Canada had not been expecting the surprise attack coming from behind, but years of being bullied in retaliation against his brother had honed his instincts. He dodged the oncoming blow, and the rusty, slightly bloody metal pipe went through the wall where his head had been, leaving a hole in the drywall. He stared up at Russia, hovering over him, with a malicious aura leaking out.

"H-Hello there Russia!" Canada squeaked, shaking. Russia's metal pipe once again cracked the wall where Canada's head had been, saved only by Canada's deft ducking. "I'm Canada!" He yelped, "Not America!" Russia's glowering beam did not change, and he laughed, a little too harshly. "America, you are funny." with a splintering sound, Russia split the floor at Canada's feet. Canada danced away lightly, poised on his toes, ready for the next blow.

Russia titled his head. "I didn't know you were so fast America." He noted, but then continued in a blood chilling way. "Does not matter. You cannot run when I break your legs." Canada leapt as the heavy Iron pipe was aimed at his legs. "I. Am. CANADA!" He panted, but Russia wasn't listening. Canada watched his movements, trying to predict his next move. He began to realize, with a sinking heart, that no "Hero" was coming to rescue him this time.

It was fight or flight. And Russia was much, much faster than him, much, much bigger than him, and almost a thousand times more dangerous than he was. Turning his back was not an option, so flight was out. Canada steadied himself, switching from a defensive stance to an offensive stance. Fight it was. The moment it took to switch his stances cost him dearly. The pipe fell against his dominate leg with a crack, and Canada let out a soundless cry as he felt the bone snap. He stumbled, falling to the knee of his good leg, and then rolled, avoiding the next blow.

The pain shooting up from his leg was awakening a different feeling inside him, a spirit more terrifying, more deadly than a wild polar bear, more strong, and more intimidating than a wild moose, and more vicious and persistant than a Canadian Goose. Canada felt a feeling begin to take over, and he moved swift, chopping Russia in the wrist as the other country lashed out with his weapon, and the L shaped pipe clattered to the ground.

Canada picked it up, and the moment his hands closed around the familiar shape, he felt confident, and unafraid. He grinned, and Russia stopped his attack to stare, unnerved, at the maliciously grinning country, dragging a broken leg, and armed with his own weapon. It didn't make sense to be grinning in this situation, and it scared Russia. A warning bell sounded somewhere in the back of Russia's head as Canada once again changed stance.

The half-crouched pose, the way he held the pipe, upside down, as though it were a golf club- no that wasn't it. Russia raked his brain, a tiny voice answered his question. Like a hockey stick. The alarm bells were louder now, and clearer, and Russia, never one to back down from a fight, steeled himself. Canada spoke, tone dripping with something akin to excitement - adrenaline. "Let's play." And before Russia fully processed what was happen, Canada swung the "hockey stick".

...

"Oh, America, Russia was looking for you." Germany relayed the information to America as he walked by. "Ve~He looked mad!" Italy agreed, helpfully. Just then, China walked in the room. "Huh, America? Weren't you just fighting Russia in the hall?" America laughed. "What? No? Dude, you're so old your eyesight is going!" China scowled. "Well it looked just like you. It's not like you have a twin or something!" He tutted and stalked away. America froze, dropping his milkshake. He looked at Germany, and Germany's eyes were wide and scared. The answer came from them both in unison. "Canada." America swore loudly and bolted for the hall, desperately.

Italy peered anxiously into Germany's pale face. "It's okay Germany!" He encouraged, uncertainly. "America will save Canada from Russia!" Germany sank into his chair, weakly. "You don't understand." Germany told Italy, trying to calm the shaking in his legs caused by the memory of the last time he fought Canada. "America isn't saving Canada from Russia." Italy's eyes opened wide, revealing his rarely seen amber eyes at Germany's next sentence. "America is saving Russia from Canada."