This chapter is a little shorter than the last one, but whatever, I'm happy with this one since I have everything that I wanted to put in it. The next one is going to be a little longer than normal, though, so be warned! ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own this, I wished I owned a country though...
When the being finally materialized, it was at least twenty below zero. By this time, even Russia was shaking. America's teeth were chattering and he had taken on a slightly blue color, which worried Canada a little. If America passed out, then he was going to have to save two people instead of one. And if Russia decided on attacking them, they wouldn't be able to retaliate. Canada needed America to stay away.
Canada also felt slightly frozen, and his teeth couldn't stop shaking. He could feel himself frosting over, his fingers going numb in turn. He felt heavy and slow as a sense of dread filled his body.
"Well, hello there Canada, I see you brought some friends," A hollow voice cut through the air like a sharp knife, "I hope you don't want to fight. That would be most...unwise of you, especially with my temper right now."
In turn, America shifted himself so that he was in between Canada and General Winter.
"I can't see your citizen. Maybe he was lying to you…?" To Canada's dread, he sounded a little hopeful at that idea. It sounded as if he was ready to get away from here.
"I don't know," Canada replied, not entirely sure why he said that. He didn't want to be here, either.
"Ah, Russia, son, what are you doing here? I'm supposed to meet up with you in a week," General Winter said, his breath sending another blast of cold air out into the alley that everyone was in.
"I could not wait to see you, so I came here," Russia told him, his voice wavering slightly.
Is Russia…scared of this person? Canada asked himself, disbelieving. He's never scared of anything…
"I have also brought you something," Russia started, taking the bag of drugs out of his coat. He tossed them to General Winter, who caught them easily with a flick of his hand and gave Russia a questioning look.
"Do you think that I am a druggie?" General Winter asked, his voice showing a trace of anger that he was attempting to hide.
"I noticed you were having headaches, so I bought these for you. I do not think you are a druggie," Russia explained, staring down at his feet and turning a pale color, "I thought maybe you could give me a nicer winter this year in return…?"
To that, General Winter laughed. Canada flinched away, hiding behind America in an attempt to stay away from that sound. It sounded like starvation and hunger and the bitter, bitter cold that froze people to death on a daily basis.
"Do you actually think that I will be nice to you because of this?" General Winter laughed, holding his sides as if his laughter was hurting himself, "I think I will make your winter this year even worse just because of that idea. Pathetic, thinking that you could win me over with a couple of drugs, especially with what is happening nowadays." He walked over to Russia in three long strides and grabbed him tightly around the neck. Within seconds, the large nation was turning blue and was struggling with trying to stay awake.
"Hey," A voice rang out. Canada flinched at the loudness of it. Why is America talking? Canada thought weakly, Maybe General Winter will do all of us a favor and freeze his mouth shut…
"Leave him alone," America continued, "It was just a mistake on his part. You don't have to kill him over it. You're not the boss of the world, you know."
General Winter turned to him, an evil glimmer in his eyes. "And who are you? I believe I recognize you from somewhere…are you the northern country I came here to see?"
America shrugged, "Maybe, everyone comes to see me, and I am a North American nation. But I don't know you, and I'm the hero so I would know everyone I saw, even if I saw the person far away at a glance…wait! You said you came here to see a northern nation, right? Do you have a person with you? Are you the citizen-napper?" America's voice sounded accusing at the end, and Canada couldn't help but grimace at America's choice of words. True, he was never good with rhetoric, but Canada hoped that one day he may use some large words once in a while.
General Winter laughed. "I know who you are now!" He exclaimed, "You are the country on the other side of the lake, right?" Once America nodded, he continued, "I have been there once, and I think that place is probably one of the worst places to go to! No one has any logic in that country of yours, and everyone is so fat and lazy! And the other countries there aren't any good, either. None of them are good in bed-"
"Wait, there are no other countries below me except for Mexico and a few central American countries. Are you calling Mexico bad in bed?" America laughed, "I'm so telling her that!"
General Winter ignored him and went on, "And you have the worst people. And the worst government. No one likes anyone down there, it's a mess. I never go down there; it is a waste of time to even walk down there!"
America frowned, letting the words sink in. He clenched his fist, and Canada moved out from behind him and in between the two. He knew that is America was going to lash out at this person, it would end badly for everyone.
"D-do you have my citizen?" Canada asked General Winter, staring at the ground and feeling as if he just signed a death warrant. He could tell that this person wanted to hurt someone. As long as it's not one of my people, I'm fine with it. He thought. "I-I came here because I got a text message saying someone did. I came to get them back. A-and America came here too because of that. I don't know about Russia, though. He already told you why he is here, though, so you shouldn't worry about him. Now, can you please tell us why you are here?" he didn't understand why he was being so polite, but he had this terrible feeling that if he wasn't polite, then he would end up like Russia, who was still struggling to catching his breath.
"No," General Winter told him, making Canada feel a little better about the whole situation. "I said that to get you here," he explained, making Canada's heart sink.
This isn't going to be good, Canada thought, wondering if it was too late to run away.
"Why do you want my brother?" America yelled, moving out from behind Canada and standing next to him, "What do you want from him?" He asked, sounding redundant.
General Winter chuckled, "You sound so dumb, but my business has nothing to do with you, so be smart for once and stay out of this." He then turned to Canada and said, "I came to give you a decent winter."
To Canada, this seemed like a strange request. He always had a good winter. After all, many of his citizen often complained about the long and harsh winter his land often brought. And he also doubted that there could be a colder winter than the winters in the places far north, like the northern parts of Nunavut.
But America found something wrong with that, and he quickly jumped out in front of Canada. He had seen something, like a twitch of General Winter's coat, or the slight glimmer of steel flying toward Canada.
And with a lurch and a strange, animal-like sound coming from America's mouth, he fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Canada stood there dumbfounded for a second, as if he didn't believe what had just happed. Then once he mentally slapped himself for being stupid, he rushed toward his fallen brother.
He heard the sounds of a fight in the background, but it didn't matter to him what was happening around him. He saw some blood pooling in the ground where America had fallen.
America was hurt, Canada thought, grabbing his cell phone out of his jacket and dialing 911. He needed to get him to a hospital. He flipped America over so that his wound was facing up, and then took off his red-and-white scarf and placed it on the wound, slightly remembering his first-aid training that he got before he had fought in WWII.
"Get off me!" Canada heard someone scream behind him. There were more sounds of fighting and then a large crash came from the far end of the alley.
Turning around, Canada saw Russia rushing for them, bleeding from the head and shoulder and bending down as if he was about to pick someone up.
Jumping out of the way just in time, Canada avoided being run over by the larger nation. "Get help!" Canada shouted after him, reaching down to put pressure on America's wound again in a futile attempt to stop the flow of blood.
But then America wasn't there where he had left him and Canada just barely glanced up to see a certain Russian turn left out of the alley.
Certain that America was with him, Canada rushed after the larger figure. "Let him go!" He shouted, determined to catch up to the nation and save his wounded brother.
His glasses had been knocked off of him when he had fallen to the ground. He didn't know whether or not that was a good thing. It was good in the aspect that he didn't see the amount of blood that he had lost or the silver and awfully cold piece of metal that was protruding from his stomach. If he had seen that, he probably would have made the whole situation worse by trying to treat it himself.
But he was as blind as a bat right now, so he couldn't see who had picked him up and was currently running with him in his arms. But he would hear the person talking. It was in a Russian accent, and for the life of him America didn't see the sense of having a Russian in Canada. They were both very cold places. It made more sense to go have a vacation in a place like Florida, where the low temperatures were in the sixties.
"Where can I go?" The voice muttered, "He needs warmth. I can't go home. At least, not now. I need a safe haven, but where?"
A safe haven...a warm haven, America thought sluggishly, his limbs and head going fuzzy from loss of blood. He smiled as he thought of a simple solution to the problem: Go north. Use a train. Go to the most northern stop. Then walk the rest of the way there. It is warm at the end. I promise.
America didn't know who promised him that, but he forced his muscles to move. "Go on a train," he rasped.
The person that was holding him stopped and held him tighter, slightly restricting his breathing. "Where did you say to go? A train, da?" The person asked.
I know that accent...but who has it again? America thought, frowning. He then decided to forget about it, since he probably wasn't going to figure it out anytime soon. His thought were getting slower and he quietly rasped, "Yeah, go north. On a train. Wake me up when we get there."
And with that, darkness overcame his senses and he gave one more shutter before he lost all thoughts and went unconscious.
Ah...I really have nothing to say about this, except maybe I'm more into this fanfiction because this December is officially the third coldest winter ever in the state that I live in. And guess what: there's going to be a white Christmas! :D I'm so happy! :D
And...I got one of those awesome snowball-makers today (Which is made in the USA, so its awesome! XD), so tomorrow...if you're one of my neighbors...watch out...kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol...XD
Winter is one of my favorite seasons...btw, look for one more chapter before Christmas, I'm going to be working hard this week on my writings because I have no school this week.
Anyway, please review and tell me whether or not you think Jack Frost is one of General Winter's underlings. It is very important that I know!
Cookies and a kiss from Canada if you review! :D