Dark Hetalia FanFic: Crystal Tundra Chapter 4

Canada lay with his head in Prussia's lap, trying to block out the screams and curses coming from the room down the hall. He felt Prussia rocking slightly, and knew that all Prussia wanted to do was wrap him in his arms but the bonds on his wrist stopped that from happening. As the screams began to escalate they suddenly stopped. "That is enough for today don't you think? We have time for more tomorrow, da." Then a door opened and closed and they heard footsteps going up the back stairs. Canada sat up and looked at Prussia. "What do I do Gil?" He whispered in a broken voice. "What do I do?"
Prussia rested his forehead against Canada's. "You told Lithuania what has happened right?" He felt Canada nod. "So Lithuania has now called England who is on his way here. There is nothing much you can do, but go see your brother."
Canada rocked away from Prussia in shock. "What? Go see him? After setting him up and trying to get him killed? He will hate me!"
Prussia shook his head. "No Mattie, he won't. He won't understand why you have done this, but he won't hate you. You're his brother."
"But I'm his brother and I did this to him!" Canada said as if Prussia had forgotten that part.
"Yes, I know, but Russia took advantage of your moment of weakness and rage and used it to his own advantage. It isn't your fault. Now," Prussia looked into Canada's eyes. "Go and see your brother."
Canada nodded, leant over and kissed Prussia deeply, as if hoping to gain some courage from him. Then he stood and walked from the room staring at Prussia as he closed the door. Then he walked down the hall and stood in front of the door to America's prison. He took a deep breath, then another, then another. He stared at the door handle, then finally gripped it and turned. He felt the catch pull back and pushed. He crossed the threshold, closed the door behind him and then turned to look at the room. He saw him straight away and felt his blood turn cold. Canada ran across the room to his brother and held his bloodstained body in his arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered again and again into America's hair as he rocked his brother's body in his arms. He felt America move his head and moved back so he could see who was there.
"Mat…..tie?" America whispered hoarsely, staring at Canada through half closed eyes. "What……are you…..doing he…..re?"
"I'm so sorry Alfred," Canada whispered, "I didn't mean this to happen, I was so angry and then he came and he took advantage of it and then when I realised what had happened it was too late to back out." He hung his head in shame. "I don't blame you if you hate me Al."
America looked at his younger brother and smiled softly. "I don't hate you……Mattie, I just wish……you had come speak……to me about it…..before Russia." America felt tears falling on his face, and sat up slowly and lent his head against Canada's. He kissed his brother softly on the head. "Oh Mattie, don't cry. You know that Russia will take any advantage he can find."
"But I let this happen." Canada whispered. "Even before I phoned you, I wanted to back out. But Gilbert and I couldn't find a way-"
"Prussia?" America interrupted, "He is here too?"
Canada nodded. "Russia has him here; he treats him like a pet he can torture whenever he likes."
America heard the catch in Canada's throat and knew his brother's true feelings for Prussia. He put his head back against Canada's. He sighed. "I know what he means to you, bro. But you need to contact England, tell him what's happened-"
Canada put his hand on America's shoulder. "Lithuania has already done it. England is on his way, and no doubt he is rallying the others for attack."
America smiled softly. "That sounds like Arthur; no doubt he will be at the front, sword swinging, dressed in his old pirate clothes."
Canada laughed softly. "Yes, he does yearn for his pirating days doesn't he? Maybe when we are home we can have a pirate party."
America nodded. "Yes, he would enjoy that wouldn't he?!" He laughed softly, and then suddenly bent double, grimacing in pain. Canada looked down and saw the deep cut lacerating America's side. He looked away and stood up. America looked up. "Where are you going bro?" He asked in a pained voice.
"I'm going to go get Latvia to come and deal with your wounds and prepare you for when England gets here." Canada said and then walked to the door. "I am sorry Al, this is my fault." Then he left the room.

"You cannot be serious, England." The laughing voice said in his ear, "Call back when you wish to be serious with me." And then there was simply the dial tone. England shut off his phone and cursed. Damn that bloody French twat. I knew I couldn't count on him. But then again he had the same reaction from everyone else. It was as soon as he mentioned Canada's name that they then laughed and hung up. Looks like I'm on my own. England thought as he made his way to his plane. He jumped in just as Meribell appeared next to him. "I thought I told you to wait for me in the forest behind Russia's house!" He said, looking at her. When he got no response he sighed, "Well?" He asked her as he started up the plane, "Is he there?"
Meribell nodded, "Yes he is…." Her voice broke, and tears started to fall.
"What's wrong Meribell?" England asked, "Has something happened?"
Meribell tried to stop her tears but they continued to fall. "I found Alfred when Ivan was with him…" She whispered. "And he…he…" She began to sob. "He pulled out a knife and….." She trailed off unable to finish her sentence.
England nodded, not needing her to finish her sentence any way. Everyone knew what Russia did to his captives. He took a deep breath, and looked at Meribell. "It will be fine Meribell. Did you get to talk to America?"
Meribell took a deep breath and nodded. "Well, not exactly, Mr Kirkland. But Alfred did see me and told me exactly where he is." She laughed slightly. "He actually yelled it as Mr Russia was there."
England cocked his head. "What did he say?"
Meribell smiled slightly, "He yelled, 'YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP ME IN THE BASMENT OF YOUR HOUSE!!? You've got another thing comin' cause I'm the United Fuckin' States of America and I could escape anytime if I wanted to!!!!' Mr Russia looked very confused."
England shook his head with a small smile on his face, "Trust America to yell something like that, and be able to get away with it." He started up the plane. "Well, looks like I'm off to Russia."
Meribell looked around, "Aren't any other nations coming? Or are they meeting you there?"
England sighed. "They didn't believe me, Meribell. So I'm on my own from this side, but the Baltic's are going to help from the inside."
Meribell nodded. "Then I will stay with you, Mr Kirkland." With that she settled down on his shoulder, looking straight ahead out the window. England opened his mouth to protest but knew it was useless. So he just pushed on the joystick and got ready for takeoff.