Chapter 2
"Matthew, I'm going to be going to bed," Katyusha said softly, placing a warm hand on the Canadian's shoulder. He looked up and smiled, trying to make it look genuine. She took it. "Okay, see you in the morning!" she smiled at him again then ran upstairs and into her room. Canada sighed and snuggled deeper into the blanket. He couldn't get the memory out of his mind. They had just come back. Then they got the call...
FLASHBACK:

"Hello!" America snarled into the phon, already knowing who it was. He heard the person on the other end laughing evilly. Canada walked in to the room with Australia. Cuba was sitting on a couch, grumbling to himself.

"Who is it?" Logan asked and led Canada to a chair. America gave the phone the finger and Australia, Cuba and Canada knew who it was. Plain and simple... Russia. Logan sat next to Canada, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder protectively.

"What the fuck do you want!" America growled.

"A deal," Russia said, Alfred could practically hear the cruel smile through the phone. Ukraine ran into the room.

"Is my brother on the phone!" She asked frantically. Cuba nodded.

"Yeah. Talkin' to him right now, Katyusha," Alfred sighed.

"Brother! I know you can hear me! Give Kuma-chan back! Ivan, please!" she wailed. Ivan stiffened on the other line. His big sister was crying. Trying to help the Canadian.

"Tell my sister this. This is war. Many will get hurt or broken. The Canadian should learn this," Ivan stated. He took the phone away from his ear and pressed speaker phone, so all the nations in the room could hear the conversation. Alfred repeated what the Russian had said.

"Their not going to kill him, right!" Canada squeaked, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Waaaa! Canada don't cry! It'll be okay! Alfred listen to what he has to say! Matthew needs the bear!" Logan yelled. Everyone on the other line stiffened, the heard heart breaking cries on the other end.

"Got it. Okay you commie bastard, whats the deal," America hissed. Ivan shook his head and tried to tune out the crying Canadian.

"Surrender, we'll give you till the end of the month. If you don't surrender, we will have to make you. By all means necessary. Do not push us," Russia stated. Alfred grumbled and repeated what Russia had said to the others. Matthew's sobs got louder. Ivan looked around the room of nations. Almost all the girls were crying or close to tears. France was holding England, trying to calm him down. Russia sighed. The Englishman had been an emotional wreck ever since the war started.

"You didn't tell us all of it, did you?" Alfred questioned with a quiet voice. Russia chuckled.

"We wont give the bear back till all the nations have surrendered," Russia answered. Then America practically exploded.

"I know you're there you fucking French bastard! You hear me! You know how much he needs the bear! If any of you countries don't return Mattie's bear i swear, I'll nuke you so bad you wont even be a country any more!" America snarled. and slammed the phone into it's holder, he missed but didn't see. Alfred ran over to his crying brother.

"T-t-they aren't g-g-going t-t-to h-hurt h-him right!" Canada wailed. America pulled him into a hug.

"Those nations have no hearts," Australia said angrily. Cuba nodded in agreement.

"Shush~ it's okay. We'll get Kumajiro from those heart less bastards," America cooed. Canada sighed into his brother.

"Th-thank you e-everyone..." Matthew sighed and drifted to sleep a bit. Then Logan gasped, he jumped up and ran over to the phone.

"You heartless monsters! You didn't hear anything! Forget everything you just heard!" he yelled with is Australian accent. The phone line went dead. Everyone looked at the phone in horror.

"France! England!" Russia growled.

"What do you need?" France hissed. Russia shot him a death glare but France did the same.

"What is that bear to the Canadian?" Russia questioned.

"It was with Mathieu when I found him. It is like us," France sighed at remembering Canada as a little nation.

"Hmm~ interesting~" Russia whispered and walked out of the room, his usual evil aura surrounding him.
FLASHBACK END

Canada sighed and leaned into the couch. Sighing at the sent of pancakes and maple syrup that circled around him. Russia peeked into the house. Canada was oblivious to the impending danger. He got up, already in his pajama's, and walked upstairs and into his bedroom. Quickly and quietly he got under the covers and slowly fell into a dreamless sleep...

England looked at all the big and taller was he even here? He has been an emotional wreck, yet Russia still brought him along. France rested his hand on England's shoulder.

"Okay, let's go in through the back. It leads to the kitchen and we can get to Mathieu's room," France stated. No emotion coming from his voice. Russia handed them all a bottle of liquid.

"Liquefied chloroform. The exact amount needed to knock out a country," Russia smiled. They headed towards the side of the house. It was only a group of five, but Russia knew England would be no help what so ever. All the doors were unlocked, much to Russia's surprise. Though it had been almost a full month since America threatened to nuke everyone. France led the way into the house. They all split up from there. Russia, France, and Sweden took the upstairs. England and Denmark the down stairs. Denmark was only assigned with England because he had been breaking down crying for the past month. Denmark really felt bad for the nation.

Once the three nations were all upstairs France took the closest door to the stairs. Russia and Sweden kept going forward. Slowly he opened the door to expose a sleeping Matthew. His blond curls covered his face a bit. France made his way to the side of the bed. Slowly he brought his hand up and brushed the small Canadians cheek. Matthew's eyes slowly opened, much to Frances surprise. The blue-purple eyes were glazed over with sleep.

"Pa...pa...?" Canada mumbled and slowly got into a sitting position. France slowly stood up, he saw how much of a wreck the Canadian was. He looked sad and sleep deprived. Canada launched himself at the Frenchman, hugging him tightly. His sleepy state blurring his judgment.

"M-Mathieu!" France smiled and hugged the boy back. He was so cute, so pure.

"I'm scared, papa! Everyone's fighting! Kumajiro left and, and...," Tears rolled down his cheeks," and i want it to go back to the way t always was. No one fighting, only the occasional shouts or insults but never war! Its scarry, papa!" Canada whimpered. France patted the back of his head.

"Shush~ it' s okay~. I'm here. you'll be just fine," France cooed. Canada looked up, his bottom lip trembling a bit. France gave him a quick peck on the forehead before taking out a bottle. The liquid chloroform. France unscrewed the lid. "Open up. It'll make all your fears go away. Kumajiro will be with you when you wake up. Don't worry," France whispered. Canada opened his mouth enough for the tip of the bottle to fit in. France tipped it up and the liquid quickly poured in Matthew's mouth. When the bottle was empty, Matthew was pulled to his senses, France was not supposed to be here. He pulled away and started coughing, trying to get the liquid out of him. Though he knew he was at a loss when he started to drift off to sleep. He fell backwards onto the bed, his head lifted and he starred at the Frenchman with betrayal. France flinched at the sad eyes full of deception. The blue-purple eyes fluttered close and he was out cold.

"France! Did you find him?" Russia whispered and opened up the door. He smirked. The Canadian lay on his bed, sprawled out a bit.

"I... I can't do it. I just can't," France cried and ran out of the room. Russia sighed, he had anticipated this reaction. He walked over to the Canadian, pulling his hand together over his chest and tieing a piece of rope around the slender wrists. Ivan couldn't help but admire him. he had pale skin, slightly pink cheeks. His face was that of an angel, the blond hair helped the image of an angel. His night clothes didn't help the image. They were white with pale blue stripes. A red maple leaf was on a small pocket to the right of his chest. The bottoms were the same except the the maple leaf was on both pockets instead of one. Russia took out another piece of rope and tied the boys ankles together. He picked the boy up as nicely as possible, amazing himself at his own kindness. He quickly walked out of the room and down the stairs. England was crying on Denmark's should, France was holding back tears, Denmark seemed to be enjoying the crying Brit, and Sweden was just looking at the floor.

"Everyone is ready to go, Da? Better get a move on before my sister gets up," Ivan stated and walked out the front door and towards the hord of three cars waiting outside...

England and France refused to sit in the same car as Matthew. Russia didn't blame them. Sweden, Germany and Prussia took their place. Sweden was already in the car. Germany and Russia were on either side of Canada. Prussia was sitting in the passenger seat.

"You better no hurt Matthew," Prussia growled and glared at the tall Russian.

"Please be good brother. You chose the side to fight on," Germany said, his patients amazing everyone.

"That was before I knew Matthew was in the war!" Gilbert snarled at his brother. Germany flinched a bit at the harshness in the Prussian's voice. If you got into a conversation that had something to do with Canada, he was always dead serious.

"It's not that you didn't know, it's that you forgot about him, Da?" Russia questioned. Prussia just glared at him, he had hit the nail on the head. Russia smirked as Prussia turned back around in his seat. Germany looked from the Russian to the Prussian. The car went silent for a while. The Canadian moaned a bit from the position on the Russians shoulder. Germany stiffened a little, but relaxed when the boy shifted and stopped his wiggling. "He is very cute, Da?" Russia giggled. Prussia turned bright red. Sweden ignored the question. Germany quickly looked away.

"Don't s-say t-that a-about M-Matthew!" Gilbert stuttered.

"Easy to read, too easy to read," Russia chuckled to himself.