Canadian Freakshow

Waking up.

"Hey!...HEY!...I think this ones dead.."
"No it's not! It's breathing! Poke it! It'll wake up"
Australia felt something sharp poke his face. His eyes split open and whoever was poking him jumped backwards. "See!? I told you he was alive!" The mystery voices said. His vision was blurry, and he felt like he was seeing things. Everywhere he looked there were huge tall things that never escaped his view. Trees? Was he lost in a forest again?. No. Bars. Iron bars connected to an iron floor. His vision cleared a little more and he could see that the two who had poked him were two children, one of which was holding a branch. Australia lunged at the children, scaring them off to go annoy something else. Where was he? How was he somehow seeing in two directions at once?. Why did his hands feel different. He looked down at his own hands, something was off. Starring at them for a second, he'd realised an extra finger had sprouted on each hand. Well, more of an extra thumb. What the fuck was going on? Was this some kind of weird dream? And where even was he? He took a step back, accidentally stepping on something and tripping, yelping as he went down. Well at least he knew it wasn't a dream. He looked at the thing he'd tripped on, seeing something that looked like a lizards tail. He stood up and followed the tail with his eyes, realising that the tail was in fact, his own.

As he was trying to remember anything, he was distracted by a loud banging noise coming from up ahead. Looking over, there was another cage, with someone banging their head..or..horns, against the bars. Whoever it was they seemed familiar but he couldn't recall how. They had these huge parrot wings that he used to fly tight into the bars to try and get more force. But to no avail. Next to the cage with the angry being, stood a smaller cage, with another winged man. Only this ones wings looked like they'd been plucked. Violently plucked. The plucked man was sitting in the corner of the cage with his head down. Glancing up at random, their face grew from depression to utter shock, looking at Australia. They'd jumped up from the corner of the cage and to the wall of the cage closest to the other, sticking his hands through the bars and waving like a maniac. "AUS! AUS ITS ME! AMERICA!" Australia just backed away from them, confused out of his mind. "Oh shut up would you!? He probably doesn't remember his own name with what the asshole did to him!" The angry being said. "He might! He looked like he recognises you so maybe he's just scared!" America said. "Of course he's fucking scared he just woke up with a tail and four eyes!" They yelled back. "Zealand just-.. go back to ramming against the bars and lemme talk to him" America said. "Fine but I'm gonna do it specifically to annoy you" New Zealand stated, ramming his horns at the bars once more. America looked back at Australia, who was giving him a concerned look.

"Do you remember...anything at all!?" America said. Australia thought for a second in silence before shaking his head no. "Really?...you don't remember picking on me as a kid? Or-or your favourite food? Or noodles!? Please tell me you remember noodles!" America said, starting to panic. "...n..noo..dles...?...who...?" Australia asked. "Damn... he really fucked him up" New Zealand said. "God he doesn't remember the snake...what did the bastard do to him!?" Ame said. "I think he turned him into one" NZ said. "Shut up kiwi" America said. Kiwi just flipped the middle finger up at America before banging his head on the bars again. He kept banging and banging until finally, *bRCKK*
The bars of the cage snapped out of the roof, leaving a space just big enough for kiwi to break through. He squeezed through the broken bars and started sprinting across the field, dodging guests who thought it was only part of the show until someone wearing a staff shirt yelled "IT'S GOTTEN OUT! GET IT!"

New Zealand kept running around, trying to find the exit as his older brother kept yelling for him to fly. The kiwi kept flapping his wings aggressively while jumping, doing nothing but kicking up dust until a net was thrown over his head, getting tangled in his wings causing him to fall backwards "Ow! FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK!" Kiwi yelled. The staff members dragged the man back to the cage, shoving him back into the cage and fixing the bar back into place while the kiwi struggled to break free from the net. "I really gotta teach you to fly" America said. "How do you plan on doing that featherless?!" New Zealand replied. "I still know! I just can't demonstrate" Said America..