Conflicts are Confusing

So this is the second chapter of Right and Wrong and I'm pretty excited. I wasn't thinking of continuing this. It may be bad because I was in China and pretty tired while writing this but my brain was alive and awake and happy to make my hand write.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. The liquid will now be called insotirnolet. Thank you Alice L. Kirkland, the wonderful writer who gave me the name.

Canada heard the Russian scream in the cells all the way from the living room. His brother must've been really cracking down. He sipped his coffee and looked out the window at the beautiful morning, trying to forget the hideous sound.

"Canada!"

The nation turned when he heard his name and went downstairs. "Yes?"

"He's ready for you," America informed, walking out of the cell. He was bloody and sweaty, scaring Canada.

Canada rolled his eyes. Why should he be the one who patched up Russia? He made his way into the cell, the stench of blood hitting him. He was shocked to see the large country lying on the ground, a bloody whip not far away. "Oh my gosh."

Russia coughed and lifted his head. "C-Canada. So happy to see you."

Canada kicked the whip away. "Yeah. How are you doing?"

"Do you really need to ask that?" Russia questioned quietly. He held up a hand, silently asking for assistance.

Canada took it gently helped the Russian up.

The two made their way to the cot in the corner.

Russia winced as he laid down on his stomach. "He was angrier today."

"Was he now?"

The Russian hissed when the Canadian started to mend the wounds.

"Easy now," Canada said. "It needs to heal.

There was silence for a few minutes before Russia spoke again.

"Do you see this?"

Canada sighed. "Of course I do."

"Then you know what America's capable of."

Canada rolled his eyes.

Russia heard silence. "And yet you still do nothing. Don't you believe this is wrong?"

Canada didn't reply immediately. "When he's recovering from war, he can get a little…unfriendly."

Russia chuckled before turning serious again. "Unfriendly?" He scowled. "This is monstrous."

"Yeah. Like you're any better."

The two jumped at the sound of the new voice.

America stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, looking annoyed. "Don't try to win him over, Ruski. It won't work."

Russia had tensed at America's presence, obviously nervous. He quickly hid it with a question. "Why are you here? Haven't you done enough already?"

America cracked a smile. "I just thought my bro here wanted a piece of the action or a show!" He put his arm around Canada and cracked a smile.

Something in Canada was drowning in confusion. Maybe it was his heart that was confused or his brain. Here were two physical pieces of evidence that proved two very different things. Russia all bloody proved America's dark side. His smile and actions towards Canada proved he could still have a light side. "Um…America. I don't think I want to see that…or do that." He turned back to Russia . "Leave me to heal him. Tomorrow, you can back."

There was a groan of annoyance as America went away, pouting.

Canada paid no attention.

"Please," Russia whispered. "Help me get out of here."

Canada looked sad. "I…I'm sorry."

Russia hissed. "Come now Canada. I know you to be a man of morals and ethics. You are kind and you know right from wrong."

Canada looked slightly angry now. "Oh yeah. Are you saying my brother's too stupid to realize that?"

The Russian flinched. "I did not mean it like that."

Canada sighed. "I know. I would help you if it were anyone else but he's my brother. We've been through so much together."

"I've been through a lot with my sisters. Do you not think I wish to stay alive for them too?"

"I can help you but I can't get you out of here."

Russia got mad. "How can you possibly help me?"

Canada got up and slowly started pacing. "I assume he hasn't fed you."

Russia slowly sat up and shrugged. "He's given me bits and pieces of bread."

"I can sneak in more. I can also by you some time to rest. I can also get you more medicines." Canada stopped and turned to face the Russian. "What do you say?"

Russia sighed. "Thank you. But I will escape with or without your help."

Canada took his supplies and exited, locking the door behind him. After storing them, he went upstairs to America's room. His brother was out of the shower, drying his hair. "America?"

America turned and sat on the bed. "Yes?" He patted the space next to him and smiled a cute smile when Canada obeyed.

"I was looking at your prisoner and I think he needs a few days to rest and recuperate."

America looked disappointed and skeptical. "Really?"

His brother nodded.

"Very well," the American groaned. "I guess a few days rest won't kill anybody."

Canada smiled. "Thank you." He got up and headed down to the cell again. He stopped outside Russia's cell. "Got you a few days rest. I'll sneak food and medicine while you rest." A tired thank you came out. Canada nodded and left.

Russia lay on his side and smiled. Canada would end up on his side. The more destructive America got, the more distant and horrified Canada would become. If he could stop caring about his brother, Canada would help him.

America was in his room, checking his vials of the name he had Insotirnolet. He looked at the clear, seemingly harmless chemical. Canada, he thought. You could never understand why I am doing this or how I feel. I know it's brutal but… he lay in his bed. Don't betray me. Don't let that demon possess you.

Canada sat in his room, listening to the ticks on the clock. No matter how many times he thought about it, he couldn't find anything that was wrong on Russia's behalf. He could count many things America did wrong. What to do, what to do… He didn't know why he was assisting his brother's enemy. He didn't know why America was enacting revenge. He did know one thing; that things were going to get very interesting.

So there it is. If this chapter is horrible, please forgive me. I hope you at least enjoyed it. Thank you for reading. Review please. This is FlamboyantLollipop signing off. Until next time.