Hello everyone! Sorry for the late update! I've been so busy these days and have discovered a whole new fandom! Those who enjoy Supernatural can read some stories I am writing, though I am fairly new at SPN. Once again, so sorry for late updating. Thank you for those who stuck with me and did not want to kill me. Here we go!

Canada looked quickly behind him as he snuck in an extra piece of bread. His brother had said only one piece but Russia was going to need more if he were to recover. The nation hid the slice under his jacket and took the soup and bread down.

Russia was lying on his bed, dozing peacefully on his side.

Canada stopped abruptly when he saw America sitting on a chair, watching his prisoner. "What are you doing here?"

America slowly turned to meet his brother's eyes. "Doesn't he look so…peaceful? Makes you almost forget the history of violence and bloodshed he's faced and committed." He got up and slowly stroked Russia's ash grey hair. "Also admiring my handiwork."

The northern nation rolled his eyes. "Can you leave? I need to feed him and change his bandages. There's not a lot of room to do that with the three of us."

"Well then," America sighed. "Why don't you take the day off and let me do it."

"You may try to kill him…or worse. I'll do it. You just need to leave." Canada silently cursed himself for sounding a little too determined.

America held up his hands. "Alright, alright." He exited and looked back. "Canada?"

Said nation froze. "Yes?"

"Don't get too attached. Only bad can come from that."

Canada nodded. "Don't worry."

America went upstairs, whistling My Country Tis of Thee.

"Hey. Hey. Wake up."

Russia slowly turned to the other side, still in deep sleep.

The smaller man attempted to poke the other awake. No effect. He stepped back, pulled out a pistol and fired it to the ceiling. "Up!" He tried to sound as loud as his brother.

Russia jolted awake, eyes looking wildly around him. "What?! What is it?!" He stumbled up until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the Canadian and he immediately calmed down. "Canada. It is you. I thought you were America for a minute."

"I'm sorry," Canada grumbled. "Here's your food. I was able to get you an extra slice of bread."

"Thank you."

Canada watched in amazement as the Russian wolfed down the soup and bread. "You're that hungry?"

"America hasn't been the kindest host ever."

The shorter one said nothing and started tending to Russia's wounds. They were healing nicely, none were infected. He didn't speak. When he was finished, there was an uncomfortable silence and tension.

Russia sat up slowly when his caretaker was done. "Are you going to help me or not?"

Canada's eyes darkened. "I told you I would think about it. You cannot rush me, this is my brother I would be betraying."

Russia nodded. "Forgive me." He looked at the other, no signs of fear in his eyes. "America is holding back. He's starting to tell me he will kill me soon."

"What do you think?"

"I do not doubt it."

Canada silently cursed. "So I don't have much time, do I?" Only a shake of the head answered him. He watched the other. There was no doubt he was hurting, no doubt the Russian was scared, even if he chose not to show it. Could Canada do it? Could he betray his brother? The nation sighed. "Do you know what America would do to me? To my country?"

Russia looked up. "I…I will protect you from him. You don't have to worry. It'll be payment for helping me."

"So if I help you escape, you will offer me sanctuary?" Canada asked slowly.

Russia nodded.

Canada thought for a while. He knew that if he did, he would become dead to his brother but…after what he's done, shouldn't America be dead to him? He looked down. "Very…well. I will help you."

Russia noticeably brightened. "Thank you," he breathed. "Thank you."

The other nation shook his head. "Don't thank me. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because maybe having you gone will make him calm back down." He stood up. "Besides, you're not safe yet. I will come in the night. Then we'll get you out of here."

"Russia frowned. "Won't your brother notice your absence? He may not notice mine immediately but yours, yours he will notice."

Canada nodded. "I've thought of that. I am going back to America, keeping him out of the basement. Then I'll leave on an errand and get to the airport where you will meet me."

Russia smiled. "Understood."

The rest of the next day, America did not come downstairs. The Russian didn't do much but pray that the plan would work while the Canadian made phone calls arranging a plane to Russia and a van that would be waiting for the nation a few blocks away. As for himself, he would wait for the next night and then leave, a similar transportation plan. Russia's flight was scheduled for the next day anyway.

Night fell and Russia sat chewing his bread. The clock read 11:30. The Russian would never admit it, but he was nervous. What if the plan failed? He heard Canada approaching. He stood as the other came into view. "Thank you again, Canada."

Canada shook his head. "We haven't done anything yet. America's just fallen asleep. We can leave now. Everything is arranged." He opened the cell and motion for Russia to follow.

The two crept upstairs, carefully avoiding the creaky ones. They made their way through the kitchen, then living room, then front hall, and then they were out.

Canada lead the way as they walked towards a black car, looking as innocent as possible. Except for the dog barking, nothing was moving. Canada noticed the car's headlights blink twice. That was the car. Canada walked up and briefed the man. "Take him to the airport. Do not stop for anyone. Make sure no one knows that your passenger is a nation." He turned to Russia. "Get in and lie on your back. Don't sit up until you've reached the airport."

Russia nodded. "I will repay you, Comrade."

Canada's gaze hardened. "You owe me your life. Don't you ever forget that."

"I won't.

Canada stepped back and watched the car leave. He quickly made his way back to the house and snuck in. There were no lights on, which was a good sign. He rounded the corner to the stairs when he was met with the barrel of a gun to his face.

"Have a nice walk, Brother?" America's voice was ice cold, fire hidden behind that ice. "Or should I say…traitor."

Oh come on. You didn't think Canada was getting off the hook that easily. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this. Please review, like and favorite if you want. This is Flamboyantlollipop signing off. See you next time!