Sickness - Part Three [[APH FanFic]]

The five nations stood like that for around half an hour, most crying. America had begun to calm down, but refused to leave Iggy, much to the Englishman's content. After ten more minutes Germany cleared his throat, all eyes were drawn to him. "There is nothing ve can do," he said, "So let all get some rest, and see how he is in the morning," he suggested, earning approval from everybody. They were all tired.

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Where am I..? Canada thought weakly, unable to move at all without feeling pain. He felt terrible. His head hurt, he could hardly breathe, and it was extremely, uncomfortably hot. The room he was in was dark, and he could barely hear the sound of a light beep, beep, beep beside him. The.. Hospital..? he thought, then beginning to feel the tubes all around his body. He sighed, then shut his eyes tightly as a light came on. After a few moments he opened them, now narrowed, again.

"Ahh. Matthew, glad to see you're awake!" the man whispered, coming over and kneeling beside him. Matthew just stared at him, unable to speak. He seemed to get the message. "You've been out for the past day. You nearly died," he explained, causing Matthew's heart to speed up. "Your brother and some friends are very worried about you, so you have to get better, da?" he asked. Matthew opened his mouth quietly,

"Are.. you.. Russian..,?" he whispered hoarsely. He nodded softly, Canada, being in his weak form, was unable to detect that his voice should be familiar.

"You'll need surgery, da?" the man explained, Matthew nodded. "It will take place tomorrow morning, either am sharp!" he chuckled, causing Matthew to shiver. "I'll be your surgeon," he added, smiling. Matthew nodded and smiled weakly back at him. "Goodnight Matthew..," he whispered, then exited.

"Don't let the Ivan's bite..,"

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Ivan stepped out of the door, shutting it tightly as he grinned creepily, his purple aura over him. "Soon that land will be mine..," he whispered, "Soon that weak Canada will be dead, da?" he smiled, walking down the hall slowly. He had worked for years undercover here and also in that secret lab to earn both of their trusts. Then he had stolen that vicious disease, bringing the Canadian here. Everything was working out perfectly. He walked to a room, opening the door and peering in, smiling at the blood on the walls and the barely breathing body on the bed. The body shivered when it felt Russia's evil aura. Russia grabbed a mop and cleaned up the room and the boy, who would now most likely die, though bandaged. This boy had been his test subject, and Russia was quite surprised he had lasted this long. He chuckled his 'kolkolkolkol' before leaving the boy on the bed to die, and walking towards the surgery room, going to prepare for the day he had waited years for.

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The others all awoke from a restless sleep the next morning, at around six in the morning. Italy, Germany, and Japan were all the first to awaken, America, as always, being the last. Despite the sleep, they all looked drained, both physically and mentally. It was true, as well. The hospital wasn't open for visitors for another three hours. Three. Hours. Nine am. America sighed, leaning back into his own chair now. England was staring at him worriedly, but something else was behind it. America wheeled his chair over to the Englishman, grabbing his hand and letting England's head rest on his shoulder. England was blushing now, and France was winking at him. "Stupid Frog..," he muttered, though a small smile was playing on his lips.

Germany and Italy had somehow joined together during the night, Italy clinging to Germany. Germany had awaken first and stared at the Italian, who he drew into his lap and hugged. He could have sworn he saw blood running from France's chin. A quick glare solved it, though.

That had left Prussia, France, and Japan alone. Each went to different areas of the room. Both to avoid getting slept with.

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It was eight now and Ivan had come back, wearing a teal surgeon outfit. He smiled at Canada, who was awake and grabbed the ends of his bed, pushing it away and down the hall quickly. He entered the room and lifted the light Nation onto another bed gently, removing the oxygen mask. "Are you ready..?" he whispered, sending chills up Canada's spine.

"Aren't you going to give me the oxygen mask..? Or put me to sleep..?"

"Nah, that would ruin the fun, da?" Russia chuckled, followed by a low 'kolkolkolkol'. Canada stiffened and tried to get away. Russia chuckled and walked over, pressing a button. Metal cuffs appeared around Canada's neck, legs, and arms. Canada began to shake. Ivan then drew a rusty, blood coated knife. "So, you ready?" he breathed, taping the Canadians mouth shut. "You are? Good..," he chuckled. He took Canada's shirt of and lowered the knife towards the Canadians flesh and drew two straight lines under his ribcage, then followed them down his stomach and to his pelvis. Canada was trembling in fear and pain now. Russia then grabbed the Canadian's hair, pulling it harshly, causing a muffled scream to be heard. He laughed. He then raised a fist and punched the Canadian in the face, shattering one of his glasses lens. He walked to a table, grabbing his pipe and walking back. He began to beat the Canadian mercilessly, and the Canadian black out several times. Half an hour later, he finished. It was eight forty-five now. His brother and his friends would be here soon. Slowly, he took a blanket and covered Canada's body, placing the mask over his mouth and began walking him back to his room. No doctors were in sight, good. He slid the Canadian into his room and pulled the mask off, a smile playing on his lips. "Feeling better, da?" he whispered, before leaving the room and locking the door tightly, walking down the hall and to the surgery room. Soon he would have it. Soon his power would grow!