A/N: Well as I said last chapter I would post another chapter. Sorry these ones are a bit short still working on getting to a point where I can write in better detail. I'm getting better though so I hope you like this and I hope I get some followers.

Canada's throat was raw and felt like it would start bleeding like more than seventy percent of his body. He hung limply his wrists were bloody from where his skin had wore and was broken. The ropes were dyed almost black from blood. His back was torn and irritated from the fiber glass. His face was cut and bruised his glasses laid on the floor broken. He had dirt and blood on his face and there were trails where tears had broken through the grime. His pants were torn where the whip had missed his back. He coughed and spat out blood. He tasted copper and would for awhile.

Italy coiled up the whip and placed it back in its drawer. He walked around to stand in front of Canada grabbing him by his hair and yanking his head up so that he could make sure he hadn't passed out. He hadn't, he let go of his hair and let his head fall and then punched him in the face again. Canada's head went to the right his left arm getting jerked painfully as well. Italy smiled "you're louder than Russia." He said to him "Didn't think you could physically scream." He laughed "This has made a good warning to all I think." He smiled standing up straight now.

Canada looked up at him "shouldn't damage me too badly doubt you was blood and puss in your food..." His voice was raspy

"You wouldn't be cooking long if you did that" Italy said harshly.

"You don't have...Many to replace me with." Canada responded you could hear the pain he was feeling in his voice.

"Three cooks would be enough..." Italy said "You're minor" he said pacing in front of Canada. "I could easily kill you and it wouldn't even matter. You're disposable" He spat and punched Canada hard in the stomach. Canada gasped and started coughing. "You get yourself in trouble more than Russia does..." he growled at him

Canada spat out more blood "If I'm that bad go ahead and do your worst. You god damned pasta lover" Canada rasped.

"I wouldn't speak so openly!" Italy said harshly through his teeth glaring at Canada.

"I don't talk much what I say might as well be good." He responded

Italy swiftly kicked Canada in the stomach then punched him in the face "I suggest you stop talking now." Italy said punching him breaking his nose.

Canada screamed 'that was stupid' he thought to himself. Blood ran down his face as Italy cut the ropes.

"Out now before I change my mind and do worse." He said pointing to the door.

Canada got up shakily and walked to the door carefully he didn't have the worst vision but he didn't have the greatest either. He opened the door and was in the throne room. Poland was standing in the middle of the room "c can you help me... back to my room..?" he asked his voice sounded like it had gone through a paper shredder.

"Yeah..." Poland said carefully Italy was within hearing. Poland looked over Canada he looked like he would pass out any moment. He walked over and walked next to him so that if he did pass out he could catch him "What happened to you?" He asked him as they walked.

"I wasn't able to do as Italy asked so I got my punishment... Then I got a bit brave I guess I mouthed off... got my nose broken for that. If I had said more it would have been worse." he said wincing, every movement felt like fire. He was still bleeding and his back itched horribly.

"You're lucky you lived." Poland said trying to speak "correctly". "Don't be so hasty to speak... Silence is prudent." He said showing a bit of his intelligent side. He was smarter than people thought he just preferred being goofy.

"I'm tired of this..." Canada said, they were getting closer to his room. He swayed a bit but didn't fall. "I hate going everyday hoping that I don't get beaten... but then when it happens to my brothers I wish to take their place..." He sighed painfully. "Thank you... I think i can make it from here." He said to Poland and smiled grimly. Poland just nodded and left. Italy would probably be wanting him. Canada started to walk again it was getting harder to walk but he got to the room and opened the door. As he did he lost the will to continue. He swayed fell against the door frame passing out and sliding down it to the floor.

A/N: Ah yes and we have now hit the chapter that made me decide to make the rating M. now I know its not horribly graphic but yeah another reason for the rating I plan on a lot of cussing and possibly relationships of the smutty type. Although not hard core or anything and prehaps mostly implied so that my very innocent friend won't cry.