A/N- YES! I got it done early! -happy dances- Maaaan~ This thing just didn't. Wanna. End. I ended up writing, like a thousand more words than intended, but hopefully you like it?

I will now go hide my head in embarrassment at the first section.

I dedicate the first part of this chapter to my friends- who corrupted my mind so much that I was able to write something like that. I wouldn't have it any other way~ Being corrupted is fun... No. that is NOT. An invitation for France to rape me. Kthnxbai.

(Please don't kill me at the end of this)

Warnings: Kiss scene, dysfunctional and disapproving family and angsty/agressive Russia.

Chapter 14-Taken

Russia began but was cut off as Canada reached up, grabbed the end of his scarf and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

Russia's eyes widened in surprise as his lips were seized by the smaller man, and the three other nations looked on in shock, England and America's faces holding signs of horror and fury, while Ukraine smiled subtly at their embrace.

Slowly, Canada's worries left him as he immersed himself in the kiss, though the anger and passion remained. Gently, he prodded the tip of his tongue around his boyfriend's lips and let out a shudder of delight when they parted, allowing him entrance. Eagerly he slipped his tongue into the other's mouth and ran it along the inside of his cheeks, relishing the sweet taste it brought- Like vodka and newly baked bread.

Russia allowed the Canadian to assume dominance of the kiss for a moment longer, before bringing forward a large hand and tangling it up in the boy's blonde hair. Placing a supporting hand on his lover's back, he leaned forward, forcing Canada's head up and dominating the kiss. He forced his boyfriend's tongue back out of his mouth with his own and followed it's retreat, seizing control of the blonde's mouth. Canada tried to fight back but his attempts were quickly crushed by the taller man's stronger tongue and a moan escaped him as the Russian explored his mouth. He wrapped his arms around his Russian lover's neck as he was completely swept off his feet by the intensity and passion he was displaying.

Eventually the two broke apart panting, strings of saliva dripping from their open mouths.

They were both breathless but Russia wasn't quite finished with his Matvey. The Canadian's sudden boldness had awakened a strong sense of lust in the Russian that he had been holding back for weeks now and it was with renewed ferocity that he attacked Canada's neck licking and biting the patches of skin unaffected by the injuries of the previous day and eliciting delicious moans and whimpers from the boy.

Suddenly something inside him snapped and his kisses began to get stronger, more insistent, sucking in a way that he knew would cause Hickeys to form and making the Canadian hum in appreciation.

Russia ran his tongue along the gash on Canada's neck, and relished the coppery taste of dried blood it bought, causing the blonde to hiss at the pleasant sting. The Russian's hold on Canada became stronger and the hands in his hair began to pull, making the boy wince slightly and large fingers left round bruises along his back. A hand snaked up from the base of his back to his shoulder, trapping it in a vice-like grip and Canada gasped as he felt his shoulder's being crushed in the Russian's intense grip.

Russia grinned ferally as he felt the brittle bones beneath his hand begin to give, but he stopped himself before crushing them, content with the whimpers of pain and pleasure the boy before him was eliciting as he licked the Canadian's jaw.

It hurt. It hurt quite a lot, but in all honesty, Canada didn't care- In fact he enjoyed the pain, it let him know that it was real, that he was there and that he wasn't just imagining the wonderful kiss. It was masochistic of him he knew, but for once, he just didn't care.

xXx

America looked on, aghast as Russia attempted to suck his brother's face off and winced at the noises Canada was making. It sounded as if he were in pain! And the way he was curled around him, relying on the Russian to hold him up was absolutely sickening, making him seem far too weak. The American let out a low growl in the back of his throat as Russia stopped attempting to gnaw the Canadian's neck and recaptured his lips with his own, a purr escaping Canada as he did so.

America's fists began to shake in anger but he quickly looked away, instead glancing around at the other two people in the room. Ukraine stood closest to the kissing nations, her face bright red and her hands over her eyes, as if to hide the scene from view but a crack in her fingers let America know that she could see everything in front of her.

England, on the other hand was standing stock still, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and an enraged expression on his face. As he watched, the man began to shake in anger as his Canadian son and the Russian continued to kiss. America knew from experience that the British nation hated it when he was disobeyed and this was the ultimate betrayal. After the huge argument he and Canada had had over the boy's relationship with Russia, where he had made sure to voice his opinions on the matter, to go against his views liked this was a huge blow.

"Iggy?" America asked uncertainly, reaching towards the quivering nation cautiously. As if awoken from a spell, England snapped his head up and pushed past America, to stride towards the Canadian nation. Without a second thought, the Brit grabbed the back of Canada's shirt and forcefully yanked him away from Russia.

Their lips broke connection and Russia growled as he realized his boyfriend was being taken from him. He reached out to grab him back but England had already whisked him out of reach.

"WHAT HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" he yelled, grabbing Canada by the shoulders and shaking, hoping to knock some sense into him. Quickly the Canadian slipped free and stepped back, glaring at his father. He took another step back so that he was back next to Russia and slipped his hand into that of the taller man.

"Making a point." The blonde said bluntly, gesturing to their interlocked fingers. "I'm not breaking up with Russia just because you tell me to."

England looked ready to explode with anger, his face was slowly turning red and a vein was pulsating in his forehead.

"IT'S NOT JUST BECAUSE I BLOODY TELL YOU TO! IT'S BECAUSE IF YOU CARRY ON LIKE THIS YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!" he yelled. Canada opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted again by the enraged Englishman. "YOU SAY THAT RUSSIA TRIED TO PROTECT YOU BUT YOU WERE STILL HURT! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE'S NOT THERE? HE CAN'T BE THERE THE WHOLE TIME!"

Russia's eyes widened at his words. Of course he had thought about it before, but the way the Englishman voiced it made his worries seem more real, more plausible. When he first began to think these thoughts he had quickly brushed them away, but now... He looked down at Canada, his sweet, kind, adorable lover. Could he really put his life in danger like that? Was it worth it? It didn't help that when Canada had begun to kiss him, he had completely lost control of his emotions and had begun to get aggressive. Had the kiss gone on much longer he wouldn't have been able to help himself. He knew he was dangerous. He knew he was capable of hurting Canada, should his body take over. He had hurt those he cared about before. He could easily do so again... Thinking about it, there were so many aspects of their relationship putting Canada in danger. First Belarus and now... himself...

Canada felt Russia's hold on his hand loosen and worry hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. Russia had almost broken up with him before because of the threat his sister posed and with every word that came out of England's mouth, his grip had gotten weaker. Was the Englishman stirring up old worries in his lover? With wide eyes he looked up at the Russian, silently pleading, while his father continued his rant.

"You didn't even TRY to stay away from him after I specifically told you to stop dating him! I'm trying to tell you what's best for you but you- are you even listening to me?" he broke off, seeing his son looking up at Russia instead of paying attention to him. Anger rippled through him and he stormed forward, wrenching Canada's hand out of Russia's. "Get away from him." he growled, glaring down at his son but Canada met his gaze with equal iciness.

"No." he whispered. "I refuse."

England's eyes narrowed. Canada was supposed to be the good son, the one that did as he was told, unlike America. Sure, he probably hadn't paid as much attention to him as he should have, but that was no reason for this defiance. He has never had the need to discipline the boy before but if he was going to be like this... "If you can't make reasonable decisions," England hissed, "I will make them for you. Consider yourself grounded."

Canada gasped. "You can't ground me! I'm an adult! I'm independent-"

"I don't care! If you're going to put your life in danger like this then I will make sure you're safe and you can't stop me!"

Canada stumbled back, his eyes wide and beginning to fill with tears as he saw his world crashing down around him. All his aggression had been used up in the fight and the kiss and now he was just tired. Tired of a family that didn't trust his decisions, tired of a relationship in which everything seemed to go wrong, tired of being under-appreciated and tired of only being noticed when he least wanted it. He could feel himself at breaking point.

"N-no..." he whispered, his eyes stinging uncomfortably. "Y-you can't... I-I don't want..." Canada looked pleadingly up at Russia but his eye's were hidden in shadow and he was refusing to look at him. "I-Ivan?"

The Russian looked away, refusing to look the blonde in the eye. "You will look after him, da?" he said to England in a low voice, "You will keep him safe?"

England nodded curtly. "Of course."

"Then..." he smiled falsely, "He should go with you, da?"

Canada gasped and looked up at the Russian, his eyes brimming with hurt. "What?"

Russia forced a smile and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I-I'm sorry Matvey..." he murmured, "But I think this is for best, da?"

"No..." Canada whispered. "NO!" he screamed, his voice cracking, but Russia was already walking away. The tears that he had been holding in overflowed and spilled down his cheeks and he sunk to the ground, distraught. "Please...Ivan... I...I love you..."

For a moment Russia froze in the doorway, as if considering turning back but he made his mind up and broke into a run, fleeing the house. Ukraine in close pursuit, worrying for her brother.

Canada stared blankly at the place where the Russian had left for a moment, before letting out a sob and curling up on the floor, weeping.

England and America shared a dismayed look as they stared down at the sobbing boy, neither of them sure what to do. In the end it was England who made the first move, crouching down beside his son and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry lad..." he murmured, "But I guess he wasn't as good as you though he was-"

"Shut up."

England gasped. "I understand that you're upset but that's no reason to-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE F*CK UP!"

The words seemed to hang in the air, echoing back and forth on the Canadians pale walls, and England and America stared at him with horrified expressions on their faces, but for once Canada didn't care. Russia had left him and it was all their fault. If England hadn't gone and stirred up all Russia's insecurities and if America hadn't told him in the first place then the Russian would still be there, caring and being kind to him just like before...

He felt... broken... There was an ache in his chest and it was tearing him apart. The tears wouldn't stop pouring down his face and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop sobs wracking his body.

America frowned. Why was his brother getting so upset over that stupid Russian? It wasn't as if he actually cared about the feelings of his boyfriend, as Canada seemed to believe. It was clear to him that Russia had only been in it to break Canada's heart and once he realized just how dedicated he was to him, he had backed out as fast as possible, so why couldn't his brother see it as well?

He crouched down next to Canada. "I hate to say I told you so bro, but I told you so-"

'Slap'

The sound echoed around the room, followed by a shocked silence. Canada was panting heavily, his eyes narrowed into slits, as he glared at America, his still raised in the air from when he had struck the blonde.

A red handprint was stretching across the American's face, clashing with his pale skin. England watched, bug-eyed as America slowly raised his hand to touch the swelling skin, shocked that Canada would do something like this. "What... the. hell."

Canada simply scowled and stood up. He tossed his blonde hair out of his eyes and wiped away his tears. "I'm going to find Russia." He said bluntly, "I-I think I can convince him to change his mind." And with that, he turned to leave for the door.

It was this action, however, that brought England and America to their senses. America ran forward and linked his arms through his brother's, pulling him backwards.

"Alfred! Let me go!" Canada shrieked as soon as he realized what was going on.

"Hell no!" he cried. "There's no way you're crawling back to that bastard now! Bro, he just kicked your heart in the ass, just like I said he would! I think our judgement is a little better than yours right now."

Canada yelled again and attempted to kick out but his escape was foiled when England ran over to help America subdue him. "I hate to say it lad, but your brother's right and if he's right about this then who's to say he isn't right about everything else?"

Canada shook his head violently and kicked out again. Once again tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. "NO! I can still fix things between us! Let me go!"

England shook his head, exasperated. "Look lad. He was hurting you, I saw it with my own eyes. Also, he's a bad influence on you. You just hit your own brother almost completely unprovoked, you've never done that before." Once again, Canada tried to break free and let out a yell as he did so, but the two nation's hold on him was too strong and England continued on calmly as if nothing had happened. "Now, we're going to take you back to my house, where you're going to stay until this whole ordeal is behind you."

Canada, knowing he was beaten, lowered his head unhappily and let the new flood of tears leak out from under his eyelids as the two blondes led him from the house, glancing fugitively at each other and occasionally wondering if they were doing the right thing.

xXx

Ukraine ran through unfamiliar Canadian streets and turned her head worriedly. She had lost sight of her brother ten minutes ago and was still searching, though the weight of her breasts was slowing her down and making it difficult to breathe. Silently, she cursed them. If it wasn't for their weight, slowing her down then she would have caught up with him by now.

She leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the edge of the Russian's scarf, before it was whisked out of sight behind a corner. Desperately, she broke into a run, so as not to lose her brother again, only to come to an abrupt halt when she rounded the corner and finally found Russia.

He was leaning against a hard, stone wall, with his face in his hands, locks of his ashy blonde hair falling in front of his face. She could see by the shaking of his shoulder's that he was crying. It was this that made her pause. She had never seen her brother cry- truly cry over anyone. The only time she had ever seen him cry like this- Was when she left his house forever...

Gently, she took a step forward, but the sound of her boot hitting the cobblestone caused Russia to look up. For a moment he stared, before looking down at his hands once more.

"Sister..." He said in a heartbroken voice, "I did a terrible thing... I-I hurt him... I didn't mean to... but I did..." A wave of sorrow swept over him and once again he buried his face in his hands. Ukraine took a few more steps towards him before gently placing a hand on his arm.

"You truly love him, don't you brother?" She asked and Russia nodded.

"Da..."

There was a silence before Ukraine spoke again. "He loves you too..."

Russia paused. "I know... but... I just..." He sighed. "He's better off without me... I only cause him problems. It would be better if he just... forgot about me..."

Ukraine shook her head. "Brother, no! Don't think like that! If he loves you then wouldn't it be better just to stay by him? It doesn't have to be like this! I don't know why, but you're perfect for each other, don't throw that away! You should go back to him-"

"NO! … I-I can't... I'll... I'll only hurt him."

Ukraine drew herself up to her full height, stood in front of her brother and firmly placed her hands on his shoulder's, looking into his eyes. "Brother he loves you. If you leave him now then it's only going to hurt him more inside. If you think you're going to hurt him then you can work it out together."

"But sister... I can't d-do that to him... I have to stay away, da? F-for his own good..."

Ukraine's eye's hardened. "Brother you have to talk to him. Would you want him to leave you if you were the one in danger?"

"No, but-"

"No buts! You didn't see his face when you left! You have to fix things, before it's too late!"

Russia nodded mutely. Ukraine was in her 'motherly' mode and no amount of arguing would change her mind so he let himself be led back to Canada's house. Deep down he was glad. He didn't want to break up with the Canadian, not at all, but he had kidded himself that it was the right thing to do.

By the time they were approaching Canada's house, Russia had made up his mind to apologize and explain why he had acted how he did. Cautiously, he lifted his fist to knock on the door, Ukraine watching approvingly. The door, however, swung open before he could knock, and Russia looked down to see a very worried looking bear staring up at him.

"Kumajiro?" Russia asked puzzled. "Where's Canada?"

Kumajiro looked up at him with wide eyes. "They took him. The burger freak and the one with the big eyebrows. He didn't take me with him, either."

Russia's eyes widened in horror and he punched the wall in frustration, leaving a dent. He was gone. It was too late. Canada had been taken from him.

A/N- *hides under table* Please don't hit me! It was necessary for the plot! It's the only way I could make it so that the plot makes sense! I didn't want this to happen! The kiss makes up for it, right? RIGHT?

Canada: You... you made me a masochist...

Errrm... kinda? But only very slightly! ^^;

Canada: But I'm not a masochist!

I-I know that... but in my head, that's how I picture you...

Russia: You wouldn't happen to be having weird thoughts about Matvey, now would you? Kol kol kol...

EIYAH! RUSSIA'S IN THE COMMENTS! SAVE ME CANADA! *hides behind him*

Canada: … Stop hiding behind me. You brought it on yourself.

*pouts* you're mean~

Anyway~ Yeah... I'm not actually that proud of this chapter, since I feel it's really badly written, by my standards. The reason for this is, as I was writing this, I would write a couple of sentences, then get stuck, and come back ten minutes later and continue, unable to get into a flow. So ya, that's why it seems really broken in places. The only part I'm actually proud of is the kiss scene, since I was able to get into a flow of writing for that part. By the way, what did you think of that part? I felt really awkward and embarrassed while writing it, but it was an awful lot of fun to write... so... expect more. C:

Canada seems to change mood a lot in this chapter, but he's had a very rough couple of days if you think about it and is probably very highly strung. Especially since he is passive-agressive and so changes mood easily.

Also... I'm sorry for making you an asshole, England! I'm a terrible Brit! *cries* I'll try to redeem you in later chapters!

OOC Ukraine is OOC... But I kind of like her like that. Taking control and everything...

I think the best way to describe this chapter, is bi-polar.

Don't lose hope Canada! You still have one family member who doesn't dissaprove ;)

As usual, thanks for all the reviews, I LOVE you guys~ Aaaaaand, I guess you're gonna have to wait for the next update to see what happens, but as every writer knows, reviews give the author motivation to write faster~

And now, Russia is giving me a very scary glare... so~ b'bye peeps! *runs for life*

~Tigress

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