Chapter 10
Canada sat on the bed, thinking of an escape plan. He couldn't just use the front door, Russia would see him, or wack him with his pipe. Neither of those things gave the Canadian courage to even try to escape. His last resort would be to escape from the window. He sighed and walked up towards the door. Slowly he grasped the handle and turned it, it was locked. Kumajiro looked at him from his seat on the bed.
"Where?" he asked and tilted his head. Canada sighed and headed towards the window.
"We have to get home," was his answer. Kumajiro jumped off the bed and walked up to his master.
"Now?" he asked. Matthew nodded and pushed the window up.
"I have to do this," he whispered to himself. Kumajiro hopped onto his back and held on tightly. He swung his legs over the edge of the window and slowly leaned out. Suddenly he regretted his choice. Outside it was snowing. Canada shuddered at the small little cold flakes as they landed on him.
"Going?" Kumajiro questioned. Matthew nodded and took a deep breath.
"Now or never," he whispered to himself and jumped from the window.
Latvia walked up the stairs, trembling slightly. He hated Russia. He always picked on him because he was the youngest of the three brothers. He was also the shortest of the three brothers. Raivis walked up to the prisoners room. He felt bad for the Canadian. He was weak and unnoticed, but somehow he had gotten into this war and become a prisoner.
He opened the door and peeked in, seeing a bulge under the covers he sighed in relief. The Canadian was still there. He walked up to the bed and looked it over. There was no rise and fall of the bed sheets. Latvia started to panic.
"M-Mr. C-Canada?" he stuttered and placed a shaky hand on the covers. His hand instantly sank in and he screamed. A second latter Prussia, Lithuania, Estonia, France and Russia came dashing into the room. Lithuania and Estonia let out a sigh of relief as they saw that their brother was unharmed.
"Whats the matter, peu Lettonie?" France asked and crossed the room, squatting next to the trembling Latvia on the floor.
"H-he's n-not t-t-there!" he squeaked and pointed to the bed. All the nations turned their attention to the bed, that was indeed empty. Russia let a blood chilling growl.
"Everyone down stairs. We need to get a search party together and go find him," he snarled and walked out of the room. He was royally pissed. His angel had ran away from him. He had to get him back. France and Prussia followed close behind. The were still bruised from their little battle against the sober Colorado.
"I think that Prussia, Russia, Hungary, and China go out and look for him," France suggested. Russia nodded. When they entered the living room all the conversations stopped.
"Hungary, China, Prussia and myself are going to look for Matvey," Russia growled. China looked at him shocked.
"Why do I have to go, aru?" he wined. Hungary patted him on the back.
"Is this like a treasure hunt?" Elizabeta asked. Prussia smiled a bit at her comment.
"Sure," Russia said and headed for the door.
"Why do I have to go? I'm in bad shape from the fight with that stupid American's kid," Prussia wined as they walked out the door.
"Well, he couldn't have taken France or England, they would have backed down without a fight if Canada put up one," Hungary chimed and skipped ahead of the three other countries.
"Why do we even bother? Why not just all gang up on one of the stupid American's kids? That would be the easiest, aru" Chin mumbled.
"We already tried that and I'm not gonna go through that amount of hurt again!" Prussia fumed. Russia stopped and turned to face everyone, but Hungary who was standing behind him.
"We split up. I'll go close to where the window is, you people can find your own route to take. Find him a nd bring him back by any means possible.
"Right!" the three nations saluted and ran off in different directions. Russia stomped towards the window.
"That boy is so dead," he kolkolkolkolkolkolkol'ed.
Canada shivered. Even though the snow had stopped falling, the wind had picked up. His clothes were damp and the wind REALLY didn't help his cold factor. Kumajiro hugged him tighter, trying to warm him up. Matthew smiled at his friends thoughtfulness.
"Thank you!" he giggled and kept walking.
"Cold," the bear sighed. Canada nodded in agreement. This was cold weather, even for him.
"We just have to make it to a town or something. Then we can have soem food and get new clothes!" Canada giggled.
"Food," Kumajiro mumbled happily. Matthew laughed for a little bit, then froze. There was the sound of boots against frozen ground. Matthew turned his head slightly to see the outline of a tall Russian walking towards him. He panicked. Canada kicked it into full gear and ran as fast as he could into the woods, but hsi body was too cold and he only went half as fast as he could. The thud of boots against the hard ground came closer and closer, until Matthew felt strong arms around his waist. Pulling him into a very tight, unwanted hug.
"L-let me go! L-let me go!" Canada flailed. Kumajiro had jumped off of his masters back at the last second and now stood in front of the two.
"Let go!" the bear growled at the Russian, who only laughed. The bear lunged itself at the Russian, who easily waked it away. Canada watched in horror as his best friend slammed into a tree and fell to the ground with a thud. Kumajiro was knocked out cold.
"KUMA-CHAN!" Matthew screamed and squirmed in Russia's grip. A large hand covered his violet-blue eyes, that were now rimming with tears.
"Shush~ Calm down~" Russia cooed. Even though he was ticked off that his angel had tried to run away, he didn't want the Canadian to break down on the cold ground... or pass out.
"Let me go! Kuma-chan! Kuma-chan!" Canada wailed and his squirms became nothing more than useless moves against the strong Russian. The cold was also taking its toll on his body. The grip around his waist tightened, sensing that the boy was getting weaker.
"Calm down~," Russia tried to soothe the crying Canadian, knowing all-to-well that the boy was crying because of him. He spun the boy and pulled the boy into his chest. This shocked Matthew for a second, but he quickly recovered and used as much strength as he could spare to try and get the Russian away from him.
"Evadez-vous de moi, vous maudit chien! Lâchez-moi! Kuma-chan! S'il vous plaît aller! S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît! laisse-moi aller vous commie salaud! Stupid russe! Lâchez-moi! Maintenant !" Matthew screamed in French. Russia was irritated now. The boy was being to difficult. He should have expected this, he was a prisoner of war.
"жаль маленького ангела. Вы должны спать," Russia sighed and pinched the blond's pressure point. Instantly, the boys struggles came to an abrupt halt and he crummbled into the Russian's arms. The thud of boots on the frozen ground came to his ears. Hungary came dashing in front of the two nations, huffing like she had just ran a mile.
"AHA! Te találtad meg! Hozom a medve!" she laughed in he native tongue.
"Huh?" Russia looked at her, confused and lifted the Canadian bridal style.
"Well... I SAID: 'AHA! You found him! I'll get the bear!'" she laughed at having to repeat herself. Russia sighed and headed back towards the house.
"Get the bear. Do you know where the others are?" he asked and glanced back at the bubbly brunet. She nodded.
"They gave up once you were out of sight! Those prissies!" she giggled as if it was a joke. Russia grumbled angrily.
"Okay, well... he's going to have to get a punishment," Russia growled. Hungary's bubbly attitude turned serious the moment the words were out of his mouth.
"There is only thing I can think suitable for him," she laughed maliciously, sending a shiver down the Russian's spine. Despite her frail and beautiful demeanor, she had the blood of a wild nomad running through her veins. Because of this, she had the wickedest and most horrible ideas.
"Well, lets get to it."
Canada opened his eyes.. He was in a dark room. There was a bristly feeling around his wrists and he instantly knew that he was tied with rope, but to what? He was frightened. The low clacking of boots on wood floor brought him out of his thoughts. Russia bent down so he was eye to eye with the small blond.
"You are fully awake, Da?" he asked, a wicked grin on his features, making the Canadian shudder. He tried to say something but found that he was gagged. "Ah~ Don't worry. This only temporary. Once you have been punished, you will be put back into some cleaner clothes and patched up. Hungary, come in," Russia motioned and the brunet walked in holding a... whip. Matthew's eyes widened in fear. They were going to whip him! She positioned herself far enough away that she would still be able to hit flesh.
"Ready?" she asked Russia. He nodded and looked into the violet-blue eyes of the Canadian. There was a crack as the wipe flew threw the air. Matthew let out a scream of pain as the leather ripped threw his flesh. Tears rolled down his face. Once the pain had subsided a bit, Canada struggled against his bounds. Two steal posts were a meter away from his sides and at least a meter high. From his position on the ground, he was shorter than the posts. Matthew's arms were above his head, each wrist strapped to one of the two posts. His struggling ceased as the leather made contact again, and sliced open his flesh. He let out another scream through the gag. Russia picked up a piece of cloth from the ground and placed it over the boy's eyes, tieing it tight in the back. Matthew quit struggling for a while, only because Hungary had quickened her pace on how fast she lashed him. The only thing the two nations could here were the cracks coming from the whip and the gagged screams of agony coming from the tortured Canadian nation. This went on for about and hour and a half.
"Thats enough," Russia waved for the Hungarian to stop and she did. Russia untied the gag and let it drop to the ground. He grabbed the boy's chin roughly and lifted it up. "Do you regret trying to escape from us?" he whispered venomously. Matthew was trembling slightly. From the cold and the sheer pain and sting of his cuts on his back.
"Y-yes," he whimpered as fresh tears rolled down his pink cheeks. he released the boys chin and stood, motioning for Hungary to untie him from his bounds. She did as commanded. Matthew fell to the floor, breathing heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks, and the stinging pain from the cuts on his back. Russia Pulled up a wet washcloth and slowly dabbed it onto the torn and mangled flesh. The boy flinched and whimpered.
"Hungary, get bandages and some disinfectant," Russia commanded. Hungary ran out of the room. Canada stared as the woman ran from the room. Ivan chuckled a bit and slowly rubbed the raw flesh withe tip of the washcloth. "Does it hurt?" he whispered into the blond's ear.
"Mhm..." he gasped. His arms raised involuntarily and clasped onto the Russian's coat with all his might. Russia smiled at the small blond.
"Does Matvey hurt?" Russia soothed and started to dab the wounds tenderly. Matthew only nodded. The pain in his back reached new heights of intensity with every dab the Russian made. "What was that?" he asked and stroked Canada's silky blond hair with his free hand.
"It... HURTS!" he sobbed and leaned against the Russian even more. Hungary burst through the door with a hoard of gauze pads and disinfectant. She squatted behind the hurt blond, slowly and tenderly tried to apply the disinfectant to the wounds. Russia gripped his arms, making it impossible for him to jump up at the sting.
"This is going to sting," she soothed and touched the disinfectant to the mutilated flesh.
"AHHHH!" Matthew screamed. Hungary quickly, but tenderly, applied the disinfectant and began to wrap around the boys back and chest. It only took a small bit of time to get the boy all fixed up. Russia grabbed a shirt that was laid out for the boy and out it on quickly. It was a pajama shirt, but it was soft and had beautiful patterns on it. The bottoms were the same. Matthew would have objected and struggled as the Russian pulled down his pants, but he was too hurt and weak. It took less time to dress him than to bandage him up.
"Come on, lets get you into bed and get you some food," Hungary smiled as Russia carefully picked the boy up bridal style. Canada gripped Ivan's chest, the pain of having pressure on his back was almost too much to handle. Russia marched up the stairs, Hungary right behind. She was back to her bubbly self, despite having just torchered someone. When France heard them come up the stairs he jumped off the couch and ran to see what the extent of the damage was on his son. He was surprised to see an almost unconscious Canadian in the Russian's arms. Hungary bounced ahead and hugged the Frenchman.
"France, go make some food," Russia ordered and walked up the stairs. When they were out of ear shot. "Does it still hurt?" he asked and kissed the boy on the forehead. He got a small nod in response. Ivan smiled and opened the door to Canada's room.
"Food," a small little bear growled. Ivan looked down at the polar bear and smiled, then continued to the bed. Once he got the boy tucked in, he gave him a small kiss on the cheek. Kumajiro jumped up onto the bed and growled. Russia smiled at the bear and backed away from the bed.
"I wont hurt him. See?" he said and slowly made his way back towards the bed. Kumajiro gave him an un-trusting glare, but let Russia get close enough to touch his masters hair. "Good night Matvey." he smiled and walked out of the room.
TRANSLATIONSXD!:
peu Lettonie = little Latvia
Evadez-vous de moi, vous maudit chien! Lâchez-moi! Kuma-chan! S'il vous plaît se lever! S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît! laisse-moi aller vous commie salaud! Stupid russe! Lâchez-moi! Maintenant = Get away from me you fucking bastard! Let me go! Kuma-chan! Please get up! Please, please, please, please! let me go you commie bastard! Stupid Russian! Let me go! Now
жаль маленького ангела. Вы должны спать = sorry little angel. You need to sleep now
AHA! Te találtad meg! Hozom a medve = AHA! You found him! I'll get the bear