I looked up, biting my lip and tapping my pencil against the thin book Chase has been a bit diffrent lately... The day after i arrived he started bossing me around to no end... Like not 'DO THIS OR ILL KILL YOU!1!'
It was more like 'Caannnadaaaa! Can you help me here...? Or Cannnada! Can you get me this, or clean this?' one time he even asked me to clean his room, and thats when i found this journal... It was unused, of course. So i didnt think he'd mind if i took it.
I smiled slightly at the memory, looking back down at the book If i didnt know better, id think Chase is treating me like a servant... A royal servant...
I laughed quietly ...but even if he is, i'd do anything for him...
I closed the book quickly, tucking it under my bed and standing up, stretching and slipping my coat on. I walked out of the room.
It was still relatively early, the sun just beginning to rise, so i don't think anyone was up yet. I carefully slipped down the stairs, jumping the last few, i walked over to the kitchen, finding not a soul. It was so quiet i could of sworn i heard my own heartbeat. I slipped behind the kitchen, behind a door that was labeled 'authorized personal only' i scoffed "authorized personel... Oh please.." i closed the door behind me. I stared forward. Immediately in front of me Was a hallway, and stairs. It was damp and cold. I had a horrid feeling, but i kept going I stepped down the stairs, my footstep making loud echoes. I reached the bottom and my hand draped across a wire. I pulled it and a light flickered on, revealing a cage like door, rusted and water was dripping from the ceiling I widened my eyes, remembering all those months ago when Chase was talking to that man "take him to the dungeon!"
I ran over to the bars "hello...! Hello! Is anyone in ther-" "Mr. Canada!" I screamed in surprise, falling backwards onto the cold stone floor "m-mr. Canada, what are you doing here!" I widened my eyes at the sight of him. He was drenched in either blood or water... It was to dark to tell. His clothing ripped, his ribs showing clearly through the shirt he was wearing.
I stood up quickly, rushing forward to the bars and gripping onto them, staring at the taller man in fear "w-what?" the man smiled at me "i've been down here for...two months..?" i frowned deeply "Prince Chase put me down here after i came up for you the first day you where here..." i gulped loudly "w-what did they do to you...?" i said in disbelief "nothing..." he answered and i swallowed loudly "...what's your name... sir.." "Tino..."
I held my ehand through the bars towards him "hello, Tino...Im Canada..." He smiled and flipped his blonde-yellow hair from his eyes "ya know, im also...or /was/ a country as well..." i widened my eyes "r-really!" i stuttered and he nodded "Finland..." his brown eyes sparkled as he said his country name I felt tears prick my eyes and i lowered to my knees "so, Tino..." he nodded "just...how did you end up here! And why would Chase do this!"Tino looked towards the ceiling "you havent heard yet...have you..." i shook my head "well let me put this in the most simplest i can..." he paused "the kid is /evil/!" i blinked in surprise "im surprised i wasnt killed as soon as i disobeyed him!... Although.. Now im wishing i was..." he said pathetically, sitting next to me, the only things seperating us where the bars "what are you talking about!" "you know exactly what im talking about! You've seen the looks he gets, the way people treat him! Your next, Mr. Canada!He's been planning to make you his little slave all along! You should get away while you can!" i shot to my feet "liar! Chase is'nt evil!" "im not lying kid! Listen to me /please/!" i shoved myself away from the bars, snarling "even if he is! He's my brother!" i hissed "i'd do /anything/ for him, Tino!"
"CANADA PLEASE!"
"you'd understand if it happened to you..." i whispered, referring to when we where separated...
With that, i left the dungeon, Tino screaming my name behind me
I sat up slowly, rubbing my head "agghh... What time is it..." i asked myself "12:00!" i widened my eyes, my head flying to the side, falling back off the couch. I heard laughing "scared ya!" Chase mused and i blushed in embarrassment "c-chase!" i said, shocked "when did you get home!" "a few minutes ago... I just came in and saw you passed out on the couch..." i rubbed my head, accepting his hand as he leaned down to help me up. When had i fallen asleep...? What had happened- i stopped short. "Tino..." i said outloud Chase spun around as i said the imprisioned country's name out loud.
"Tino..?" he said nervously "...that traitor...? How do you know his name..?" "...i found the dungeon..." i said, shrugging as if it was nothing, but i saw Chase's shoulders tense up "th-the dungeon...?"
"i found that man...that you where yelling at a couple months ago...Tino..." my eyes hardened "y-yes... I told you...he was a liar... He needed to be.. Punished.." i growled "he told me some pretty interesting things...that didn't sound like lies.."
"what'd he tell you...?" chase's eyes where wide "that you've been planning to make me a servant...to you...?" i sighed "Canada! What can i tell you! I did it only because i needed to! Their was No other way i could get you back if their wasnt a reason! I payed a lot! People would of gotten mad!" he was basically crying now. Before he could say another word, i enveloped him in a hug, holding him as close as i could, burying my head in his shoulder "it's okay, Chase..." chase sniffled loudly, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing tightly "if i had to...i'd become evil for you, Chase..."