I can possibly think of..."

'There we go...I really missed this part of you...! Doesn't the rush feel great?' Breathlessly whispered the voice.

"It does..."

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Matthew easily carried the still unconscious Asian back, dragging the suitcase into the large home, surrounded by snow and a strange aura around it. That wasn't the situation though; Canada had to pretend for a little while, keep the man weak and vulnerable without him knowing. He walked over to his room after shutting the door, tucking the Japanese nation in the large, furry bed covered in fluffy warmth, "Have a good rest, Japan...it should be the best rest you've ever had." He chuckled, walking out of the room, locking it behind him.

'So now what are you doing? Gonna make him some food before he wakes up?' Asked himself, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, 'Do you have the melatonin I gave you? Just mix it with whatever you're gonna make...'

"Yeah, I have it. Don't worry, I'll just make him something he'll eat, like that one thing Papa said he liked..." He thought for a moment, "I'm pretty sure it was Warm Salmon Niçoise. From what I remember, it didn't take more than about...half an hour? I'm as good a cook as Papa so...I'm sure he would eat it." Stated the Canadian, sounding serious and very sure of himself, "He'll be up in about half an hour anyways, or probably somewhere along that..."

'It'll be in his system for a bit longer, probably an hour at most...' Said the other Canadian, who was helping the other taint the food.

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Kiku slowly opened his eyes, groggily looking around the room; unsure of his surroundings, "...Nn- where...where am...?" He mumbled, unable to finish the sentence due to the mild headache he was enduring, "...Ahh...it hurts..." He groaned, slowly getting out of the bed, yet was unable to fully sit up yet, "...W-why are my muscles so...stiff?" He asked himself, feeling rigid yet very wobbly. After another quick look around the room, he noticed how strange it was, "...There's...so much fur and...i-is that snow?" He whispered to himself, looking out the window, tightly shut and locked with a key, "...I have to get out...I don't even know where I'm at- I could be in Russia-sans house for all I know! I have to get out-" He freaked, trying to stand.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, showing a surprised looking Canadian, "...J-Japan? You're awake already?" He asked cautiously, walking over to the man, "Are you alright? You just- fainted out of nowhere!" He cried, looking enthusiastic about it, throwing his arms up to show exactly how exaggerated he was being, "I had to take you to the doctor's and they told me you were really stressed..."

The small Japanese nation looked confused, not at all remembering any of this...but it would explain why he was in Canada's house, "...Ano...I'm sorry to have bothered you...I can leave now if you want me to." He smiled, trying to get up on his shaking legs, protesting against the movement.

Immediately, the large nation went over to the male, helping him stand, "Don't be in a rush, Japan. It's no bother, plus- they told me to keep you away from work and anything stressful...so I'm just going to take care of you until you feel better okay?"

"W-well actually I-"

Before the man could say anything more he added, "I made you some tasty salmon!" Which made the man stop instantly, "Warm Salmon Niçoise, I'm sure you've had it before...Papa France gave you some, right?" He smiled, leading the man right towards the trap, "I made it just as tasty as his- if not better! I assure you; I get my cooking skills from Papa...he taught me everything." He stated proudly, wearing a false smile.

Trying to keep himself from drooling, Kiku nodded lightly, "...I...I would really like some...it was very delicious last time I tried it...are you sure I won't be a bother?" He asked quietly, really wanting some of that salmon.

"Of course not, you're a guest, and the doctor told me to keep you from stressing, so I'll just do everything I can to help you, alright?" He grinned lightly, "...I wouldn't want you to pass out like that again...you scared me to death; I was so worried for you..." He tried to sound caring.

Kiku bowed lightly, "T-thank you for caring about my well being...I really appreciate it, Canada-san." He smiled, trying not to rely on the Canadian too much, "...C-can you please, help me to the table? I...I'm still slightly disoriented...my head is pounding." He chuckled lightly, trying not to worry the other, "I...I would greatly appreciate it."

"There's no need to ask, Kiku- of course I would! I'll help you out in whatever you need..." He stated, helping the other to the nearby seat, where Kiku sighed in relief, "Here's the salmon I made- just be careful; don't eat too fast."

The smaller nation nodded and began to eat, biting into the salty salmon, perfectly cooked to perfection. He swallowed and smiled at the Canadian, "C-Canada-san, this is great! I envy your cooking skills! They could be better than France-san...I would try more of his food but...you never know what could be inside it..." He chuckled, remembering an embarrassing scene with an Englishman.

Matthew nodded, "I wouldn't ever put anything in your food, Kiku. You can trust me with anything! It's not like I could tell a soul..." He murmured, looking down dejectedly.

Japan stopped for a moment, "...A-ano...do...do you mind if I ask what's wrong? You...you seem very upset about something." He whispered quietly, "I can tell something is troubling you...Do you want to talk about it?" He offered kindly, trying not to seem nosy or rude, "I-if you want, I can...possibly help you out...? Um...well, depending on the situation that is." He asked weakly, wanting to help the other, yet unsure if he should.

The Canadian shook his head, "No- I...I wouldn't want to stress you with my problems...they're difficult to understand." He played along.

"I don't think this requires my state, Canada-san...it's good for your health to talk about your feelings and problems..." Kiku persisted, wanting to feel useful to the other who was seemingly treating him so kindly, "I promise on my life, I'll do something to help."

The voice chuckled from behind the Canadian, who was trying not to smirk, 'You bet your life you're going to help.' It laughed manically, 'Your life is all we need, right, Matthew?' He turned to the Canadian, who was keeping up the poker face.

"...Alright...I guess that will do." He smiled, beginning to start on his sob story, "I...I really, really don't like it when...well, when everyone always forgets me, or confuses me for Alfred...I know we look alike but...even Papa and England can't even tell me apart- Papa says it's only my hair..." He sighed sadly, looking down, "...It really hurts me how...how everyone just forgets about my very existence. I hate it, I want it to stop but...they still do it..." He bit his lip, trying not to laugh at how quickly Kiku was falling for the story, it should be a pretty quick guilt trip, "...Everyone does it...and no matter how much I try to get noticed- nothing seems to work...I'm getting so desperate." He whispered.

'You really did get desperate...' Hissed the voice, 'You went insane from it, can you believe it? It took so long too...'

Matthew glared at his plate for a split second, still detesting how the other made him lose his cool, "...Ending all of that...would take something really drastic, wouldn't it?" He choked out, trying to sound like he was holding back tears.

"...M...Matthew-san..." Started the Asian, trying to be nice to the nation who seemed on the brink of tears, "...I'm sorry, for ever forgetting you. If you want- I'll help you be noticed." He smiled, "I'll help in whatever you need, I'll even back you up, if it helps?"

Faking wiping away invisible tears, Canada smiled at him, "T-thank you, Kiku...I...I can't tell you how much this helps..." He sighed, "...After all this abuse I can't take it anymore-"

"Abuse?" Jumped up the Asian nation, "Someone has hurt you? We need to report them Matthew-san! Who did it?" He freaked, completely alarmed at the nation's situation, "I'll help you, through everything! I'll stick by your side- I swear I won't let anything happen to you!" He shouted out, not even noticing how the other was holding a strange glint in his eye, "Matthew-san, who's been hurting you...?"

"Well...I...I'm unsure if I should tell you, Kiku...they...what if they find out?" He chuckled out lightly, which sounded like sobbing to the Japanese man, "They...they're a very powerful nation, Kiku..."

Kiku shook his head, "I'm sorry for being rude and nosy about this- but I honestly want to help! I...I can't permit any other be abused by another nation! Who is he? Or she?"

Matthew looked around for a moment, trying to think of a nation, before the voice spoke to him again, repeating the name of his constant torturer, "...I-it's...Russia." He added, looking away from the man, so the other wouldn't see his smirk.

"R-Russia?" Mumbled Japan, surprised, yet not surprised, "...I had no idea he's gotten to you...I know about the other Baltic's but...I didn't know he would hurt someone as innocent as you; as far as I know your country hasn't done many crimes, right? There's no reason for him to abuse you..." Kiku stood from his chair, ignoring the slight disorientation he suffered for the moment, before walking over to the taller man, "I- I swear I'll help you and protect you as much as possible!" Kiku held the others shoulders tightly, yet didn't hug him, for his own personal reasons.

"Thanks, Kiku...you don't know how much that means to me..." He smiled sadly again, slightly holding the other nations hand in an appreciative gesture, "...Please...promise you'll help me in my defense against him?"

"Of course I promise, Matthew-san. I would gladly help in aiding you."

The Canadian copy laughed again, 'Ha! That stupid idiot doesn't know what he's getting himself into!' Snarled the man, '...But...he could be pretty useful, eh?' Matthew nodded slightly, to where the other man couldn't even tell.

Matthew stood, helping the other back to the chair, where he sat down a bit drowsily, barely able to keep his eyes open, "I really appreciate it, but you seem a bit tired...maybe you should eat some more of your food?"

"I- I guess I should...I'm a bit...tired for some reason." He yawned, trying to continue eating the salmon on his plate, ignoring his drooping eyelids, "That's strange..."

"I'm sure it'll go away after more rest...when you're finished with your meal, I'll take you to the room and let you sleep in peace." He smiled, "I have to take care of you like the doctor said."

Kiku nodded haphazardly, "T-thank you, Matthew-san. I greatly appreciate it..." He mumbled drowsily, nearly falling over, yet managed to keep his balance and continue eating the salmon.

Matthew only smiled, "It's not problem for me, Kiku." He chuckled, hiding the fact he was doing the complete opposite of helping.

'...So you're tricking him into thinking you're the nice guy, huh?' Chuckled the voice darkly, 'I didn't think you would be so mean as to make them feel for you.'

"Then I just don't know myself as well as I thought." He whispered back to the other in his head, smiling slightly at himself.