Here's the next part. It looks like these chapters are getting shorter, yes? D8 It's ok I'll make some longer chapters sooner or later. Well here you go.

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Almost everyone in the meeting room was talking now. The countries who stayed to witness Belarus's attack were complaining to Russia and even Ukraine. Telling Russia to 'Keep her under control' and Ukraine, well because they knew she wouldn't do anything cruel to them, most people would yell at and blame her. Everyone was too afraid to get mad at the cause of this madness, Belarus. Canada wasn't too pleased with how they acted, but that's just human behavior, even if they were countries. When you're too scared to deal with the real problem face to face you find a scapegoat and blame everything on that. Though that was the case he didn't pay that much attention to it. The wound hurt too much to pay much attention to anything else, especially since England was tending to it keeping it from bleeding too much and cleaning the blood off with a cold wet cloth that stung every time it touched him.

America worried his head off, though he tried not to show it. Of course, he had a good reason to worry. There was no way anyone could call an ambulance here, so many rooms, no phones. Just Canada's luck as well, no one had a cell phone. That was mostly because England told everyone not to bring a cell phone so the meeting would not be interrupted due to it being so important. What's worse is even if anyone did have a cell phone there wasn't a hospital for miles.

Because the meeting was so important everyone was a little more ticked than they would normally be. This was supposed to be about peace for at least a whole month. All of December, but so far it wasn't going so well and just about everyone already doubted it could be peaceful.

"England, we need to get that bullet out of his leg, now!" America shouted, anxious about the bullet being there. England thought he was overreacting a little since the bullet didn't seem to hit any major blood veins or anything too important.

"I know! I don't exactly have the tools to remove a bullet at the moment"

Russia, overhearing this ignored the small bunch of angry people slightly shouting at him. Instead he walked over to Canada and kneeled in front of him next to England.

"Commie bastard! Stay away from my brother!" America shouted with much rage in his voice.

"America! Please don't be mad. It wasn't his fault"

America tried not to vent, the most he did was glare hate toward Russia.

Russia examined Canada's wound. The bullet almost missed him, the wound was so close to the edge of Canada's leg it was impossible for it to be too far down, or far down at all.

"I can get it out" Russia said as he looked at England hoping he'd approve.

"What? With what? You're fingers?"

"Da"

"NO WAY! Do you realize how much that would freakin hurt!" America jumped in the conversation rejecting the idea. "You just want to hear him scream, I know it!"

Though Russia would like that, he didn't admit it. There was also a side of him that did want to help.

"I… I need your help… if we're going to get the bullet out" Saying he needed help seemed so difficult for him. He obviously wasn't the type who asked for help.

America was about to say something when, for once, Canada spoke before him.

"Please, just let him. I trust him" Canada smiled nervously. He did want to trust Russia, so he tried to, but he was more nervous about how much this method of his would hurt.

The other three men were silent. England only stared at Canada as if waiting for him to change his mind. Finally, he sighed heavily and ran his fingers threw his hair.

"Alright… We'll help"

"What! No way, I'm not helping him do this to my brother!"

"America just cooperate! The sooner we get that bullet out the better!"

America pouted. He stared at Canada's wound, making his decision.

"Alright fine, but I'm watching you commie…"

Russia did not respond to that.

"Lay down"

"W-what? Why?"

"Do it"

Russia's commands were short simple and to the point and quite serious. Canada nodded and did what he was told. Russia looked up at America ordered him to hold Canada still. America wasn't too pleased with taking orders from Russia, but he did. Next, Russia told England to hold his legs, so he did.

"Keep him still" He said removing his gloves.

Canada gulped. Seeing how serious Russia was about this he knew this was going to be painful.

Without any hesitation Russia dug his fingers in the wound, opening it more and causing it to bleed once more. Canada screamed in unbearable pain. He wanted to escape so badly, he tried to struggle free but couldn't. England and America held him still as Russia dug deeper in the wound. Canada wasn't all that used to physical pain, things like this hardly happened to him.

"HURRY UP ALREADY! GET IT OUT!" America complained. He made it clear to everyone that he didn't want to see his brother in so much pain. For him, it must've been even worse for the fact that he was keeping his brother still so he couldn't escape the pain, as if he was helping Russia torture him.

"Got it" Finally, Russia removed the bullet. England let go of Canada, but America lifted his brother up and held him tightly. Only Canada could hear him muttering curse words to Russia.

Canada didn't pay much attention to the hug. He was trying to ignore the intense pain in his leg. They needed something to wrap around Canada's leg to stop the bleeding, Russia knew this. He stared at his scarf, knowing that would help, but he didn't want to get it covered in someone's blood. Why should he care about him… why did he help him in the first place? Looking up and away from the scarf and at Canada, he only stared. Why didn't he find his pain amusing? He tightened his grip on the scarf making his decision.

Canada felt something soft and warm wrapping around his leg. He opened his quickly gasping in shock and in slight from the contact as his leg twitched.

"Don't move" Russia scowled at Canada displeased with his decision.

Canada shut his mouth and sat still only staring at the scarf. America stopped his tears and looked up to find Russia using his scarf as a bandage. He was about to say something, but just seeing Russia use his own, most precious possession for something so small as a bandage, he was a little impressed and confused. Canada was just as impressed but he said nothing as well.

"Alright, that should help" Russia's words were emotionless.

"Well then…" America started "I'll take him home"

"I-I can walk brother, It's ok" Canada tried to seem strong enough to do this himself, but his brother refused. Canada tried to prove him wrong by standing up but his leg hurt too much, he collapsed just in time for America to catch him. America carried his brother out of the building and took him home, forcing Russia to watch them leave with his scarf.

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I don't know too much about bullet wounds, just that they hurt. OTL So don't kill me if I got anything wrong. XD