Let's try this AGAIN, a program on my computer shut it down and lost hte editing I had done on this, so I am angry now. This chapter may be long but I seem to be unable to write a short one, you can be sure the story is going to be long to! (oh and NO I do not proof-read so you will get all my mistakes) I am a junior in high school and yet i can not used correct grammar or even spell. yay for spell check. well then enjoy and as always tell me what you think! (Oh and sorry for any mis-used words, especially any not English ones, I feel like I am using them wrong)


Japan woke up later, it took him a few seconds to realize why it was so dark even with his eyes open. He quickly scanned the room. The door was being opened, the sound of it scraping against he floor had woken him. "Oh, CRAP. I hope it isn't France-" Just then he remembered where he was, just as the towering figure stepped into the room.

"France? There is an amusing story I should know about that, da?"

"Yo-you can read my mind!"

"No, but you are easy enough to read. You are hungry, da?"

"NO! I'm not..." Japan looks away, fear sending shivers through his body no matter how much he tried to stop them.

"Well then I will take this and leave you toe rest today. I have need of you tomorrow." Russia turned around and took a step towards the open door. It was then Japan noticed the platter in his hands, full of warm steaming food...

"I don't want it." Japan repeated, almost as to assure himself of the fact, for his body was trembling from fear, but also from exhaustion and his own weakness. As soon as he heard the bolt lock into place and Russia's footsteps fade he let go of his self control and tears started to flow down his face. He couldn't stop them, all those years of suppressing his emotions, and not even a full day locked up by this bastard and he was already blubbering. "I need to get out of here!"

An hour or so later his tears had all but dried up. He lay down and pulled the covers to his chin and tried to sleep. The same few words running through his head, "I need to get out."

He wakes up later to a shaft of cold gray light angled across his face. He tries to judge the time by the what he could see through the slits in the windows but time never seemed to change in this place. The only way you could tell one day from the next was when night snuck up on you and grabbed you in its lethal grasp. He was shivering from pure exhaustion just from the effort of sitting up. The hunger had gone to an empty feeling and the room had started to move. He felt light enough that the drafts in the room would soon knock him over. And it was fucking COLD.

"If you are cold maybe you should put these on."

"What are they?" Japan tries to see through the blurriness of his vision, only succeeding in making himself even dizzier.

"Clothes, I had to borrow them from Lithuania, hopefully hey will fit." Russia steps up to the bed and looks down over Japan. "You can dress yourself, da? You look like you going to pass out!"

"I'm fine!" Japan grabs the clothes offered to him and quickly scrambles to put hem on, his vision starts to clear but mostly he is does it by touch alone. After he puts them on he catches a whiff of smell. It was strange but pleasant.

"Ah yes." Said Russia, watching Japan, "Lithuania does have a nice aroma to him doesn't he?"

"Wha- yes, he does." Japan quickly turned his head away, why had he just said that? He was trying to show Russia that he was not weak and yet... the mans very presence seemed to suck the life out of him.

"You are ready now?"

"Baka" Mumbled Japan, why was he so weak? "Where are we going?" He asked in his strongest voice, which turned into a raspy croak.

"As i told you yesterday I have need of you, and, Baka, you first need food and something to drink before you completely fade away."

"I don't need anything to eat, Arigatō." Japan tried to stand up as tall as he could, even though he couldn't really feel his legs at the moment. Russia urned around and after a pause said, "Follow me." And he walked out of the room. Japan hesitantly started to walk after him. What else was he to do? at least he was out of the room now. Russia led him a down a long dark hallway with peeling wallpaper and dust handing in the air. Though the man was large and impressive, he was far from prosperous. Japan almost felt pity for the man ahead of him. Russia stopped so suddenly that Japan ran into him, his immediate response was to take step back but his legs were not working and he felt himself falling. He was jerked to a stop, his face inches from the floor, he looked up to see a large gloved hand wrapped around his arm. Russia pulled him back up to his feet and to Japans horror did not let go as Russia dragged him through a door he had not noticed before. Russia dragged him over to a worn wooden chair in front of an equally old an worn table and released his arm. Japan sat down for he could stand no longer. Russia walked over to what appeared to be a very old stove and began banging around.

"What are you doing?"

"Whether or not you want to eat is of no concern to me, but I will not starve myself because of your foolishness." Russia did not bother to turn around as he answered. He continued to bang around in a very un-cooking-like manner until a few minutes later when he approached the table with two plates filled with steaming hot eggs and sausage. He walked back across the room to a dirty looking box that turned out to be fridge, he returned with two glasses full of a clear liquid.

"Whats that for?" Russia ignores Japan's question. After a minute Japan stands up, "I'm leaving." Russia continues to ignore him, his face still angled down at hsi plate, then a grin spread across his face. "Russia your very rude."

"You say that to the man who carried you miles across the snow, bound your wounds, and has now cooked you a delicious breakfast?"

"Why am I here?"

"What you mean? I found you in the snow so I carried you here to my house where it was warm." Japan stood there, staring at Russia, then proceeded to return to his seat.

"Whatever."

"Eat your food before get cold, not so good then, da." Russia beams at Japan. Japan in turn takes another sip of water.

"So, you do not remember why you were in the snow, or why you are injured?"

"No, i don't" Japan said, staring right into those cold, soulless eyes.

"Thats is problematic, no? We will ignore the Latvia incident for now, now we must focus on why you are hurt, I presume someone must have hurt you, unless you did this to yourself?"

"I can not hurt myself." Japan lowers his eyes.

"That is an interesting way of saying that, though for now I think we must focus on who did hurt you then. You have not angered any nations recently?" That stare was penetrating, Russia barely seemed to blink or breath, he just, watched.

"I have not angered anyone."

"I find that hard to believe, but if so then we must go and look for them, da? The next meeting of the nations is in three days, you need to be strong by then so the other nations see no weakness."

"Yes."

"Ah! We finally agree on something." Russia stands, well i have many things to do today, Lithuania will watch you." Russia begins to walk from the room. After only two steps he finds himself hindered by a small nation wrapped around his waist.

"Be careful." Japan says, muffled against Russia's back. Russia stiffened. Oh crap what did I just do! Bakabkabaka! Russia will-

Russi grabbed the arms wrapped around him, and gently removed the smaller nation. He then quickly strode out of the room.

Japan sat there staring at the peeling wall and the dust drifting through the dim yellow light. A while later he heard footsteps, he tensed but it was only Lithuania walking into the room. He was wandering around as if doing some mundane task. When he saw Japan his face instantly lightened. "How are you Mr. Japan.?"

"Fine, and so is Latvia."

"Good, good! I hope he can be happy with Se-" Lithuania trailed off and tilted his head to the side. "Russia's coming see you later!" Lithuania made a run for the door but Russia was already standing there. He grabbed Lithuania's collar and dragged him to stand in front of Japan. "Now where were you off to! You act as if you are afraid of me? Or were you just afraid of me walking in on yours and Japan's little chat? You were treating our guest well?"

Japan started to panic, "Ivan, please let go of him." Japan got up out of his chair and looked Russia in the eye the best he could with their height differences.

"There you go, you called me 'Ivan' again, since when were we such friends? And do not worry I am not hurting him." Lithuania had begun to shake violently by now, his feet barely touching the floor, and his eyes wide in terror.

"Ivan, stop." Japan attempts to push Japan but the larger man doesn't even flinch. Russia reaches his free arm down and wraps it around Japan, pushing his face into his chest. He wasn't holding him tight enough to restrict air flow but the very physical presence of the larger nation caused Japan to gasp for air. "Now, now, this is no way to treat friend?"

"Iva-" Japan never finished his sentence, he slumped in Russia's arms as consciousness left looks down at he pathetic figure he held in his arm.

"You are weak, Kiku Honda."