They were blindfolded and taken into a room. They all stood side by side. The lab coat man peeked in for a moment. "Get them changed, and I'll met you at the tanks." They injected a light dose of sedatives to weaken the nations. Britain swore at them, and America just wanted to pound them. They were unchained and forced to change.
Grey shirt, grey pants, no shoes, white socks. They changed, and they gaurds roughly slammed them against the cold wall, chaining them again. They were half led, half dragged to a hallway with empty holding tanks made of something clear, like glass, which were more like cages. America tried to resist and got hit for it. Britain spat at them. He was unchained and pushed inside one, Canada to his left, and Britain to his right.
He whipped around, and the door closed, several thick bolts jamming into place. The lab coat man looked at them. "America, England, and Canada. Very good," He checked his clipboard. "What do you want?" America shouted, venomous. The man glanced up. Then look down as if he never heard them.
"Ah! I almost forgot," he said. He turned to a gaurd. "Get the 'S' branding iron in here. It's hot, yes?" The guard nodded. "Yes, sir." The lab coat man looked down. "Good. Then get the 'N' out here too." The guard nodded and told the orders to another, who walked off.
The lan coat man looked at them. "So, what's to know about country personifications?" Canada looked at him. "Is this what's going on? You want info?" The man shrugged. "In a way. See, I'm here to study you. Frankly your anatomy fascinates me." Britain shuddered. They were lab rats?
Within a minute a guard carrying two red-hot irons came back. The lab coat man pointed at America. "Him first." Britain's heart pounded, and America almost stepped back in alarm. Canada gasped, pressed against the clear wall between him and his twin. "Which iron?"
The lab coat man snorted. "The 'S' for the southern half of America idiot." Several more men showed up. The door slid open and America fought back, hitting some down, but soon he was pinned against the wall, Canada directly on the other side. America looked at him through it.
There were slivers of fear. They lifted the back of his grey shirt, and brought the iron down on his skin. He gritted his teeth, but screamed in pain anyway. They took the iron away, and he stayed against the wall, trying to hold in his pain.
"YOU BLOODY WANKER!" Britain snarled, banging against the very thick glass like substance. They were filing out of America;s tank, and into Canada's. Canada backed away in fear. America slammed at the door. They started pinning Canada down, which was much easier.
America viciously punched it, and a crack appeared in the door. The lab coat man looked at it in shock. America kept punching, and the crack grew into several, and they grew large. "Restrain him!" America broke through the so called glass, and started fighting off the guys.
Canada had to watch the whole thing while pinned to a wall. They smother America, chaining him and punching him. He spit out blood. "America!" Canada yelled, then he screamed as the iron descended on his back. America kept fighting until he had no more strength, and then he was dragged to the lab coat man.
"What shall we do with him, Dr. Molniac?" The doctor looked down at America. "Start the testing. Might teach him a discipline lesson on the way." Canada slumped to the ground, and yelled for America, as did Britain, who fought to break the glass like stuff.
They dragged America away, but America smiled encouragingly at them before he rounded a corner. "Are you okay Canada?" Canada swallowed. "It hurts," he whimpered. "It'll be okay," Britain said softly. He sat down in defeat as everyone else left, leaving two out of the three nations alone.