Sorry for taking so long to post..Been busy and I've been having writer's block. Anyways,I will continue to write this story and the 2p story..Well..Here's chapter 4! Enjoy and thanks for reading and reviewing!~
"Jerk England..Why did he have to get locked up?"
"He didn't mean to..It just happened." Canada replied.
Sealand was afraid, but he was trying not to show it.
"I hate this place."
"I know. I hate it too, let's find something to help them, then we can all leave."
"Ok..."
"Who are you?" The bear finally had spoken, he had been unusually quiet.
"You've been quiet for awhile Kumacha..You ok? And it's Canada, your owner."
The bear nodded and yawned.
"C-can...I pet him? Sealand asked.
"Oh sure." Canada said handing the bear over to Sealand.
Sealand held the bear in his arms and patted its head. The bear yawned again and looked up at him. "Thanks."
"Oh it's no problem, likes to be petted."
"Not that...For...Staying with me."
"What do you mean?" Canada asked.
"Jerk England and the other nations would have left me by now..Because I'm so annoying to them..." Sealand said with a sad expression, revealing hidden pains.
"Oh...I wouldn't leave you behind." Canada replied.
"Why! Why wouldn't you leave me behind like everyone else!?"
"I know how you feel...in a way."
"How!?"
"Do you know my name?" Canada asked trying to prove the point.
"You're...uh..."
"Exactly. I'm Canada and I promise that I won't leave you behind."
"Your situation is different...Actually it seems way worst!" Sealand said.
"You get used to it. Anyways,I swore and now you have nothing to worry about eh?" Canada said giving a faint smile.
"Hey, when this is over do you want to come over to Sealand?"
"Sure."
"Yeah! Let's get out of here!" Sealand said happily and then Canada reminded him,
"We have to find something to help America and England first."
"Oh yeah."
"If we hurry, then we can get this done quicker."
"Alright,lets go!" Sealand said feeling the fear begin to slip away a bit.
Canada knew of what it felt like not to be recognized or when you were...They didn't seem to want you around. Canada didn't stand out like the rest...He blended in the background just like a normal person. If they did get out of here then he might have a friend, who may recognize him for once.
"Come on!" Sealand said, getting far ahead of him.
Canada hadn't noticed that he had been lagging behind, so he quickened his pace to catch up. They walked down the quiet halls, the only sounds they could hear was their own footsteps echoing with each foot step.
"Thanks." Sealand said breaking the silence.
"No problem." Canada said with a faint smile.
"Is this place really haunted...Or is America playing a prank?"
"It's not a prank." Canada replied confirming yet another fear.
"..."
"Don't worry, if anything happens then you have me and Kumaji to depend on." Canada said trying to reassure the small nation.
"..Ok." They continued down the small hall, but they froze once they heard a small voice beckoning.
"Don't be afraid...Come on and play...~" It said in a sweet, childlike voice.
Sealand felt chills run down his spine and Canada clenched his fists ready for a fight. Sealand held the bear tight and the bear wiggled in his grasp.
"Come on...Play with me. I like new friends.." The voice continued.
They didn't see the owner of the voice anywhere, but it sounded close though..Like it was right…
"Sealand."
"W-w-what?"
"Don't turn around."
"W-What...W-w-why?"
Sealand was terrified; fear was taking a hold of his heart.
"Just don't...Keep running and never look back."
"I can't! I'm scared! I don't want to be alone!"
Canada understood the fear of being alone and said "I know...Don't worry. It won't take long..Keep running and never look back. Take care of Kumachichi."
"Canada...Please...I don't want to be alone.." The small micronation cried.
"You won't be remember?" He said pointing to the small bear.
"He's a good friend...He was to me and he will be the same to you."
"Canada.."
"Go, Please. I'll see you later eh?" Canada said forcing a small smile.
"P-p-promise..?"
"I promise." Canada replied.
The bear wiggled more in Sealand's grasp, wanting to run to his owner.
"Canada!" The bear yelled for his owner.
"You..Remembered me. That...Makes me glad..Kumajiro could you stay with Sealand until I get back?"
"Don't go!" The bear cried.
Both of them were making it difficult...Even Canada was half tempted to go with them, but if the thing was behind him..Then he had to let himself be the bait to let Sealand escape.
"Don't be afraid..It'll be ok. Please go ok?" Canada said trying to hold the smile.
"Ok..But..Come back ok?"
"I promised didn't I?"
Sealand held the struggling bear in his arms close and sprinted…Never looking back. Canada turned expecting to see the creature that wanted to play and there it stood. The little boy that Japan had spoke to.
"Where's Japan..?" Canada asked.
"Hehe...Hehe..He was a nice friend.." The spirit said emphasizing was.
"He's..." Canada trailed off.
"Yep,but I have a new friend now!"
Canada took a few steps back and the spirit continued.
"Hello Friend! Let's play!" The boy said happily.
His figure changed shape to look like their friend..Japan.
"Let's play pretend!"
"No..."
"Aw...Gomen." The kid replied in imitating Japan's voice.
"You can't pretend to be someone else..."
"Yes I can! I'll prove it to you! All of you!", The kid began to laugh and Canada's fists remained clenched.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH! You're funny. Let's play a game.." The child said keeping a grin on his face.
"No thanks."
Canada tried to not show any fear to please the spirit, but inside he was afraid. Why didn't he just follow them?.. The boy walked right up to Canada.
"But...I WANNA PLAY! PLAY! PLAY! PLA-"
Canada's fist connected with the spirit's face and sent him flying a few feet. The spirit looked dazed for a moment.
"Huh..?" The spirit said, he was confused..How could he have gotten punched so far by a human?
"Sorry I can't let you harm my friends."
"I can play that game too..I'm good at games.
Canada braced himself for what the spirit had in store. The spirit rushed at him, but before the kid even made contact, he just disappeared.
"What the..?"
Then he felt a rush of pain surge through his entire body. Canada was forced to his knees trembling and he began to cough. The coughs got worst and Canada covered his mouth to try and silence the harsh coughs. When he pulled his hand away, he saw fresh blood coating his fingers.
"..."
"PLAYY! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! HA! I LOVE THIS GAME!" The ghost said laughing.
Canada's body continued to tremble and he cursed to maple that he didn't expect it. He tried to gather his strength, but he had nothing left. He couldn't even move from the current position he was in. What seemed like hours began to pass before he heard a familiar voice.
"BRO!"
It was his brother...America...or was it just something you see before death?
"BRO!" America screamed from the other side of the hall running to his brother.
He had shoved England and Prussia aside, so he could rush to his brother's aid. He would get a scolding from England for his stupidity, but he didn't care! His damn brother was bleeding! America had spotted the blood pools that had formed from Canada's coughs. Canada let loose another coughing fit and America crouched down beside him.
"Bro..?"
His eyes widened in surprise and another dosage of fear was added into his system at the sight.
"You're...Coughing...blood?!"
Canada just nodded and continued to cough. America rubbed his back, hoping to help the best he could.
"England! What the hell do we do!?" America yelled beckoning to the British man, who was walking towards them with Prussia.
"...He might have an internal injury...We cannot fix that here, but maybe I could...Heal him." England said recalling a healing spell.
"England! Now isn't the time for your fuckin fairy crap!"
"America..." Canada managed to say weakly.
"...Canada..." America glanced at his brother, who was struggling for breath in-between coughs.
England joined America and crouched down beside him. He began to mumble a few words that America thought sounded like gibberish and then a faint glow surrounded Canada. America just watched it happen...His brother's coughing fits ended and he collapsed.
"YOU TEA DRINKING BASTARD!" America shouted, when the glow had disappeared.
He grabbed England by the collar.
"YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!"
"America..Calm yourself. I did no such thing..He was bound to collapse. He just requires rest."
America let go of England's collar and the man straightened it.
"Ok..But if he doesn't wake up..Then you know what's next." America threatened.
The British man knew that America didn't mean the threat...He was just concerned for his brother's well being. America tried to keep his anger under control in the whole mix of emotions bubbling around. Canada was taking shallow breaths and America was glad that he was at least breathing.
"two down..." England muttered.
"...We have to get out of this fuckin house now!" America said and hoisted Canada carefully over his shoulder.
"America...We have to gather the other nations." England reminded him.
"..They might be dead." America said throwing the idea out there.
Prussia remained quiet, while they carried on..It was unusual for him, but something else was on his mind to keep him from talking out. The sleeping Italian in his arms hadn't woken up yet...Not even a twitch. How would West react..? Would he break down or carry on like always? Prussia knew that Germany cared for the Italian like a brother, it seemed that way at least to Prussia.
Who else was down for the count? Prussia wondered staring at the unconscious Italy in his arms.
"Even if some are dead as you say, we still must recover any surviving nations."
"Alright..But..Can we at least...Get those two out of here first?" America said motioning to Canada and Italy.
"What do you mean...'get those two out of here'?" Prussia asked snapping away from his thoughts.
If he was going to attempt to kill Italy, then he would have to get through the awesome Prussia first.
"I mean...Head back to the entrance and walk them out." America said and Prussia was relieved it wasn't what he had thought earlier.
"Ok. Let's make our way there." England said accepting the idea.
Both of them seemed too injured to continue on in this mad house. Canada groaned and America was glad to hear the Canadian.
"Hey bro..How you feeling..?"
"How..Do..You think..?" Canada replied.
"Heh. Like,crap right?"
The Canadian gave a small nod.
"Good to see you're awake."
"I can walk..."
"You sure?" America asked, still concerned for his brother's well being.
If he wasn't feeling well then he shouldn't be on his feet.
Canada gave another nod. America slowly set Canada down and he rose to his feet, but wavered abit. "Bro?"
"Mmm...I'm fine."
America looked over to see a grinning England.
"And...You doubted me."
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry." America said to satisfy the British man before he began saying 'I told you so'.
"Where to now?" Canada asked.
"The entrance...We are getting you two out this instant." England said glancing over at Prussia holding the injured Italian.
Canada turned and saw what he was looking at.
"Italy..." Canada said softly.
"It's a sorry sight indeed."
"Less chitchat dude! Let's go!" America said wanting to get them both out of here.
"Yeah let's-" Canada stopped himself and recalled a promise he had made...to a certain someone.
He had promised to return. Canada wasn't one to break promises and he wasn't going to start breaking them now.
"I can't..." He admitted once he recalled the promise.
"What are you saying bro..?"
Canada backed away from the group and America kept his eyes focused on his brother like a hawk.
"I made a promise...Sorry."
"What..?"
"See you later eh?"
"What are you...?"
Before America could even finish, Canada had turned and ran off to go find the boy that he had made the promise to. He was sad to leave them, but promises...Were something that he couldn't break.
"CANADA! GET YOUR A-"
England had slapped him hard across the face and America just stood there dazed by the slap.
"You bloody idiot. Let him go fulfill his promise."
"You want him to get himself killed!?"
America cast the evil eye at England.
"No, but I know convincing an honest Canadian out of a promise is like, telling the frog to stop being...himself." He shuddered at the thought.