Chapter 9: смерть
I should of run away... I should of ignored him... I shouldn't of said yes...
Did I even have a choice back then?...
I would of died... wouldn't I?...
"You'll die out here little one," the voice echoed around him. "It's too cold."
Early 1600s....
The small nation finally fell in the newly blanket of snow. He shook but didn't move, he couldn't even move anymore, he felt too numb. But his small polar bear, just a little smaller then himself, only jumped in front of him and nudged him to come on. The little one couldn't move though, he couldn't even speak anymore. The little bear carefully got to the side of him and tried using his paw to pull the little nation under him, which he managed to do. He could feel his owner shake and shiver but he tried to keep him warm in the only way he could. He looked at his owners face, the little one's lips actually turning blue with his pale face, his light blonde hair covered in snow and even becoming ice. He tried covering the little one from the harsh snow wind, but it won't stop the boy's shivering; there was nothing he could do...
That was when he appeared, his shadow covering them. The little bear looked up and even growled, but that didn't stop the figure from picking the bear up by it's leg and then picking up the small child into his arms. Against the bear's growls, the stranger walked them to someplace a little warmer... and disappeared.
The little nation managed to wake up with his head on his bear's side, using him like a pillow. He rubbed his eyes a bit and sat up off the bear. "K-Kumajirou." he coughed a bit and the bear picked his head up, then got up. The boy coughed a little more as the bear came over and rubbed his head under the boy's chin, then he grabbed onto the boy and began shaking again. He looked around more, curious about why there was no wind anymore, and found they had shelter. He couldn't remembered what happened but he sat there with his little bear, trying to stay as warm as he could.
"You're a country.... aren't you little one?..."
OOO
Canada didn't move from the couch. He had wrapped himself up in a blanket and laid there, not falling asleep, not moving, not talking, just laying there still. Russia looked in at him with a frown on his face, knowing he took it way too far. He didn't mean to, he panicked, but he did hurt Canada, and he really couldn't stand that. "Matthew..." He tried coming in but Canada covered his face with the blanket. "M-Matthew. I'm really sorry I did that." Canada stayed hidden in his blanket. "Matthew I'm sorry. I got carried away.... A-Are you alright?...." Still no answer. Russia frowned more and walked away, leaving him alone.
Canada moved himself and sat up on the couch, then took the blanket off his head. He took his good hand and put it around his throat, just the simple touch hurt. After all, it had actually bruised pretty bad. He looked over at Kumajirou sitting next to him, the bear immediately climbed over and sat on his lap. Canada couldn't even smile at the bear, he hugged onto the bear though and kept him there. "Canda, you okay?" Kumajirou looked up at him but he blankly just stared out, even tightening his grip a bit on the bear. "Canda?" still nothing, it seemed like not one thing would snap him out of his strange daze.
Hours began to pass before Canada actually moved. Russia saw him slowly go up the stairs to his room, the blanket still wrapped around him. Russia opened his mouth to say something but never said a word as the boy went up, then hearing the door gently close. He sighed then scratched the back of his head. "What in the hell am I going to do?..." he whispered to himself. He tried going up the stairs and knocked on the boy's door. It had been long time since he could talk to him, maybe he had calmed down a bit from his fear. "Matthew. Can I come in?" there wasn't a single sound back, not his voice, not movement, nothing. Russia frowned again. He walked away to his room and stayed there for the night.
The next morning he tried once again. He knocked gently on the door, "Matthew?" he called out with still no answer back. He gulped a bit and began to walk away again but paused and came back, grabbing onto the knob and gently opening it. He peeked in slowly and looked for the boy. "Canada..." he frowned again once he saw the boy. Kumajirou sat by him but still not close enough as the boy laid on the bed, curled up in a ball with his knees to his chest. Russia came in a little more, he felt worse and worse as did, seeing the boy's eyes blank and tired, circles under them, and just how pale he was. Russia sat down on the side of the bed, against the bear's growling at him, and tried to touch the boy's shoulder. "Matthew." he managed to put his hand down on his shoulder.
Canada gulped and his eyes twitched a bit but let Russia touch him. "Canada... I'm really sorry. I didn't-," he paused with the feeling of the boy shaking, his heart dropped for once. "Can-"
"How many people..." Canada finally spoke, his voice scratchy and tired, but still spoken.
"How many people what?" Russia bent over a bit toward him, he couldn't hear the boy's low voice.
"How many people... have seen those eyes?..." Canada shook a little more. Russia paused and stared blankly at him. Flashbacks seemed to flash in Canada's head, those murderous eyes, they scared him to death.
"W-What do you mean?..." Russia gulped. "Are you asking... How many people-"
"How many people did you kill?..." Canada didn't move his eyes away from his blank stare out across the room. But Russia, Russia shook a bit, gulped, and looked away. "Canada I-"
"How many Russia?..."
Russia gulped again and kept his eyes away from the boy. "More than you could imagine." he flinched a bit with the words. "Matthew... I...-" he stopped. "I'm sorry..."
"Did they all deserve it?..."
"...Nyet... None of them deserved it..." Russia finally looked toward him. "And I wish I could take it back. But I can't... I couldn't even control myself..." he looked down. "I couldn't even control myself when I hurt you..."
"You just can't control it... huh?...." Canada finally moved himself and sat up in the bed, keeping his knees to his chest still.
"I'm sorry Canada..." Russia tried grabbing onto the boy's hand, Canada barely letting him. "I-I just panicked, I-"
"Guess how many people I've killed Russia?" his blank stare came back.
"W-What?..." Russia looked at him surprised, he gulped. "Matthew, what are you... talking about?..."
"I've killed people too... all of them were controlled... all of them didn't deserve it... or did they?" he shrugged. "I can't ask them now."
"C-Canada what are you-"
"No one deserves to die..."
"C-Can,"
"Russia," Canada looked toward him. "General Winter saved my life." Russia's mouth started to fall open until he stopped himself. But he looked at the boy surprised, concerned, curious, all different thoughts flooded in his head about the boy's statement. "You think of him as evil, I do too. But he's the reason I'm even have a life..."
OOO
The little nation climbed through the snow once again, this time in the day light. Kumajirou followed close behind him, watching his owner struggle through the deep blanket of cold. But Canada continued to climb through, panting even. Kumajirou sniffed toward him, seeing if he was okay through his only communication he knew. Canada tried to smile at the little bear, showing nothing was wrong, but he shivered and struggled to walk, his legs felt too cold and weak to even stand; he quickly fell once again into the blanket. Kumajirou whimpered a bit, then ran in front of him to check on him. Canada shook but looked up at the bear with no worried face.
Animal instincts kicked in a bit, Kumajirou acted like he was taking care of a cub when he himself was still just a cub. He made his way close in front of the boy as he got up. Kumajirou hinted for him to get on his back, which Canada tried not to take but Kumajirou made him. He took him on his back and carried the little boy as far as he could. Kumajirou could feel the little nation slowly slipping off, slowly falling asleep. He finally settled down under any kind of shelter he could find in the barren area. He settled under a tree and placed the nation down, then began digging out some of the snow by the tree. The little bear looked back at his owner every few seconds only to find him falling asleep and shivering. He dug faster until he hit the ground, then cleared it out a bit and looked back at Canada; now he was out. Kumajirou whimpered and jumped over to him. Getting a good bite on the back of his shirt, Kumajirou pulled the little one onto the grass and snuggled him the best he could.
Canada slowly opened his blank and pale colored eyes, the cold felt like it smacked him in the face when he finally came to. He shivered again and snuggled into the bear's fur, barely able to feel his body anymore. His lips were blue, his skin pale enough to blend in with all the snow, he kept his hands covered the best he could but he couldn't even feel them anymore. Kumajirou tried his best to keep the little one warm but nothing seemed to work. His panting became heavier and harder as he began to close his eyes again, Kumajirou moved himself a bit and tired to keep him awake but it seemed like he was just too tired.
"It hurts..." Canada chocked out, he slowly moved his cold hand to his throat and tried taking deep breathes, he could barely breathe anymore, his chest ached, he felt too tired to stay awake anymore. He started fading in and out of consciousness, nothing made a sound, there was nothing to feel anymore, it felt like the end.
That's when he heard it.
The voice sent shivers down his spine, "Are you lost little one?" Canada opened his heavy eyes to the dark, hazy figure standing there. He could barely see him, the dark figure flowing in the wind, but he knew there was something odd about him. He saw the figure getting closer, Kumajirou only growled at him.
"W-Who are you?..." Canada chocked out. The figure didn't move or talk, he simply stood there in silence. Kumajirou became more protective as the figure's crimson eyes glowed and he spoke.
"Little one, you're a country aren't you?" "W-Who...are you?..."
"You'll freeze to death out here little one." the voice became more serious than any kind of friendly . "Come with me, yes?" Canada blankly stared at the figure. Slowly, the figure reached his shackle chained hand down to the boy as Canada tried standing up. He put two finger tips to the boy's chest, "You don't want to die... do you?" Canada's eyes widen with fear, he could finally see the dark face. He saw a pale man, his cold skin a mixture of peach, white, even grey and blue. His dark grey hair seemed to cover a bit over one of his eyes. But his eyes, those were the things that scared him the most. They glowed like the violet eyes of a monster ready to take it's prey and devourer it. "I'll help you little one. With me, you'll never be left alone in the cold, you'll be strong."
"I.."
"Come with me..." He moved his hand away from the boy's chest and held it out, waiting for the boy to grab on. "Join me."
OOO
"I shouldn't of done it!" Canada cried. "I should of never taken his hand! I was a fool! An idiot! How stupid could I have been! ?" he cried out as Russia sat there, taking every bit of information in. "I was just afraid... I didn't know what to do... I was so cold... I was dying! I didn't want to disappear so soon!" he cried out and sobbed uncontrollably, Russia trying to put his hand on the boy's shoulder, do something, to calm the boy down.
"C-Canada," He moved himself closer to the boy and grabbed onto him. "It's okay Canada, its okay." he slowly brought the boy close to him and hugged onto him. "It's not your fault, understand?" Canada kept his head to Russia's chest and continued to sob as Russia rubbed his back and hushed him. It seemed like nothing would help though, he continued to wail like a small child against all of Russia's help.
Russia only felt guilty now, all this because he had to question it, because he had lost his temper, his control. He sat the boy down for a minute and left him, going into his bathroom and grabbing something that would help. He came back with a glass of water for the boy and gave it to him, "Drink it. Calm down and drink it." Canada sniffled a bit, shivered, and still let tears run down his face. But he managed to drink the glass fully. Russia took it away, placed it on the nightstand, and hugged onto Canada again. He could still hear the boy's whimpering and sniffling for a few more minutes until it all died down.
Kumajirou looked over from his spot on the bed and toward them. "What did you do to him?" Russia gently laid the boy down, seeing how he was fast asleep now, then looked over to Russia. "I gave him something to calm his mind." Russia covered the boy with a blanket. "He was losing it." he looked away from the boy. "It's just too much for him." he frowned and looked back, then grabbed onto the boy's cold hand. "He was tricked... just like me..." he grabbed on tighter and glared out the window at the white blanket of snow, with all hatred her had.
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Thanks for reading
yuppers. So that's pretty much Canada's connection, at least in my view. He joined with General Winter and stuff, there's probably gonna be more of that. But yeah he told Russia hiss entire connection and lost it because he's afraid of what he did (Winter also torture him). Russia wanted him to calm down and crushed some pills into a cup of water and gave it to him, it knocked him out. So Canada should stay pretty calm for now. I like to just kill my fav character's mental states ^^' its such a problem O.o
Russian Translation:
Смерть: Death