Yep just to prove I'm not dead. I'm waiting on my glorious beta for my contagion chapter but don't get angry at her because the two of us have both had a bit of a busy time of late. So yeah I was in a foul mood of late because it finally snowed and my friends all cancelled on me when I wanted to go out and have a snowball fight so I went "Eliza". Which basically means I wanted to kill people but wrote it all down instead.

Have fun~ I know I did ;)

America woke up groggily. His head was ringing, even worse then when Canada got mad and spiked his personal supply of hamburgers with as many 'harmless' drugs as possible. It was cold. Oh so cold. He looked down dizzily and noticed that he was wearing a dress of what can only be described as a French maid. A very short skirted French maid.

What the fuck was this?

His hair had been scraped back into two pig tails which he quickly took out. He studied the dark dingy room which looked most alike his own bedroom just darker and misshapen. You know that sicking feeling where everything looks the same but isn't? Well America was feeling it mega time.

"So you're awake now, da?"

America's head snapped up to focus on the figure in the corner. Russia.

"What is this commie? What have you done?" America pulled at the bottom of the skirt praying this was only a nightmare. Russia only ever appeared in his nightmares, and recently a fantasy, but that was only because he had started going out with his brother.

Russia sighed at the name but said nothing. He knew it was just a force of habit now, a nickname; he had at least dropped the fucking part.

"We are both in the same boat Amerika." Russia said walking forwards into the filtered light. He wasn't wearing a dress but he had the biggest bags under his eyes as though he had been kept awake for many nights.

"Dude what's wrong with you?"

"You have to drink this da?" Russia stated coldly holding out a crystal bottle. It was filled with an acid green and America was left to eye it wearily.

"Dude you have to be kidding me. I can't drink that!"

"You have to." Russia growled. He popped the cap and held it out to America, who shook his head violently. "Please," Russia said swallowing his pride. "They have Matvey,"

"Who are they? Whose got my bro? Come on you can't leave me in the dark,"

"I don't know who they are, all I know is that they will kill Matvey if I don't get you to drink it!" Russia growled dragging America up with one hand and slamming him against the wall.

"Hey dude! Calm down. We can save my bro even if I don't drink it because I'm the hero! You can be my back up and-"

"Shut up Amerika! There is no way to save him if you don't drink it! They are watching. Drink it."

"No I seriously don't think that's a good idea Commie."

"Then I'm going to have to make you."

Russia took his thumb off the top and poured it into his mouth before pressing his lips against America's.

Surprised, America gasped in confusion. It was the wrong thing to do but exactly what Russia wanted. He forced the liquid down the American's throat forcing him to swallow. After a few seconds there was none of it left and they both broke away spiting the remains out. America felt his body tense. Something was wrong. He knew it. But he couldn't of just of been forced to drink what he thought he had been forced to drink.

"What have you done?" He asked in all seriousness grasping his stomach which felt like it was being burnt.

"I'm sorry Amerika. Its a slow acting poison but it causes excruciating pain burning through your organs and getting into your blood stream. By the time it reaches your brain be in so much pain you'll wish you were dead. then shortly after you will be with the angels."

"Why you bastard?" Anger was winning out as his stomach flipped. He needed to vomit, violently, preferably over the one who had poisoned him.

"They have Matvey I told you. You're a nation so you should hold out for 24 hours or so. You have until then to get the antidote. This is a deadly game da? Finding the antidote will be a trial. Don't worry they will release Matvey now da? Dos vidanya" and America's world went black.

Russia watched America fall to the floor his body fighting the poison. It would be at least 15 minutes while his body learnt to cope with it.

The dark spider man phone rang loudly but Russia had expected it. He hadn't got why the room he had kept captive in for a week looked like this until earlier when he woke up from knock out gas to find America with him. He had figured out that this was all to revolve around the American and felt anger like nothing before. Because this American had gone and pissed somebody off once again he had been locked up and Matvey had been tortured.

Gritting his teeth to try and escape the daunting thoughts drowning him once again, he answered the phone.

"Privet?" He asked knowing it would be that cold voice on the other side. The voice which he just couldn't place his finger on even though it sounded deadly familiar to him.

"Oh Rus-rus. How long did you let it ring? We wouldn't want your little play toy being damaged as I got bored waiting now, would we?"

"нет," Russia spat. He would never ever open up to somebody again if it would put him through this much pain again. Why had he to give into those stupid emotions in the first place?

"Awh~ but his screams are so good to hear. Of course you would know that,"

"What do you want? I did what you wanted da?"

"Yes. That kiss was a lovely touch." Russia felt as though general winter had whispered those words himself they were so hard and cold. "Actually that gives me an idea. Seeing as you love him so much, invade him"

Russia's hand tightened on the phone. "Never."

"Oh~ you can pretend he's 'Matvey' didn't you use to force him? Shouldn't be all that different people do tend to mistake Canada for America don't they?"

"нет. I won't,"

"Fine."

All to close to the phone Russia heard Canada scream out in pain.

"Kanada! You Мудак!"

"Of you don't do what I tell you I will make him scream out in pleasure 'da~'?"

Russia glared at the phone at the taunting. Didn't he know how dangerous it was too mess with Russia. Especially when you hurt his property.

"If you dare touch him you will be in for a world of pain da?"

"I'm shaking in my boots. You'll have to find me first, and all that while ill have Canada in my hands, at my mercy" he sounded like he was tasting the words. Again Canada screamed close to the phone this time it was tinted with something else. Something which set Russia's pulse racing.

"Иди на хуя"

"No, fuck him. Have fun Russia, and remember, I will be watching."

The phone call cut off leaving Russia no choice. He had to if he wanted Canada back. He turned to the unconscious America unzipping his trousers.

Pretend he's Canada. He's Canada.

Then he got on with the task.

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TRANSLATIONS
privet hello (?)
нет no
Da yes
Мудак Bastard
Иди на хуя fuck you