Chapter six
England landed the plane a few miles away from the forest behind Russia's mansion. He looked at Meribell who was staring out at the snow. "Now Meribell, I want you to stay here-"
Meribell shook her head interrupting England. "No, Mr Kirkland. I'm coming with you. I won't sit on the side lines while you and Al get into all sorts of trouble."
England smiled. "I knew you would say that, Meribell. Come on then, and stay close." With that England slipped out of the plane. But when his feet touched the ground, he lent back in to pull an object wrapped in cloth out from behind the pilot seat. When Meribell looked at it with a slight frown, England laughed slightly. "It will come in useful later Meribell, which is why I always carry it with me." Meribell smiled then and the two of them set off towards the forest and Russia's mansion on the other side.
Russia laughed as he saw the plane descending from where he stood on the snow covered plains. He would recognise that plane anywhere. So England has come, and so soon. I thought I would have more time for fun with my guest. Then he tilted his head as a plan began to form. A way to make America suffer more deeply than any physical wound Russia could give him. A slow smile spread across Russia's innocent looking face as he walked towards the place the plane had landed. He would enjoy this.
Canada pounded down the stairs to the basement and rushed to the room where Prussia was being held. He burst through the door, surprising Prussia who had been sitting quietly against the back wall. Canada rushed over to Prussia and knelt down next to him. Prussia frowned. "What's going on Mattie?" He asked, "why the rush?"
"Turn around." Canada said breathlessly. When Prussia just stared at him, Canada grabbed his shoulders and began to turn him. "Come on Gil, turn around. Quickly we don't have much time." Prussia turned not knowing what was going on. He felt Canada's hands against his wrists and then the ropes binding his wrists were gone. Prussia's eye widened as he moved his arms for the first time in years. He turned to face Canada, who smiled at him. "I'm taking you with me Gil," Canada said kissing Prussia on the forehead, and then taking his hands and kissing each of them. "I cannot leave you here."
Prussia stared at Canada, then reached out with his hands and pulled Canada into him; he wrapped his arms tightly around Canada's body and buried his face in Canada's blonde hair. "I have wanted to do this for so long, Mattie." He whispered into his ear. "And now I can, I don't ever want to let you go."
Canada hugged Prussia back, just as tightly, and then leant back slightly. "I know, Gil, but we have to go. Once we are far away from here, I promise that I will never let you go either." He felt Prussia's arms release him and got to his feet then held his hand out to Prussia. "Let's go home." He said and a smile crossed Prussia's face as he took Canada's out stretched hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. He followed Canada to the door, and took his first step out of that room, since the day Russia threw him in. Finally his freedom had come to him, and he never thought it would look so beautiful as the man standing in front of him now.