"p-please stop." Canada moaned on the floor. He clenched his hands into fist refusing to let the tears fall. Belarus smirked and leaned down, trailing the bloody knife across Canada's chest. "not until you learn your lesson."

"we have been dealing with a main power failure lately, therefore our elevators aren't operating properly. We apologize for any inconvenience and will do our best to get you out immediately."

"what the fuck does that mean?" america asked.

"my german is not to good, but I'm pretty sure it means that the elevator is not working." England said, a frown appearing on his face.

"what!" america exclaimed. "Mattie is in trouble we have to get out of here now!" the american yelled. "Alfred calm down we'll get out." england tried to calm the other nation down. "We have to get out right now! Mattie needs me! I have to help him! I'm the hero!" america began banging on the elevator door, as if it would somehow get him closer to his brother.

"...he's right we need to get out," Russia's eyes darkened. "right now." The other nations in the elevator turned to look at Russia. The large man had moved until his back was pressed against the far wall of the elevator, and one hand was entangled in his hair.

"What will your sister do?" France asked a worried looked in his blue eyes. America had ceased his banging on the door and was also looking at Russia.

Russia's throat tightened, but he forced his words out anyway. "B-Belarus will do terrible things with her knife...she..." Russia felt as if he couldn't breathe, he couldn't tell which was bothering him more right now. Anger at his sister or worry for Canada.

America did not need Russia to finish that sentence his imagination had already taken over. Belarus leering over a weak Canada and repeatedly plunging a knife into his brother's defenseless body. Canada laying on the floor as blood pooled underneath his body, the usually warm and inviting violet eyes, cold and lifeless.

America clenched his hand into fist and began banging his fist against the door again with renewed vigor. He was the hero. He HAD to save his brother.

Russia's mind was headed in a similar direction, with images of the boy writhing in pain while he sat in an elevator unable to stop his little sister. Russia wanted to help his Canada, Russia needed* to help Canada.

Russia slid down until he was seated on the ground, his heart felt like it was about to fall out. He would never get out of this elevator, he would never see his Canada again, and the worst part about all of it...he was stuck in an elevator with America, England, and France.

America continued to beat on the elevator door. Why wasn't anyone coming to get them out of this damn elevator. America let his hand rest on the surface of the door and took in a shaky breath. Why hadn't Canada listened to him when he warned him about Russia. Russia. This was all that man's fault. America turned around and glared at the man who was resting on the ground with his head in his hands.

"This is your fault." America's voice was full of hatred. Russia raised his head to look at America. "What are you talking about?" Russia asked.

"If you had stayed away from my brother none of this would have happened!" America exclaimed.

"This is not my fault." Russia said trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

"Mattie doesn't need a jerk like you in his life!"

"Matvey is my friend, you are the one who needs to leave."

"I'm his brother he needs me!" America was sure that his brother needed him, right?

"You can't even remember him."

"Stop!" All the nations in the elevator turned to the little bear whom they had forgotten about. "Cana hurting!" The nations sobered up and remembered why they were here, who they were fighting over.

The four nations stood in an awkward silence until the elevator door opened revealing two hotel workers. Without any hesitation kumajirou, Russia and America took off, quickly exiting the elevator and bolting down the hall to Russia's room. England and France trailed close behind.

America made it to the room first, and he jumped over the door lying on the floor. Then ripping the blonde chick he didn't know off of his brother. Belarus slammed into her brother's chest and immediately latched onto him.

"Big brother you are back!" Belarus exclaimed happily despite the splatters of blood on her face. Russia felt like he was going to be sick.

"Get out!" russia yelled at his sister. "b-but big brother-"

"no! Get out!" Belarus flinched she had never heard her brother speak to her this way, no matter what she did he never yelled at her.

Russia slammed his fist against the wall and let a growl escape his lips. "I said get out!" Belarus hesitated looking from her brother to the pathetic Canadian on the floor.

"why do you want him so badly brother. Am I not good enough for you!" Belarus screamed tears forming in her icy blue eyes. Russia clenched his hands into fist. "you know why, you remember the day just as well as I do." Belarus refused to let the tears fall, she wouldn't cry in front of her brother. Not again. Belarus turned on her heels and fled the room.

Once his sister was gone, Russia turned around and looked at the Canadian lying on the floor. "Matvey." the word escaped his mouth as a whisper, but it was still loud enough for the other occupants of the room to hear. America who had been kneeling in front of his brother turned to look at Russia, and he was shocked. Shocked by the expression on russia's face, it wasn't an expression he could ever recall seeing on the man's face. The world's largest nation looked broken, and lost.

Surely this had nothing to do with russia's feelings for his brother, right? However, America began to doubt this when he saw Russia take slow steps toward Canada's motionless body and stand there looking at his brother with a pained look in his eye. America continued to watch as Russia bent down and ran a hand across his brother's face, brushing away stray strands of hair with a gentle touch.

France and england stood to the side of the room the latter dialing the number for an ambulance, while the former tried to keep himself together while he looked at the bloodied body of his former colony.

"we take him to hospital da." russia said the childish tone usually present in his voice, slowly slipping away. "I just called for help they should be here in a few minutes." England announced once he hung up his phone.

A/N: *sigh* this chapter was hard to write, and I thought about just getting rid of it a couple of times. And to make things worse my computer has been acting up so this was mostly written on my phone -.-

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