Chapter Nine

Canada yelped in surprise as he was suddenly woken. He was pinned to the floor. He was disoriented and let out a tired growl. He struggled against the hands holding him down, but he was too weak. He wasn't sure where he was and what was going on.

"This is the Red-winged Blackbird?" Someone asked. "It's so weak!"

"It hasn't eaten in half a year and loaded with suppressants. Be happy it's 'weak.'" Another voice replied.

Canada could see that there was at least eight or nine people in the room. He recognized their uniform and remembered where he was. Eight of them were investigators, but one didn't wear a uniform. He growled at them again eyes changed to black and red. The group didn't seem to notice or care. They pulled his arm away from his body and the person without a uniform came towards him. He realized the man was a doctor or scientist. He pulled a needle from his coat. The Canadian could see it was empty.

The doctor looked at him curiously. Matthew just watched him with critical eyes. The man shrugged and started to draw blood. He took at least four vials full. He knew they were just doing their job and following orders. He didn't want to hurt them.

The man pulled a scalpel out and Blackbird growled trying to pull away. The investigators easily kept him pinned. The doctor started to cut a chunk from his arm. Canada winced at the pain, but tried to relax his arm. It would be less painful if he wasn't tense. He watched them put the sample of skin into a bag. He was suddenly flipped onto his stomach.

"Stay still." The Doctor warned. "If you move, it'll hurt more and you could be permanently paralyzed."

Matthew was confused on what they were doing. His eyes widened as there were hands on his back. Panic washed over him as his shirt was lifted. Memories flooded his mind and he quickly twisted trying to get away. He heard the investigators grunt trying to keep him down.

"Just get the marrow already!" One of the Doves yelled.

Blackbird barely heard it. His instincts had taken over. With new strength from adrenaline, he was able to throw the Doves off. He rolled to his feet and put space in between him and the investigators.

They had already grabbed their quinque and were ready to fight. Matthew snarled releasing his kagune with a small whine. It hurt to do with the suppressants. He was surprised he was able to at all. The Doves rushed at him. He didn't have much space in the cell to move and avoid them. He sent a blast of shards at the quickest one. The man immediately collapsed. Blackbird could hear the them yelling at each other and communicating attack plans, but didn't understand them. He was too far gone with adrenaline.

Canada jumped forward lashing out at the Doves. He didn't want to use too many ranged attacks, they made him tire quicker. Most of the agents managed to block his strike, but two didn't. They crumpled onto the floor. The remaining investigators quickly attacked him. Blackbird growled covering himself with his wings. He shot another small blast of shards at the Doves. They blocked and deflected them. A few of his own crystals came back and stuck into him.

Matthew whined slightly at the pain. The adrenaline was starting to wear off. His breaths were laboured trying to stay upright and keep his kagune intact to defend. The Doves rushed at him again. He didn't have enough time to react before they were on him. They cut and slashed at him as he tried to shield himself with his wings.

The investigators drove him into a corner. Canada swiped at them with his wings trying to keep them back, lashing out at them like a wild animal. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold his kagune. One of the agents with a koukaku quinque attacked him. He tried to defend, but couldn't. The mans blade shattered his kagune and cut across his chest. He cried out in pain.

Matthew could barely stay on his feet anymore. He was exhausted from fighting and blood loss. The investigators quickly tackled him to the floor. He still tried to fight against them, but he had no where to run. He felt another needle prick into his neck. He whined quietly feeling the suppressants taking over again clouding his mind. He heard shuffling and felt hands on his back again. He felt another needle pierce into his back as he passed out.

—-❄️" Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you."❄️—-

Canada woke hours later. He didn't want to move. His body ached from his wounds and the procedures. Nothing was healing well; the extra shot of suppressants was still affecting him. He shifted slightly realizing something was laid over him. It was a blanket. He sighed pulling it over his head to hide from the world. Its scent calmed him, it smelled like Prussia.

A few hours later, he poked his face out from under the blanket. He lazily looked around the cell. Nothing had changed accept a few blood stains on the floor. He knew some was his, but not all of it. He covered his head ready to fall asleep again. No one bugged him for the rest of the day.

—-❄️" You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts."❄️—-

The next day, Harley was back. Or at least he assumed it was him, the Canadian didn't move to look. The Dove tapped on the window a few times, but Matthew ignored him. He was too grumpy to get up. He was also still recovering and really didn't want to reopen any wounds. He stayed hidden under the blanket. The investigator was persistent and seemed to come back every hour. He would knock every time Blackbird would be just starting to fall back asleep again. He was being very annoying and the Canadian was too grumpy to talk. The Dove eventually gave up for the day. He heard a bit of shuffling before he left.

Canada peaked his head out to look around a few hours later. He spotted a coffee and book on a tray by the window. He stared at it for a while. He wanted the coffee, but really didn't want to move. He didn't bother getting up to get it for hours.

Blackbird very slowly got to his feet. He wobbled and caught himself on the wall. His vision swam slightly, but levelled out after he paused and closed his eyes. He reached down and pulled the blanket along with him to the window. He picked up the coffee and slid down the wall. He hummed quietly sipping the coffee wrapped in his blanket. It was cold, but he didn't care.

The coffee didn't last him long. He set the empty mug down on the floor next to him. He curled up on his side again in the blanket. He was still waiting for the suppressants to wear off. He was waiting to build up a better resistance. He already knew he was by his sense of smell coming back a bit day by day.

Once he had built up enough resistance and saw an opportunity, he'd escape. He didn't really care who got in his way. He wasn't too happy with the stunt the doctor and investigators pulled. Canada didn't like hurting people that were just doing their job. He wouldn't have reacted so negatively if he'd been warned. He felt a little bit guilty for hurting the Doves.

AN: Finally finished putting stuff on my red-bubble shop. There's some hetalia stuff if you wanna look at it. Theres a link in my profile!