Capter 1
Canada was siting uncomfortably at the meeting table.
His head was pounding. He looked down where komajiro would normally be. The bear had stayed at the hotel. Canada whated to bring him, but the bear had got sick on the way to the US. The Canadian pressed his head to his hands he let out a sigh, he wasn't doing well ether, thogh he assumed that the headache was just jetlag.
...
Hands grazing along the notes from the meeting. before neatly stacking them, and placing them in his bag. When he got up the Canadian felt the room spining, thogh almost falling canada caught himself. This headache was getting worse.
He groaned vision spinning. Walking out of the room, the blond realized he was one of the last ones out. As canada stepped down the hall in a sloppy fashion, he was pulled in to the bathroom against his will, being shoved up agenst the wall with no remorse.
His eyes were tightly shut, scared of who he'd see.
He peeked his eyes open. He was shocked when he saw russia smiling.
He's smile was wide and menacing. Canada's eyes shot open.
The Russian terrified canada. America had told canada how 'that man chewed up and spit out country's like it was nothing'. Canada looked around frantically. Russia giggled at this. His pointer finger pressed to Canada's lips and he shushed him."America you can't escape from you're fate now." He said that grin still plastered on the Russian man's face.
Canada tried to speak but he was quickly cut off being thrown to the ground.
His eyes sight was fuzzy, canada tried his hardest to stay concise.
"I'M NOT AMERICA!" He said, voice as loud as possible.
Russia glared for a moment, then tilted his head and laughed. "Ha you almost got me American, I put a little something in your water. You should be feeling it now." Canada got a horrified look on his face as he started to pass out. Then darkness.
...
Canada opened his eyes just a peek. When he saw darkness his eyes once more shot open. Canada felt rope binding his hands, and something covering his eyes.
"Salut?"
(Hello?)
Canada said frantically. He was greeted with a "what?"In a deep russia accent. Canada cursed under his breath.
The Canadian could already feel tears picking his eyes and soon they were threatening to spill, his mouth was dry unable to think of what to say.
Should I tell him he has the wrong guy, should I plead.* his thoughts were frantic as the small blond pressed tight agenst his bonds.
Russias voice rang across the room, "Speachless eh American"
Yes that canada could still tell him the truth, "You have t-".
A heavy boot collided with Canada's stomach, he started to coff and sputter.
Pain shot though him.
"N-not America" Canada maniged to get out between heavy breaths,
The tears that had been building started to soeck the thin cloth that had coverd the Canadians eyes.
Russia laught hard "so you're playing that game? Fine, who are you then?"
"Canada!" He shouted, everything hurt and he became a frantic mess.
All canada could think was he didn't want it to end like this, his breath became shallow, he started to have a panic attack.
Russia realised he fucked up, then a thought hit him, the tall Russian Leand down "so you are America's brother da?" Canada's heart dropped, he believed
him yes, but now he could use him for blackmail or something worse. Canada's breath hitched, russias smile came back.
Grabing the Canadian roughly by the caller he hosted him to his feet and grabbed the blindfold yanking it from his face. Canada's eyes went wide and he didn't know if this was beter then being hurt and probably killed...
notes:
hey so sorry If this sucks, I really just started writing for fun.
tell me what I should Improve on and what you liked =)
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