Chapter 8
"Позвольте мне ебать, прежде чем я рип вас на куски !" Colorado yelled in Russian. Neither of them new what he had just said, but they instinctively let him go.
"You know Russian?" France questioned
"Oui ... ce que c'est pour vous, perverti Français?" Colorado countered. France was taken aback. Colorado was supposed be relatively stupid.
"What the hell! You speak French too!" Gilbert yelled and started to shake the short blond.
"Warum ist es so schwer zu glauben? Hast du gedacht, ich sei dumm? WARTEN! Thats it! Jemand sagte, ich war dumm! Haben sie nicht? GUT! Haben sie nicht !" Colorado yelled and lunged at the Prussian, hatred seen in his dull, tired eyes. Prussia easily hrew the boy off.
"God... how many languages do you know?" Gilbert asked as he pinned the blond boy to the ground.
"Why should I tell you? You're the enemy!" Colorado growled and kicked Gilbert in the groin with as much strength as he could muster up. It was enough to get the Prussian off of him. Colorado wobbly tried to pick himself up but France kicked him hard in the gut, sending him sliding into the wall. He gasped in pain, but still he tried to get up. This time he was more successful. Once he was on his feet he charged at the Frenchman, and was able to tackle him to the ground. he got in a few punches before Prussia pulled him off and kneed him in the stomach.
"You little brat! Just give up already!" Prussia hissed and dropped Colorado into the floor. He pushed himself up off the floor and wiped away some blood at the corner of his mouth.
"I will never give up. You and that commie bastard will pay for taking Canada!" he jumped up and threw a glass bottle at the Prussian's head. Gilbert dodged and gave a hard kick to the boys chest. He went flying backwards and hit the wall, leaving a inch or two deep hole. He fell to the floor and got up just as a fist collided with his face. He collapsed to the floor, blood spilling out of his nose and onto the floor. Blood dripped from his mouth slightly. Prussia gripped his blond hair and thrust it up so that they were looking each other in the eye, Colorado winced at the pain of having his hair being yanked up.
"Hmpf, du bist eine starke kleinen Staat. Wachbleiben nach eineinhalb Nation Portionsgröße ... Sie geben noch? Du wirst aufhören, dich zu schlagen," Prussia sneered. Colorado glared at the nation. A grin appeared on his features.
"Heh ... atleast Ich bin ein Staat. Sie sind nicht einmal eine Nation nicht mehr!" Colorado snarled. This comment pissed Prussia off. He threw the state into the nearest wall, letting go at the last second.
"Prussia! We can't have him halfway to death! he must be alive!" France hissed into the Prussian's ear. Gilbert mumbled something under his breath as France ran past him and tied Colorado's hands behind his back. The boy was out cold, still alive just knocked out. France sighed in relief, picked the boy up, and slung him over his shoulder.
"The brat deserved it," Prussia hissed, France turned and gave him a dirty look.
"It was an unfair fight. He was drugged and was only trying to help himself. You would do the same," France sighed and walked out the back entrance, Prussia followed close behind.
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Alaska sighed and walked back into the bar. America was going to be there in a couple minutes with New York and Texas. Slowly he made his way to the bar, only to stop short. Colorado was not there. Around the bar was little dents and on the walls were even bigger ones.
"Colorado..." Alaska murmured. No answer came. Then he began to panic. "COLORADO!" he whisper shouted. No reply. He ran up to the bar and waved down the bar keep, but he didn't notice him. "HEY! BAR KEEP! HEY!" he yelled, still no reaction. Just then the bar doors were throne open and America came in.
"ALASKA! WHERE'S COLORADO!" he yelled. Alaska slumped to the ground. New York dashed up and tried to get him up, with no success.
"Alaska, dud, whats wrong with you? Wheres Colorado?" New York asked. Alaska felt Tears run down his cheeks.
"Oh god... ALASKA!" America gasped and ran over to the crying state, pulling him into an awkward hug. He had never hugged his adoptive son, never ever. Mostly Alaska seemed ready to kill him if he did. They were the same height, that made things a lot harder. Alaska's shoulders shuddered as he cried. "What happened?" America asked. New York and Texas leaned in so they could hear.
"They took him," was all he said. America gave him a strange look, then remembered that Colorado wasn't there.
"Colorado? Who took Colorado?" New York tried to keep his voice down, but it was hard when the music was louder than his loudest yell.
"Allies of that stupid commie bastard!" he said and wiped his eyes.
"Those bastards... lets go. We'll get all the states and nations together and discuss a plan... We'll get him back and mattie in the process."
Colorado's eyes fluttered open. He felt the roar of an engine and voices. He could distinguish France and Prussia, but those were the only voices he knew and heard. There was a gag in his mouth, his wrists were but his ankles and legs were untouched. There was a stinging pain in his gut and stomach.
"Ugh... why does he even want the stupid American's son, anyway? He already has Matthew, what more does he want?" Prussia whined. France sighed. Colorado skillfully got his wrists out of the rope and untied his gag, they were cut and bleeding. He lifted one to his lips and slowly licked it, old habits die hard. Neither of them noticed he was untied.
"He only wants hostages. I can't believe that China thought that the little state was stupid, though. He is extremely smart. From what it looked like, he had a lot of experience with other countries," France replied. Colorado thought it only best to scare the piss out of them.
"Bien sûr, j'ai une bonne expérience avec d'autres pays! J'étais dans un cirque ambulant!" Colorado smirked as they both jumped at his voice. Prussia spun around and did a face palm. "What? I was!"
"Are you sure you gave him the right amount of the dose?" Prussia asked and turned to the Frenchman. Colorado quickly put the Prussian into a headlock from behind the seat.
"You will stop this car and let me out. If you don't, I'll break his neck," he threatened and tightened his grip. Prussia tried to get the blond's arms away from his neck with little success.
"P-Prussia! W-what do I d-do!" France wailed. Prussia dug his nails into Colorado's arm, he winced but kept his grip.
"Stop the car," Prussia gasped. When the car came to a stop, Colorado kicked the door open. The door flew off it hinges. He let go of the Prussian and jumped out of the car as quick as he could.
"Bye bye~!" Colorado waved and walked in the opposite direction the car was parked. When Colorado was out of earshot Prussia grabbed the hand gun from his side. France rolled down the passenger window and Gilbert pointed the gun at the short blond. Then he let out a fury of shot. Colorado didn't hear the sound till almost to late. he spun around and quickly dodged all the bullets. Prussia gaped at the Colorado-an's speed. He turned and smirked at the nation. "Oh Yeah! WAS NUN?" he laughed. Prussia growled and jumped out of the car, dashing towards the laughing blond. This caught Colorado off guard. Gilbert easily pinned the boy to the road.
"Du verdammtes Schwein von einem Zustand! Sie werden ruhig kommen oder ich werde mit Gewalt !" Prussia growled. Colorado smirked. He kicked his legs up and hit the Prussian in the chest. Gilbert was throne backwards. He gasped as he heard and felt his ribs being broken by the force. The Prussian crashed into a tree and fell to the ground. He was passed out cold. Colorado pushed himself off the ground and walked over to the car. He peeked into the open window to see France looking at him with horror, but Yun only smiled at him.
"Sortez de la voiture, salaud français, ou je vais te déchirer en morceaux et te regarder mourir," Colorado threatened, the smile never leaving his features. France looked like he had just wet himself. When he didn't respond, Colorado broke the glass window, grabbed his collar and pulled him out.
"Que diable! Lâchez-moi! Lâchez-moi!" France screamed as he was yanked out of the broken window and thrown onto the ground. Colorado ripped the door off its hinges and got into the drivers seat, he looked at the scared Frenchman and smiled.
"Thank you for the car~. Tell Russia that if he doesn't give Mattie back he'll be in a world of hate," Yun pressed the gas and the car speed away. Quickly he turned the car around and was on his way back to Washington D.C. He had to tell the others what they needed to do.
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"COLORADO WAS WHAT!" Hawaii screamed and shook Alaska.
"He was kidnaped," America explained and pulled the Alaskan out of the panicking states grip, which was hard considering the state was two times as powerful as the nation. Alaska would have already gotten out of her grip, 1. she was his adopted sister and 2. he was to depressed about his little brother being kidnaped.
"Daddy~! We have to get him back!" Florida whined and grabbed her dad's hand.
"Don't worry! We are going to get going tomorrow morning at noon. that commie bastard will pay for messing with the hero. Mattie wont have to be with that monster anymore!" America yelled. The states whooped and hollered.
"I have one thing to ask," Florida piped in once the roars died down.
"What is it?" New York questioned.
"You never told us how you found Colorado. So... how did you find him?" she asked, the others agreed.
"We know that when you found out that we existed that we were missing him, but you never told us how and where you found him. We want to know more about our drunken brother," Maine asked. Her voice was a bit louder than a whisper, but still a bit quiet. No one but Maryland and a couple others heard.
"Maine's right! How did you find him and where!" Maryland yelled. America sighed and was about to say something, when the door to his house was kicked off its hinges. Everyone gasped. Standing in the door way was Colorado. he was cut up and scratched, but altogether in good shape.
"If you really wanted to know my history then you should have asked," he stated and walked into the room. "Where should I start?" he asked. Even America was curious. He had thought he knew all of his kids, but apparently not.
"At the beginning," Alaska answered. Colorado let out a huge sigh.
"Okay, But you aren't going to like it," he warned and began.
Canada gasped and shot up from his bead. He had a bad head ache and didn't even remember getting into bed. The door to the room flew open and Russia came walking in. He was holding what looked like... wait... what the hell were they?
"Hello Matvey, I would say good morning but... we are not on the same side," Russia laughed a bit and sat down at the end of the bed. Canada glared at him.
"Die dans le trou que vous commie bâtard !" he hissed and brought his knees to his chest. Russia sighed and leaned over so his face was inches from the small blond's.
"Don't call me that in my own country. I really don't want to hurt you," he whispered and stroked Matthew's cheek. He quickly moved his head out of the Russian's reach.
"I will call you anything I want to call you! You're my enemy!" Canada yelled and scooted as far away from the Russian as possible. It was until his back hit the wall that he knew he was trapped.
"Yes I am your enemy... but you are my prisoner," Russia cooed and closed the distance between them. He raised his hand and stroked the Canadian's cheek. Canada put his hands on the other nations chest and tried to push him away. Russia slowly leaned forward and licked his neck. The Canadian gasped and shoved as hard as he could. The Russian, much to the surprise of both of them, flew backwards off the bed and into a wall.
"H-how did I DO THAT!" Matthew whispered the Russian moaned and slowly stood from his position on the ground. His eyes turned into slits and he walked over to the Canadian with a menacing aura. Canada was able to get off the bed and confront the tall, menacing Russian. Ivan grabbed the boys shoulders and shoved him into a wall.
"You will pay for that!" he 'ed and moved his hand from the boys shoulder and up to where the pressure point was. Canada saw the opening and practically dashed away from the, now shocked, Russian.
"I will not!" Canada retorted and ran to the window. before he could do anything Russia put him into a head lock. "Let me go! Let me go!" he yelled and squirmed. Ivan was getting irritated. The Canadian was squirming to much and he was loosing his hold.
"Stop squirming or I'll break your neck!" Russia growled menacingly. Canada stopped for a moment the started to squirm again. Russia didn't follow threw with his threat. How could he? He really didn't want to hurt the Canadian, but the boy was pushing him to his limit. "Did you not hear my threat?" he asked and squeezed his arm tighter around the boys neck. he gasped and winced at the pain.
"O-of c-course!" he gasped and tried to get the Russian's hand off of him. The grip didn't budge. Russia put his free hand over the blond's eyes, making him panic more. "HEY! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" he yelled, more like a pained whisper, and squirmed even more, but stopped when the arm tightened even more around his neck.
"К сожалению маленький ангел, но вы должны идти спать сейчас," he whispered into the blond's ear he let the little boys neck go, but quickly pinched the pressure point. Canada crumbled in his arms. Ivan threw the passed out nation over his shoulder and walked towards the bed. Slowly Russia set him onto the sheets and placed a blanket over him. Covering everything. From his head to his feet. Ivan walked out of the room with only a small glance over his shoulder. He shut the door and left.
Translations. They may be wrong, got from google translate:
Позвольте мне ебать, прежде чем я рип вас на куски ! = Let me the fuck go before i rip you to bits!
Oui ... ce que c'est pour vous, perverti Français = Yes... what's it to you, you perverted Frenchman
Warum ist es so schwer zu glauben? Hast du gedacht, ich sei dumm? WARTEN! Thats it! Jemand sagte, ich war dumm! Haben sie nicht? GUT! Haben sie nicht ! = Why is it so hard to believe? Did you think I was stupid? WAIT! THATS IT! Someone told you I was stupid! Didn't they? WELL! DIDN'T THEY!
Hmpf, du bist eine starke kleinen Staat. Wachbleiben nach eineinhalb Nation Portionsgröße ... Sie geben noch? Du wirst aufhören, dich zu schlagen. = Hmph, you are a strong little state. Staying awake after one and a half nation serving size... Do you give up yet? You'll stop getting beat up.
Heh ... atleast Ich bin ein Staat. Sie sind nicht einmal eine Nation nicht mehr! = Heh... atleast I am a state. You aren't even a nation anymore!
Bien sûr, j'ai une bonne expérience avec d'autres pays! J'étais dans un cirque ambulant! = Of course I have good experience with other countries! I was in a traveling circus!
Oh Yeah! WAS NUN? = OH YEAH! WHAT NOW!
Du verdammtes Schwein von einem Zustand! Sie werden ruhig kommen oder ich werde mit Gewalt ! = You fucking bastard of a state! You will come quietly or i will have to use force!
Sortez de la voiture, salaud français, ou je vais te déchirer en morceaux et te regarder mourir = Get out of the car, you French bastard, or I'll rip you to bits and watch you die
Que diable! Lâchez-moi! Lâchez-moi! = What the hell! Let me go! Let me go!
Die dans le trou que vous commie bâtard ! = Die in hole you commie bastard!
К сожалению маленький ангел, но вы должны идти спать сейчас. = Sorry little angel, but you have to go to sleep now.