Sorry for the wait, had alot of stuff to do... but yeah here is the next chapter!

Russia lay and stare at the ceiling. Russia had sighed and scooped up Japan and carried him back to his prison of a room. Like a child tired with his game he turned out the light, locked his toy away for next time, and then left for bed. A doll whose last sight is the silhouette of their master and his friends standing in the light, then the door to the outside slowly closing. The only light cam from the slits in the window. Japan stared at those until they faded to darkness. There was no light. The only sounds were him breathing and his heart beating. But he could feel them there. Their faces, just out of sight. That smile, that damn childish smile! He couldn't tell, was he awake? Or asleep? Were his eyes even closed? They had left him, bleeding and hurt in too many ways. "O-onee-sama?" He called out to the darkness. Please, help me brother!" He sobbed and gasped for breath, he flail on his back like a dying fish. "ONEE-SAMA! Help me brother! Please! I don't want to play anymore!" There was no answer, not even an echo of his words against the walls.

He heard- no he couldn't hear them. He felt someone in the room. "Onee-sama, is that y-you?" There was silence, but he knew it was not China standing there. "Why are you here? What is the use of a toy when it is already broken!" Was he standing? Or was he still in the bed? "Come out! Where are you? I don't want to play anymore? No more of your sick games! I'M NOT YOUR TOY!" He waited, gasping for breath. Then he felt the hairs on his body rise as a voice, as cold as the very night he was lying in spoke into his ear-

Light. There was light. His eyes were open? He stared for a minute before he realized he was looking at dust floating above him in shafts of light from the window. It was day? He was asleep? He turned his head to make sure Russia was not standing there beside hsi bed. But he couldn't. He couldn't move! His eyes rolled in his head and his finger twitched. Even these efforts caused him to pant. No! He had fallen, there was nothing left for him. A nation made helpless to whatever whims of the cruel man that had found him. Dammit Russia you-

As if summoned by his name Japan heard the deadbolt slide back and someone walk into the room. He knew it was Russia without having to see him. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshitshitshitshitshitshitsh- A shadow fell over him. Russia leaned over the bed. "Are you alright, da?" Japan tried to respond but all that came out was a strangled gasp. Russia bent even closer and placed his hand on Japans forehead. The coldness of his hand felt like ice on a stove. He knew it was cold, but dammit, he had not realized how hot he was. No, no, he couldn't be hot, but he wasn't exactly cold either. It was as if his body couldn't decide. He felt the sweat sting in his eyes as he began to shiver. I must be cold. Russia stood up and said something over his shoulder but Japan did not hear it, was he deaf now too? He was floating, no. Someone had picked him up. Someone... Russia, it must be. But he was not scared. He could do nothing, say nothing, he doubted he would feel anything the man was going to do to him.

He was wet. And the water was warm. It felt so good... So comforting, he sighed and attempted to move him arm through the water. He had limited success as his arm dragged but he almost immediately stopped when it became a mass of pain. He clenched his teeth and stared at his arm as if he could make it behave. Where am I? He was happy to find that he could look around the room. First thing he noticed was that he seemed to be in a... HOT SPRING? But he was, still in Russia's house? He noticed through the steam in the room the walls were the same as those in his room, the kitchen, and the rest of the house. There was also a door leading to a hallway just like those he had been through in the house. And beside the door was the owner of the house. "It is nice, da?" Russia beamed at Japan. His smile grew after a minute. "We need to get you cleaned up before the World meeting today. You have to be able to walk in, at least, unless you would rather the other nations see me carrying you?"

It was then that Japan realized he had on no clothes. Japan tries to pull himself out of the spring but remembers that he is naked- Not that he coud have done it anyway. He could barely move and his head almost slipped under the water. Watching these antics he got up and walked across the room to where Japan was sitting in the water. "Help me out." Japan tried to keep his voice from wavering. Instead it came out as a squeak.

"Not so fast, we need to get you clean first. Can't have you going covered in blood and alcohol." japans face turned red at this, even though it wa s Russia's fault. Russia bends over and grabs Japan under the arms. He pulls him up onto a ledge on the side of the spring so that most of his body was above the water. He then sat back on his heels and pulled off his coat. Japan thought it was very odd to see him without it. Then he removed his shirt. His skin was pale and smooth, where there weren't scars. They crisscrossed his stomach, chest arms... And then slowly, with slight hesitation he removed his scarf. There was a thin line, almost unnoticeable across his neck, like someone had tried to slit his throat.

Japan stared at this in horror but Russia seemed to ignore this. But Japan noticed Russia no longer looked him in the eye. He leans over and grabs a bar of grayish soap and a rag from the side of the spring. He carefully starts to rub the bar of soap over Japans back, trying to avoid the worst of the wounds. He then soaked the cloth and scrubbed these areas. He was gentle around the wounds but soap still dripped into them, and it hurt like hell.

'Ow, that hurts!" Japan croaked.

"Da, it will hurt more if they are not cleaned and they get infected. Anyway this will help muscles so that you may walk by tonight." Japan was astounded, there was almost... something in that voice, something Japan had not heard before. Japan remained silent as he watched blood wash off into the spring. Russia continued to wash all the filth off his body, strong determined strokes. Back and forth, the smooth soap over his skin, then the rough rag... The rhythm was almsot soothing. He thought that he was about to nod off when he was lifted entirely out of the warm water. And exposing his entire body to the room. Why is the steam so thin? Why is it even here if it's not going to do its job? Russia moves around to his side and instantly Japan tries to cover himself, finding to his ultimate horror that he still had a minimal amount motion available to him. Russia bent over him and started to wash of his chest. He then move down, his movements becoming slower and more careful as he washed around the red gashes. Why is he being so gentle now? It's his fault, he's the reason I'm in this condition, he's the reason I can't move! He should have let me die an honorable death in the snow, but he is mocking me, torturing me by exploiting my weakness and helplessness! Suddenly Japan was furious. A rage built up inside him.

"Why are you being so careful?" He asked in scathing tone. When you couldn't care earlier! You just sat there with that damn smile on your face!

"Would you rather I be rough?" Russia bent over Japan, closer... His smile remained but there was a different look in his face, a more, dangerous, look.

"No, it's just weird." Japan was too mad to care about their closeness. He stared defiantly back at Russia. Russia reached out and grabbed his neck, leaning him back onto the floor. He put his legs on either side of Japan's. He continued to carefully rub his stomach with the rag, cleaning the wounds. He reached down and gripped Japan's left leg in his hand, he drew it up and started to wash it with the soap and rag. He reaches the toes and switches to the other leg. Japan's eyes are closed. Nothing is there except that touch, Russia's hands running up his leg...

It was gone, Russia's presence moved away. He opened his eyes to see Russia standing looking down on him. "You are pathetic, aren't you?" He grabs a towel from a pile and throws it to Japan.

"Hey! Hat do you mean?" He catches it and ties it around his waist.

"You can move now, da?" Japan looks stunned, he looks down at his hands for a minute.

"Yes..."

"It was in your head! Baka is what you call it? Yes you are baka. You let me make you helpless, but your anger has let you move again. Letting someone control you like that is baka. It was your emotions."

"I can show emotions if I want!" Japan spit back at him.

"But you were stronger when you did not? You never bothered to show your emotions to any of the other nations."

"S-so what?" Japan stands up. He turns around and walks out the door. He turns left and starts to walk down the hallway. After a minute he realizes how stupid he had just been. Baka... He looked around without breaking his stride. The hallway looked just like any other in the house. He theorized that he must be on the ground floor since hot springs are usually at ground level. He looked down at himself. The wounds were red, but not as bad as before.

BAKA! He was walking around Russia's house in a towel. He was practically naked and it was cold. Very cold. He started to shiver as he looked desperately for something he recognized. Finally he saw an old wooden door. He didn't remember this door... Oh well, at least I know Russia's not in there. He turned the knob and opened the door.

What hit him first was that the room was split into three very distinct sections. Each was a different color, though with the light off he couldn't make them out. He saw a light in one corner of the room and looked over to see Estonia hunched over his computer. As his shadow moved across him Estonia looked up, and then proceeded to fall out of his seat. "A-ah, Mr. Japan!" His face was a bright red in the light from his computer monitor.

"Uh gomen but I was hoping Lithuania could bandage me but it seems he is asleep." Japan was looking back across the room to a lump snoring in the farthest bed.

"Ugh, he sleeps enough for two people." Estonia got up, and careful not to look at Japan goes over and shakes Lithuania awake. "Hey, Mr. Japan needs your help!"

Japan's shivering has gotten bad enough at this point to affect his speech. "W-w-why d-da-don't y-you h-help m-m-m-meeee.?"

"Well, because, I- um..."

"Because he is afraid of you." Lithuania sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"W-w-why i-is he a-a-a-afrai-afraid of m-m-me?" Japan is stuttering so bad that he had trouble understanding himself.

"Because you are Ivan's new 'friend' since Latvia left he had to find someone else. He picked you. Estonia is just afraid that Russia might target him if he is around you. He did the same to Latvia" Japan nodded, unable to force his mouth to form words.

"Hey, hey! you, make me sound like a coward!" But even as he said this he was making nervous glances towards Japan. Lithuania got out of bed and and quickly thew on some pants and a shirt.

"Oh um, you'll need clothes wont you? I guess we're close enough..." Lithuania rummages in his drawers and pulls out some clothes, then seeing Japan's trembling form reaches over and grabs a blanket from his bed and wraps it around Japan. Japan attempts a thank you but soon give up. "Here, follow me, the Sunflower Room is not far this time." Lithuania starts walking down the hallway, purposefully slowing his stride to match Japan's uneven one. Lithuania stops outside the pale blue door. He turns the doorknob and walks in. The room was the same as before. The same walls, that same hospital bed... Lithuania looks back to see Japan stopped in the doorway. "Hey, you don't have to sit on the bed this time. If you're well enough you can remain standing, but you at least have to stand over here." Japan slowly walks to the middle of the room and turns around so that he won't have to look at it.

Lithuania got the jar of ointment and handed it to Japan, "Here put this on, not too much, just enough to cover the wounds. Tell me when your done." Japan spread it on as much of his body as he could, only missing his back. Lithuania came over and finished it. Japan had to clench his teeth to keep from screaming, or running from the room. The wounds didn't hurt that much, the memories did. Lithuania finished and walked across the room to wash his hands, just as Russia had done.

Japan watched in horror as Russia washed his hands. The large nation slowly moved his hands back and forth, having to bend over to reach the sink because of his immense size.

"I-Iva-" Lithuania turned around and Japan stopped. He had sworn it was Russia, he had seen the coat, the scarf... Lithuania looked at him concerned.

"Are you all right, Mr. Japan?"

"Ye-Yeah." Japan stuttered. Lithuania nodded and walked over to a cabinet, he grabbed three rolls of new bandages and put them on the bed behind Japan. Japan just watches the memories clouding his vision.

"Ok I'll have to start with your middle here." Lithuania bends down and places his hand to hold the bandage, right where Russia's had. He could feel the cold fingers... Japan whirled around out of his grasp. He stood there panting.

"Don't touch me." He growled.

"H-hey! What- Mr. Japan! Careful or you'll tear the wounds open again, come on I need to bandage you back up!"Japan takes another step back.

"Don't touch me."

"M- Mr. Japan?" Lithuania takes leans closer. Japan takes another step back.

"No."

"Pu-PLEASE!" Lithuania looks desperate he reaches his hand out towards Japan.

"No." Japan tries to take another step back but Lithuania lunges out and grabs his shoulder. Japan jerks back out of his grasp but tangles up his feet. He falls backwards- to be caught by two strong arms. He looked up to see bright violet eyes and that same almsot childish smile. "R-Russa..." His memories disappeared for he no longer needed them, the monster had had already been summoned.