America growled as they strapped him in. He pulled against the restraints, which made the whole chair shake. They put wires on his head, and bit some sort of thing you are supposed to bite down on in his mouth, and hooked up the wires to a machine.
He tried to spit out the thing in his mouth, but someone held it in. They turned on the machine, and it began to hum. Then spasms of pain slammed around in his head. He bit down on the thing in his mouth. Hard. A few muffled yells escaped his lips. For an hour this went on, and they would stop every ten minutes to up the power. At the end his head pounded and something wet trickled behind his ear.
"Sir? His ears are bleeding." The doctor glanced at him. "So? Next test." He let out a tiny groan. He hurt. Thinking hurt. Using his eyes hurt. They took off the wires and he felt like crying in relief. But he didn't. He wasn't going to show any weakness. They then prepared a large tub of ice, and hooked up more wires to him.
He tried struggling, but they still got him in. It was so cold it hurt, it was SO cold. His whole body ached with cold, and they kept him there for twenty-minutes. Then they strapped him back into the chair. He tried to keep his breathing even.
Dr. Molniac wrote something down. "Send these results to the data room and proceed to the next test. The next was maybe the worst. Wires, all over him, but what scared him was the small iron they had. They put it on his skin. He cried out, clenching his teeth together. It hurt. They lifted it and the air only made the burn hurt more. They went to his other arm, and did the same. He whimpered, blinking back tears.
Canada's back hurt like no other. He knew Britain was watching him, but he didn't really register it. He reached around to gingerly touch his brand. He cried out, breathing heavily. He groaned. Okay, don't touch it. He exhaled shakily. He wanted to get out. He wanted his brother.
They were silent, when they heard an echoed cry in the distance. Canada began to cry. Britain paced back and forth, then slammed his fist into the wall angrily. There was some banging, and the guards were dragging America, who wasn't even chained. They tossed him in where he just kept his eyes closed, and panted.
"America!" Canada scooched against the glass. "America?" He let out a groan. There were burns on his arms, and his fingers and toes were red and his hair was wet. He was shaking and his ears were bleeding. He slowly opened his eyes, then winced.
He inhaled. He slowly sat up, holding his head. "Are you alright?" Britain asked. He looked so worried. America nodded slowly. "I'm..okay." In his head Canada thought, Liar. "What did they do to you?" The doctor walked in. "The same thing that's going to happen to you." He pulled up a stool, clipboard and pen in hand.
Britain bristled. "So America, the burns, on a rate of one to ten, how much do they hurt?" America glared at him. "They don't," he hissed. Dr. Molniac sighed. "America you should tell the truth. It's only fair." Britain exploded. "You want to know what's fair?! Having one of us rip you head off!"
The doctor looked at him surprise. "Well, you will be going next." America tried to stand, but the room spun and his head pounded so much he fell down again. "What the hell did you do to him?" Dr. Molniac ignored Canada. "America, you have a very standard for pain."
Britain would have strangled him if he could have. Easily. "Unfourtunately, you aren't good with cold. Or burns. I am happy to tell you we have more tests prepared for later for you," he said. America flinched. "We should start testing the other," he said to himself. America's eyes went wide. Dr. Molniac called in guards. "Do him," he said pointing at Britain. Britain was pissed. He tried fighting them, but they got him chains, which stopped any chance of him fighting.
He was taken to be tested. America just tried to stay consious, and Canada was so worried about him. America tried to stand at the sound of Britain screaming, but collapsed onto the floor, unconsious. They had replaced his door with a steel one while he was away, and he was in no condition to try and break out, so for now, he was screwed.
Canada tried yelling at his brother, but he didn't wake up. Britain was taken back, and was in pretty much the same condition, but not quite as unsteady. "Are you okay?" Britain nodded. He exhaled, and his eyes darted everywhere, like he was trying to focus. He saw America. "What..what happened?"
Canada shrugged. "I don't know, but he won't wake up!" America's fingers moved, and they sighed. He sat up, and he looked better. "Ugh." He looked at Britain. "You too?" He nodded. They shared some sort of pained look. "It gets better," America offered. Britain leaned back against a wall. "That's good, he sighed.
The door opened and guards came in. Molniac too. "Canada's next..Oh, America! You're awake! Good, we can start the next stage of testing." Britain gaped. "He hasn't even recovered!" America was chained, right along with Canada. The door to America's testing room was open. There were lights and needles and more wires. He struggled. "Canada!" Canada tried to get to him.
"America!" Canada watched in horror as his brother was taken inside, and the door slammed shut. Then he had to face his own tests.
America was strapped down, and they injected drugs in him, recording how the effected him. He vomited, for most of them made him sick, others drowsy, and some just hurt. Then they drained the drugs from his, and they took a blood sample.
They took bone marrow from him which hurt like hell, and they strategically broke an arm and a leg, which made him cry out, and they recorded how fast he healed. They tested his adaptation to darkness, and to light. They set up the lamp above his face, for the light.
"Start." The light clicked on and his pupils dilated for a moment, then grew really small. "Hmm, okay, turn it off." There was a pause. "Sir! Sir, I can't!" America had to shut his eyes, it was so bright. The lamp kept getting brighter, and soon it was just too bright. It stung his eyes, and he gasped in pain.
An alarm rang out, and there were clamors outside. "We have to shut it down!"
Canada had been brought back, looking like crap. Britain looked at him. "Join the club. But don't worry, like America said, it gets better." Canada looked around slowly, afraid he was going to pass out. "A..america isn't back?" Britain shook his head.
"No. Did you see where he went?" Canada stiffened. He nodded ever so slightly. "Yeah. Britain, I saw what the next tests were." He trembled. Britain looked at him in alarm. "Canada, what are they?" Canada shook his head. A red light started flashing and an alarm rang out. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The both got to their feet, Canada clutching the wall in support.
"Wh..what's going on?!" Then there was a scream, loud and long. Canada let out a sob. Britain banged against the wall. "America!" Someone shouted, "Just pull the plug!" All the lights went out, making everything pitch black, and it was silent. The lights started back up again, flickering to life.
"Just-just get him out of here! Now!" There was a creak. "Yes, sir!" They heard footsteps, and four guards were carrying America, and one of them was holding a thick piece of cloth to his face. They set him down gingerly. One remained behind for a moment, looking regretful. He looked at the other nations. "I..I'm sorry," he croaked.
The nations were stunned. America's breathing hitched. He coughed. The other two nations looked at him, but they could reach, couldn't comfort him from whatever had just happened. The guard looked through the door, then unlocked the tank doors to Canada and Britain.
"You try to escape, I'll ring the alarm. But...you're his brothers, right?" They nodded. "I would want my brother at this time." They both went to America, not even caring that they were being locked in. Canada kind of cradled him. Britain raised the cloth up slightly, then dropped it. "Oh my God," he choked out.
Canada looked at him in alarm. "What? Britain what is it?" Britain slowly took the cloth off of America's face. America's skin around his eyes were red, and his eyes were cloudy. He didn't focus on anything, but he was clearly awake. Canada had a lump in his throat. He was blind.