Chapter 4
Canada shoved the window open as fast as he could. No alarms went off. He sighed in relief but it soon turned to dread. He looked out the window and saw he was twenty to twenty-five feet off the ground. Heights. He hated heights. Yes the fall wouldn't kill him, well maybe once or twice, but he had no gusts to even attempt to jump that far down. Matthew stepped away from the window and flopped down on the bed, next to the full and happy polar bear.
"Kumajiki, why am i so afraid of heights? I love the thrill but why not the heights?" He sighed to his bear.
"Who?" it asked and gave the blond's nose an affection-it lick.
"Canada," he giggled as the soft-ish tongue brushed against his nose. He curled up closer to the white creature and sighed slightly.
"You want to go home?" Kumajiro asked and looked at his owner with curious eyes. Canada nodded and sat up, the bear copied him and grabbed the Canadian's sleeve, tugging lightly. The blond scooped him up and cradled him in his arms, planting a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Nice," he purred.
"You're so cute Kuma-chan! I might as well just get it over with," he sighed and put Kumajiro down, much to the bears displeasure. Canada walked over to the window and poked his head out and looked around. The door swung open to reveal Russia, Prussia and France, who all looked equally as shocked to see the Canadian looking at them with his head half out the window. Kumajiro let out a low growl as he spotted France and Russia, two of the people he hated the most. France because of the way he touched his owner and Russia because one: he had sent him flying into a wall and two: because he almost always had a deadly aura around him.
"Matvey... what, may I ask, are you doing?" Russia glared at the blond. Even though he was like an angel, he was also a prisoner of war. Matthew looked at them with a confused look, then remembered the position he was in. His head halfway out the window, hands gripping the rim of the window. He quickly pulled away and slammed the window down that made everyone in the room and downstairs jump from the sound.
"I-it wasn't what it looked like! I just, um, needed to get some fresh air and the window was right there. I wouldn't try to escape! I have a really big fear of high places! Unless it's sky diving or bungy jumping! Those are all for the thrill's. But I really don't like heights, so I wouldn't jump, I PROMISE!" The blond almost yelled, he got everything out in one breath, which left the people listening completely confused and their heads spinning. Matthew gasped slightly and covered his mouth with both hands. He had just told them his greatest fear. Well, France already knew that. WAIT! He must have told them all! They already knew his greatest fear! He had just confirmed it! Canada shook his head and slapped his cheeks a bit, trying to get the thought out of his head.
"I'm confused. What the fuck did you just say?" Prussia asked. Matthew could actually see the gears in their heads trying to comprehend what he had just said, well except for France. He was used to it. His Mathieu went on rants like that all the time.
"Forget it, just get him," Russia grumbled and signaled the two men forward. France and Prussia both grimaced. France quickly grabbed Kumajiro and had him pressed down on the ped. The bear snarled and squirmed but couldn't get out.
"Kuma-!" Canada gasped as a clothe wrapped around his head, gagging him from speech. A rope wrapped around his chest and arms, restraining them from movement. Prussia shoved him into the ground. Matthew wriggled and squirmed under the man, but to no prevail.
"Sorry Mattie," he whispered the apology into his ear. Canada gasped through the gag as the Prussian pinched the pressure point on his neck. Everything went blurry and he finally passed out...
France and Prussia pulled the boy up and carried him down stairs. Russia motioned to a chair in the middle of the room. They only nodded and quickly walked over to it, setting the boy on it. Hungary and Belgium quickly tied another rope around the boys arm and chest but it also strapped him to the chair. Hungary tied both of his ankles to two of the chair legs. In all the eyes of the other nations, the boy looked pathetic and weak. This made their heart heavy with guilt.
"When do you think they'll see that he's gone?" Austria asked as he looked away from the passed out blond. As if to answer his question, Russia's phone started to ring. Ivan pulled it out and ;looked at the collar ID with a devilish smirk. He opened it and put it to his ear.
"Da? What is it America?" Ivan laughed.
"Don't fuck with me you asshole! Give Mattie BACK!" America screamed. He heard the phone be pulled away from the pissed off American.
"You filthy RUSSIAN! No offense Katyusha," Russia heard a little 'none taken' in the background.
"Who may I ask is on the phone?" Russia asked, the person was obviously a girl, but he didn't recognize the accent. The girl giggled.
"Alicia Sanchez, or you may know me as El Salvador! Give back the Canadian!" The sweet voice had turned cold. The phone, again, changed owners.
"DIE IN A HOLE YOU RUSSIAN! YOU WILL DIE OF A FUCKING HEART ATTACK! YOU HEAR ME! WELL DO YOU!" the person on the other line screamed. Russia frowned a bit. Why were they all so violent? He shrugged and sighed.
"Who are you? Alicia's family member?" Russia 'kolkolkol'ed. The voice was male, but that was all he could tell.
"I'm Manuel Antonio Sanchez, or Mexico! And YES I am El Salvador's brother! You better not have said anything mean or nasty to her!" He growled. Russia pulled the phone from his ear and put it on speaker. Sweden took the phone and placed it on a nearby table. Russia rubbed his temples as everyone listened intently. "HEY! Anyone there? HAH! Alicia! I scared them!" the Mexican laughed in triumph.
"Belgium... wake him up," Russia whispered to the girl, she nodded and lightly started to shake the sleeping blond strapped to the chair. "Sorry to disappoint you Manuel, but I'm still here."
"Huh? HUH!" he gasped. There was a sound of 'turn it on speaker!' Then a lot of voices filled the phone.
"Is it on speaker?" Alicia asked.
"Mhm," Mexico answered.
"MWAHAHAHAHAHA! SANTA CLAUSE WILL EAT YOUR SOUL!" a girlish voice laughed maliciously into the phone.
"WAAAAAH! Eva~ Don't scare me like that!" Alicia squealed.
"You Russian BASTARD! Give me back my little BROTHER!" Alfred screamed.
"Come on mate, Ivan's got a trick up 'is sleeve. Don't worry 'bout it," Logan casually said and leaned in closer to the phone. "You are dead," he whispered.
"WAIT! Is Russia the one with the metal water pipe that has blood stains on it and has the obsession with sunflower's?" another girl asked.
"WOAH! You don't even know who he is? Your description is spot on, Brazil!" another boy laughed. Russia was getting irritated by the random chatter made by the South Americans.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Russia growled. Belgium tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and looked at her to notice a half awake Canadian sitting in the chair.
"How dare you tell me, the great Arturo Garcia, to shut up!" Peru yelled back. Russia turned to Sweden and motioned for him to bring the Canadian over to the phone. Berwald nodded and quickly brought him over.
"Shut up or little Canada will get hurt," Russia sneered into the phone. He lightly touched the still throbbing pressure point, Matthew moaned in pain and everyone on the other line went silent.
"What do you want," Alfred hissed. Russia chuckled again.
"Matvey will be a prisoner of war till you surrender. If you never surrender you will never get him back," Russia 'kolkolkolkolkolkol'ed into the phone.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MONSTER!" El Salvador screamed.
"NOOOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Brazil wailed.
"YOU MEANIE! HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY SISTER CRY!" another boy yelled.
"Eva and everybody else... SHUT THE FUCK UP!" America ordered. The other line went silent. He leaned in closer to the phone. "Let me talk to my brother."
"Okay. Da you can" Ivan laughed into the phone, turning off the speaker and holding it to Matthew's ear.
"Mattie? Mattie!" Alfred whimpered into the phone.
"A-Alfred? What are you doing?" Canada moaned, his whole body acing. Alfred let out a strangled laugh.
"Thank god you're okay. Are you hurt? Did they hurt you? They at least gave you back your bear right?" Alfred said, the worry thick in his voice. Matthew laughed, but winced afterward.
"I'm not hurt. Just sore and a little tired. And the gave me back Kuma-chan, so I'm okay for now," he said and Russia pulled the phone away and held it to his own ear.
"Times up~ make the right decision," He chuckled into the phone then hung up. "Hungary, Belgium, Sweden, Germany, Prussia, Belarus, France and England stay. Everyone else get out before I beat you to death with my water pipe!" Everyone else left, leaving the eight nations at the wrath of the Russian. Nine if you count Canada, but they really didn't want too.
"We need to get answers out of him. Anyone have any suggestions?" Ivan asked and sat down in a chair, his purple eyes fixed on the blond's blue-purple ones. The boy glared when their eyes met.
"Hate to suggest it, but to get answers you must torcher," Belgium stated with a sorry glance at the Canadian. Russia clapped his hands together.
"Well, then what should we do, Da~" Russia gave the boy a sly grin. He was still very angry that he had even thought to escape. No one replied. Russia sighed and waved them out. "I'll think of something. Be here tomorrow at noon. Untie him first," Russia smiled. Germany and Sweden nodded and quickly untied the boy and set him on the ground. he sat criss crossed and fixed a glare in the Russian's direction. "You may go now." The nations practically dashed for the door. Once he heard the door slam closed and the cars in the driveway start, he walked up to the pathetic looking boy on the ground. Matthew unsteadily stood up and wobbled to stay upright. Russia wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. "Matvey is so cute!" he whispered into the blond's ear. Then Canada did the unthinkable. He raised his hand and brought it down as hard as he could against the Russian's face. The sound that came after ward stayed for a while. A red mark in a deformed hand print on his pale cheek. Then Matthew brought his knee as hard up as possible and hit the Russian in the groin. He let out an 'oof' and leaned onto the Canadian, who squeaked as the weight became to much to bear and he went tumbling to the ground. Russia groaned in pain and all his weight practically collapsed onto the small blond under him.
"G-get off! CRAP! IT FAILED!" Canada wailed as tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks. Russia chuckled and pinned the Canadian's hands above his head with one hand and stroked the sunflower yellow hair happily. It felt just as he thought it would. Soft and silky. Russia licked off a tear rolling down the pink cheeks. When Ivan did this the pink cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
"So cute. Like a little angel. Did you know that you remind me of one? Soft voice, cute face, beautiful hair and an adorable sleeping face~" Ivan chuckled and stroked the soft cheek with his gloved hand. He could feel the softness through his glove.
"I-if y-you don't g-get o-off me I'll kick y-you!" Canada growled. Russia chuckled and got off as commanded. Canada sat up as a pair of lips pressed against his forehead. Canada raised his hand and brought it down hard. Ivan saw this coming though and caught the slender wrist easily. Canada tried the other hand and Ivan did the same to the first, but caught it with his free hand.
"Do you want to fight? You are much to weak for that," Russia lifted the Canadian up onto his feet. He slapped away the Russians hands and stared at him straight in the eye.
"Are you calling me weak? I am not WEAK! Do you get that!" Canada hissed. Russia smiled.
"You need to prove it~" Russia patted him on the head. He's not stupid enough to go against him... right? What happened next surprised him.
"Fine. I'll prove it right now!" The Canadian thrust his fist and it made contact with the Russian's stomach and made him stumble back a bit. Matthew looked at him with a smug look on his angel like face. Russia chuckled and stuffed his hand into his coat and pulled out his water pipe. The Canadian's face changed from smug to panic.
"Not so confident now little Matvey~ Give up before you get hurt~" Russia smiled and took a step forward and Canada instinctively took a step back. His back hit solid wall and he cursed under his breath. "Do you give up~?" Russia 'kolkolkolkolkolkolkol'ed. Canada gulped and looked Ivan in the eye.
"NO!" Canada yelled and Russia brought the pipe down hard and Matthew just narrowly escaped with just a scrape. The Russian had to recover from the shock of the missing the target. Canada rammed into the Russian and only made him stumble side ways a bit. Before Canada could pull away Ivan smacked him in the back of the head with the pipe. Canada gasped in pain and slowly went limp in the Russian's grasp. Russia chuckled, no blood came from the hit and the Canadian had successfully "fallen asleep". He scooped the blond up and carried him to his room. When the boy was successfully tucked into the bed, Ivan quickly placed his lips against the little boys. He pulled back and smiled at his accomplishment. Kumajiro growled at the tall silver haired man as he left then quickly scurried over to his owner and curled up next to him. The Canadians hands moved out from under the covers and wrapped around the bear in a sleepy hug. The bear happily obliged and cuddled up closer and licking the blond's nose, that got a small smile from the sleeping Canadian.