Where am I? You thought as you tugged on the chains. You didn't remember anything that happened. You just suddenly woke up and you were chained to a chair. Your arms/wrists and legs/feet were handcuffed to the chair, everything else was chained rather tightly. Yours eyes finally adjusted to the lighting of the room. It was surprising. It looked like a little girls room. The chair you were tied to was white and the back was shaped as a heart, same as the two other chairs next to it. They were around a white table with three teacups and a teapot on it. The teacups were read with tiny pictures of a white bear around them. Honestly, you thought it was cute. Your eyes scanned the room. There was a bed with [f/c] blankets and fluffy [f/c] pillows. There were four of those fluffy pillows. The bed looked like a bed Sleeping Beauty slept on. Stuffed animals of your favorite animals were laid around the room. You growled as you noticed what you were wearing. [favorite pajamas], someone had undressed you in your sleep and redressed you! That is so gross! Finally calming down you glanced out the window. Outside was beautiful. It was really clean with a ton of trees around it. Nothing like New York, which is where you were. You blinked.
"Oh right… I was visiting America… then…."
You glare at your Iphone as it started to play Hero by Sterling Knight. America kept calling you over and over again. Sighing, you finally gave in and picked up the phone.
"Yes America, what do you--"
"WAH! HOLY CRAP, [F/N]!!! COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND HELP MMMMEEEE!!! A CRAZY PSYCHO IS HERE AND HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME! EEK! WHAT WAS THAT!? HOLY FUCK, HE'S OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM DOOR!!! HOW DID HE KNOW I WAS IN HERE!?"
"Well if you'd stop yell--"
"HELP ME! WAHH! GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY---" the line went dead. You sighed and put your phone away. He's always calling himself a hero, and yet he called you whenever he needed to be saved. Getting up, you headed to New York, wondering who would want to kill America…. Okay, you laughed at that thought. A lot of people wanted him dead because of how annoying he was. That, and he never minded his own business.
~At America's Place~
You knocked on the door and America answered, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his head. You glared at him. Before you could say anything, America grabbed your wrist, pulled you in his house, and slammed the door shut. He locked the doors, closed the curtains, and dimmed down all the lights. You just stood in your spot and watched the pathetic excuse of a hero. You were trying to remember why you were there. So he was panicking, he was fine, so why were you still here?
"[F/N]! HOLD ME!" he hugged you tightly, "That was fucking scary! That crazy dude looked so familiar! But I didn't know his name, and when I asked him who he was, he just got angrier! He had a fucking knife and a bear, A BEAR [F/N]! He was yelling at me saying crazy things! Saying I never remembered him, that I'm a horrible excuse of a brother, that I'm a McDonalds obsessed fat ass! At first I thought England cloned me or something because the dude looked a lot like me! But then he started yelling other things!"
"America, calm d--" why did you bother talk when he was just going to continue to freak out?
"He said that I was in the way of you and him being together! He said that I was a nuisance! He also said that if he couldn't have [f/n] then no one could! I'm so happy you got here before that crazy guy got you--"
"ALFRED JONES!" that shut him up, although he still had tears of fear in his eyes, "Al, think of what you were saying. He got angry when you asked who he was, he said that you never remembered him, that you are a horrible brother, and he had a bear with you. You also said that he kind of looked like you. America, that man had to be Canada, you idiot." did you not hear the part about you? Not surprised if you didn't, America was talking really fast.
"Who?" a moment of silence. Then you snapped and started hitting America.
"YOU HAMBURGER BRAINED IDIOT! CANADA! C. A. N. A. D. A! YOUR BROTHER! YOU KNOW, THE ONE ON TOP OF YOU! THE SECOND BIGGEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!? HE WAS THE ONE WHO INVENTED HOCKEY!!! HE ALSO INVENTED RINGETTE, LACROSSE, BROOMBALL, AND FIVE-PIN BOWLING! REMEMBER!? THE DUDE WITH A MAPLE LEAF ON HIS FLAG!!!"
"Matthew! Mattie! Matthew Williams! Ring a bell!?"
"OH HIM! No, it couldn't have been him, Canadia is to shy and quiet to do something like this… GASP! MAYBE IT WAS A CLONE OF HIM! MAYBE…" America continued rambling on. You finally got sick of it and unlocked the front door, "Where are you going!? That psycho is out to get you!"
You glared at him, "I can take care of myself, United States. Seriously, why are you called America? There's North America, like Canada, Central America, you, and South America, there are two many countries that I down there, but I know Cuba is one of them. America is a continent, you don't see me calling Britain Europe. Now if you don't mind, I have a lot of paper work to do." with that, you left.
It was freezing outside, you watched as your breath turned white and disappeared. You shivered. You had forgotten your scarf, hat, and mittens/gloves. You cursed yourself and tightened your [f/c] jacket.
"[f/n]… [f/n], come play with me." You flinched and turned around, backing up still though. You didn't believe your ears. But you didn't believe your eyes either, no one was there, but you kept hearing the voice echoing. You were about to turn and run, but something covered your mouth and you passed out cold. Warm arms trapping you in a hug as you passed out.
~End of Flasherback D: aww~
Your eyes widened and you started squirming in the chains. Now was a perfect time to panic! You were terrified, someone had kidnapped you! Someone who was trying to kill America!
Maybe Mattie finally snapped. You thought. After awhile, you finally gave up and stopped struggling. Sighing, you glanced at the ceiling and froze. A camera was staring at you, strapped to the ceiling. Your eyes widened. Someone was watching you… whimpering, you looked away from the camera. Panic and fear started to boil up in you again. You were camera shy, you hated being watching. Humming from behind the door snapped you out of your fear. You glared at the door. The humming and footsteps grew louder and closer. If looks could kill, your glare would have made the door explode. As the door opened, you sighed.
Knew it. Canada. He was smiling brightly with Kumajiro walking beside him. Kumajiro ran over and sat down on one of the chairs, looking at you intently. Your eyes widened even more, if possible, Kumajiro's fur was blood stained. Same with Canada's face and white tank top he was wearing, the red maple leaf on the shirt blended into the blood. Closing the door and bolting it shut, he walked over to the table, sat a tray down, and sat next to you. An insane smile on his face.
"WHAT THE HELL, CANADA!"
"Don't be like that, [f/n]." he pouted, "Call me Mattie. Do you like what I did to the room?"
"LET ME GO!"
"We worked hard for this play date, you aren't leaving." Kumajiro said cutely as he managed to pour tea into all the cups. You snarled. Mattie giggled and kissed your lips harshly. You flinched but blushed none the less. When he pulled away, you saw the hunger in his eyes. You weren't sure if it was because of lust, or because of other reasons. You gulped as he placed some food on yours and Kumajiro's plates. Pancakes, of course. Pouring some red stuff on the pancakes, Kumajiro dug into his. Canada took a fork and lifted some pancakes to your mouth. You attempted to get your head away from it as Canada smirked.
"W-what is that… red stuff?
"Cherry syrup, [f/n]-chan~" he purred and stroked your hair.
"I-it doesn't smell like cherry syrup--"
"JUST EAT IT!" he snapped at you, making you flinch. You obeyed and opened your mouth, eating the pancakes. You almost barfed. It… tasted weird.
"I got the cherry syrup from [other country you love]." he giggled. Your eyes widened, recognizing the taste of the red liquid. Blood? That means he….
"CANADA! WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!?" long silence as Canada's eyes darkened…
"Do. NOT. Talk. To. Me. Like. That!" he snarled. Your eyes started to water. This wasn't Canada. Kumajiro got onto Canada's shoulders and whispered something in his ear that made him calm down. Canada gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. Leaning in, he kissed your cheek that he had slapped.
"I'm sorry, [f/n]-chan. I just want you to be happy. But you need to know, if I can't have you. No one can. That's why I had no choice but to get cherry syrup from [other country that you love]. He was in the way of you and me. I love you [f/n], Kumajiro agrees. You belong to us." you said nothing, not wanting him to get angry again. He smiled lovingly at you. After he had fed you the rest of the bloody pancakes and tea, he uncuffed you and lifted you up, chains still around you. You looked at the clock on the wall, it was already 11:47. He rested you on the bed, he put you closer to the wall though. Kumajiro curled up on the bed also, making it so you were scared to move. Canada closed the shades to the window. Taking the dirty plates, cups, and pot, he went downstairs, humming the Canada Anthem. You started shaking and tears started rolling down your face. Kumajiro licked them away.
"Calm down, [f/n]. What's-his-name loves you and does not want to hurt you. Take me for example, he loved me so he kept me with him, not letting me out of his sight. He never hurts me because I don't do anything to spark his anger. Just don't do anything to anger him and you'll be okay." Kumajiro said and licked the rest of the tears away, curling up on the end of the bed. You said nothing, closing your eyes and thinking of [other country you loved]. What was wrong with Canada? Why did he act like this? When Canada entered the room again, he was in pajamas. Well, red pajama pants with white bears on them, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Smiling brightly, he turned of the lights and laid down beside you. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought you tighter to his body. Kissing your forehead, he stroked your hair some more.
"I love you, [f/n]. I'm never letting you go," he put something around your ring finger. Opening your eyes, they widened. A wedding and engagement ring, "with these rings, you can never leave me."
His arms tightened around you more.
"Mine." he whispered and kissed your lips. Remembering Kumajiro's words, you kissed back shyly. The kiss wasn't harsh like the last time, it was more sweet and relaxing. When he pulled away, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Sighing, you closed your eyes and allowed sleep to take over you. You loved Canada/Matthew. Even if he was acting like this, he was probably just scared of losing you.