Canadian Freakshow

Mother

"Do you even have a plan to get them out of here?!" Said Russia. "I....no I don't...I was gonna wing it!" Said PNG. Russia face palmed, this was going to be harder than he thought. "If we plan on getting them out, then we need a plan. I say we don't stay here and risk getting caught" Said Russia. "Right...so..what's the plan again?" Said PNG. "The plan is we leave and figure it out when we're safe!" Russia said, starting to head towards the exit. "Oh...well..bye guys I guess were off to go save your asses" Papua said, following the Russian. "Oh this should be good" Said America. "Oh shush they're trying to help!" Said Zealand. "Yeah yeah I know" Said America. The brothers soon all fell asleep, and woke up to the same thing they did the day before. Children poking them, talking to them, trying to feed them popcorn through the bars. Probably the most substantial meal they get. At some point, a child tried to grab America's blanket and take it for himself, only to get a bear claw to the face. Nobody touches his blankey. The child of course ran off crying while America sat there, clutching the blanket as close as possible.

Night soon came and this time, the workers took all three of them out for the show. As they walked in, the stage lights around the main tent almost blinded them. They were all shoved into a chain link cage as Canada stood in front of them, giving the whole'Ladies and gentlemen' speech. America just stood there, looking bored as all hell,while the twins kept looking around at the audience. New Zealand barely appeared in any shows unless he'd had a tranquilliser dart shot at him seeing as he had a bad habit of breaking through the fences, but Canada thought having his twin brother there would keep him calm. And as you would imagine, it did not. As the crowd grew louder, Kiwi grew more agitated until the rattling of the French echoed through the tent as he bashed his head against one of the poles holding the fence up. America quickly jumped to pull him away seeing as he didn't want any of them ending up with a dart shot at them. NZ struggled to break free from America's grip, full on biting his arm with as much force as possible. America snatched his arm away before loosing it, letting NZ to run at the fence pole a second time, almost knocking it out of the ground. The crowd grew shocked at the sight of the fence nearly toppling over as Canada began to silently panic. "Uh...heh..No worries folks! Guess they had a little surprise skit that I wasn't prepared for" He said. As he was talking, NZ managed to kick the pole all the way down, allowing them to run free.

"GO TO THE CROWD! THEY WON'T BE ABLE TO SHOOT US THERE!" NZ shouted, running towards the stand. The other two quickly followed after him, knocking Canada over as they went The crowd started screaming, quickly parting away as they ran through the stands. Before they knew it, they were the only ones on the stands, right in the range of any workers with tranq guns. "NICE GOING KIWI!" America yelled. "SHUT UP I'M ACTUALLY TRYING TO HELP YOU IDIOTS!" Kiwi yelled back. The two kept yelling at eachother before a dart zoomed past their heads, missing by an inch. "...Uh oh" Said America. The two of them started running along the stands, trying to escape the darts before something reached out from under a stand and pulled the both of them into the space behind the bleachers. Australia had gone under there to hide while the two of them were arguing for the 30th time today, All he did was give them a tired looking expression "Uh...sorry..got carried away" Said America. "Dumb-a-ass" Australia said. The three of them climbed underneath the tents curtains, ending them up in the field. What they didn't know, was that every worker on duty was looking for them. Including the ones surrounding the tent. The brothers attempted to make a getaway, only to have a net thrown over the three of them, along with having tranq darts shot into them, making them easier to drag away.

(Now here's where it gets sad :D)

An hour or two had past and France had come back to greet them, carrying a shopping bag full of each of the brothers favourite foods. Although when she came across the cages, she almost dropped the bag in shock. All of them had been chained up to prevent any of them from moving, having their hands bound behind their backs with cuffs around their legs, chained up to the bars of the cage. NZ had a piece of cloth tied around his eyes to prevent him from getting triggered and ramming the wall while Australia had a cloth around his mouth to prevent him from spitting at people. "Oh dear...Sons what happened!?" France said, looking at all of them in concern. America just looked at her, he wanted to tell her what happened before his face grew to shock, looking at who'd stepped behind the French. France glanced behind her before turning around to face them. "Come to visit have we mother?" Canada said. "You have no right to call me that!" Said France. "Oh so I was right, you do pick favourites" Said Canada. "I do when the man I raised becomes a torturous maniac" Said France. "RAISED?! You did not raise me! I was never treated the way they were! You and dad treated me like a carpet!" Said Canada "Your father never let me treat you the way I wanted to! But I always tried!" Said France. "YOU NEVER TRIED!" Canada yelled. "HEY! LAY OFF ASSHOLE! NONE OF US WERE TREATED LIKE KINGS! NOT JUST YOU!" America yelled. "BUT YOU THREE WERE ALWAYS TREATED BETTER! I HAD TO SLEEP IN THE ATTIC! WHEN I WAS SICK I WAS TOLD TO WALK IT OFF! I HAD TO COOK MY OWN FOOD! YOU ASSHOLES NEVER HAD TO DO ANY OF THAT!" Canada yelled. His hand had already taken the knife out of his cane, gripping onto it.

"I had to fight just to let your brothers play outside! I thought you'd be responsible enough to understand that!" France said. "I WAS A FUCKING CHILD!! YOU DIDN'T THINK TO FIGHT FOR ME TOO!?" Canada yelled. "Of course I did! Your father would have made you sleep on the couch half the time if I wasn't there!" Said France. "ID TAKE THE COUCH ANY DAY OVER THE ATTIC!" Said Canada "Canada. I tried helping you throughout your childhood. I tried raising you to be a decent man..obviously I've failed at that"  France said. Canada's face grew red. His grip on the knife tightened. Before anyone could stop him, he plunged the knife right through Frances chest. France screamed, holding her hand over the wound. "MOM!!" America shouted. France held herself up on the bars of his cage. He got as close to his mother as possible without the chains pulling him backwards. The other two brothers were just helplessly watching, hoping this was some kind of sick joke. France was wheezing at this point, struggling to keep her eyes open. "Mom! Mom get outta here you gotta find a hospital or something!" Said America. "I can't...running would be a death sentence like this..." Said France. "Please! You gotta get help! We need you alive!" Said America. His eyes had started filling with tears, trying to hide them but failing. "You three will...be fine..without me...just..don't stop trying to...escape" Said France. Her hold on the cage started to loosen as her coat was beginning to become stained with blood. "I love you children.." France said, slipping out of consciousness. She'd fallen to the ground, her arm loosely stayed up along the cage. America stayed silent, watching his mother become a memory.

cry about it))