The entire area was blanketed with thick layers of snow. Canada shivered and held his pet polar bear, Kumajiro, for warmth. Kumajiro looked up at Canada, unphased by the coldness. "Is something wrong?" he asked innocently.

Canada shook his head. "It's just colder here than I'm used to," he muttered. He looked up and stared at the huge mansion like home in front of him.

"Is this 's house?" Kumajiro asked.

"Yeah. We're gonna stay here for a while."

Kumajiro frowned. "Why? Isn't some sort of evil overlord or something?" he asked.

Canada chuckled slightly as he made his way towards the home. "It's just a little country issue he and I have to work out, that's all," he said.

"Who are you again?"

"I'm Canada..." Canada replied with an irritated twitch. No matter how long he'd lived with him, Kumajiro never seemed to remember his name. Then again, Canada never really cared to remember the bear's name in return, so they were even. Besides, he didn't feel like getting rid of his one faithful companion in all these years. Not yet, at least.

Before he got the chance to knock on the door, they swung open quickly, slightly surpising Canada. A young boy stood there at the entrance, trembling slightly. His blue eyes stared at Canada, slightly worried and looking as if they were sending some sort of messege. Please leave. You can still get away from if you do. Of course, he wouldn't dare say these things outloud, especially after being scolded by Estonia and Lithuania for being so blunt most of the time.

"P-P-Please, come in," Latvia stammered, gesturing him inside nervously. Canada nodded and entered, welcoming the warmth inside the mansion.

"Ah, Canada-kun!" Russia said as he came down the staircase, making Latvia jump slightly. "I'm glad you came through all the trouble of coming out here to discuss our plans." He spotted Kumajiro wrapped in Canada's arms and smiled, putting his hands behind his back. "And who is this? A pet of yours, da?"

Canada nodded. "Yeah, this is Kuma...uhm...Kumaaa..." He bit his lip, trying to remember the bear's name.

"Kumajiro!" the bear said cutely.

Russia chuckled and softly petted Kumajiro. "He is cute," he said with an innocent smile. "Though, I am not sure he would have any interest in our meeting. Maybe we have someone watch over him while we discuss, da?"

"Mm," Canada murmered in agreement.

Russia looked at Latvia. "Oh Latvia, you wouldn't mind looking after him, right? I'm sure he won't do any of the biting," he said, smiling. Latvia nodded quickly, fearing Russia's gaze, and carefully took Kumajiro out of Canada's arms and into his. Before he could leave, Russia asked, "Oh, and might I ask where Lithuania has been? I haven't seen him since yesterday."

Latvia sadly looked down. "O-Oh, uh, he locked himself in his room after you carelessly told him about Poland..." He blinked and quickly looked up, shaking in fear. "I-I-I mean, n-not carelessly! Y-You just didn't consider his feelings! W-WAIT! That wasn't it either-"

"Latvia, can you please shut up?" Russia asked cheerfully. Latvia nodded quickly and headed where Estonia was, glad to leave Russia's presence.

Russia turned his attention to Canada now. "Let's go in my office, da? It's much more private, and there's less of a chance that someone will accidentally or purposely eavesdrop." He then began walking, expecting Canada to follow. He did, feeling just a bit nervous.

In the office, Russia sat at his desk and held his face in his hands, looking up at Canada. "So. How do we do this?"

Canada sat in the chair in front of the desk and looked up at the cieling pensively. "Well, we want my brother to suffer, right?"

"Very much so, I hope."

"All right. So, there are two ways he can suffer. Pychically and mentally."

Russia tilted his head slightly. "And I get to take care of the phsyical part, right?" he asked. Canada nodded, and he smiled. "Good. Now, as for mentally...we can always...hurt someone he is close to, da? Who would that be?"

A sly grin appeared on Canada's face. "Oh, I think that much is obvious, eh?"

England turned over in his sleep, having a nightmare. He couldn't stop shaking. He gripped the blankets for comfort tightly. "N-No..." he murmered in his sleep. "Y-You can't...get away from him..." A gentle hand went on his shoulder, and he quickly shot up from his sleep.

America looked at him with concern. "You okay, bro? You were having a nightmare or something," he said, handing England a glass of water, who gratefully accepted and took huge gulps from it. America frowned. "Was it the same one you've been having?"

England sighed and nodded. "Y-Yeah..." he said, still trembling slightly. "I just...I don't even know how to expain it. Everything's in red, and I'm trying to run to you, but no matter how hard I try, I can't..."

Sighing, America softly kissed England and held him protectively in his arms. "Hey, it was just a dream. It's probably like that one time when I was playing Slender and I kept having nightmares..."

"This isn't about a stupid video game, though," England said softly, resting his head on America's shoulder. "It's so real...I hate it so much..."

America softly lifted England's head up so that they would be staring into eachother's eyes. "It's just a bad dream, Arthur. I mean, seriously, it's not as if anything bad is really going to happen to us, right?"