Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

15 - Crazy 🇨🇦 ☭

Unstable!Canada x Soviet
Requested by XxYoushyxX

Canada rocked side to side, a smile on his face and his eyes wide. His arms were strapped to him in a straight jacket, so it looked like he was hugging himself. His legs were strapped to an uncomfortable bench in the middle of the padded room. He giggled from time to time, out of the blue. The walls were plain white and so was the floor. And bed. And his jacket. And his pants. And shoes. The only thing of colour was his face, which he couldn't see. He could see his hair, that was red.

He tried to pull the the jacked again, giggling slightly. No avail.

"Hello!" He called, his voice echoing in his ears. "Where am I?"

He had been asking that question for a long time. He couldn't tell how long, but long.

"Where are the people in the white coats?"

They usually came about this time.

"Or the person who makes me hurt! With the pokey thing!"

The injections.

Canada's POV

Then, the door opened.

This time, is wasn't a person in a white coat. He was wearing a dark colour. His face was the same colour as my hair!

"Are you here to poke me with the thing!" I asked, a weird feeling crawling through me.

I didn't like this feeling.

"What?" They asked in a deep voice. "I'm here to free you all."

I tugged at my restraints more, "I can't be free! They won't let me!"

I giggled again as the coat wouldn't undo. I tried to kick my legs, but they were still strapped down. I tried to look down at my legs, but the thing around my neck choked me.

"What are you waiting for?" A different voice asked harshly.

"This one's crazier than the rest. He can't go," the deep-voiced one said.

The new one growled, "Soviet, we're here to take them to America for proper help and not a fake prescription."

The one with the deep voice sighed, "you're right." He came over and started unbuckling my legs. He undid the one around my neck and helped me stand up.

Just then, I swiftly kicked him and ran. I didn't know where, but somewhere.
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Canada woke up, feeling himself in a different position than sitting. His straight jacket was still on, tightly done up. He sat up, looking around. New colours!

"Is there anyone here now?" He called. "Please!" He giggled when no one answered. "How stupid am I to think that?"

Very stupid.

Uh huh

The voices chanted in his mind.

"Be quiet," Canada said, standing up fully of his shaking legs.

You can't even walk!

Canada stumbled to the door, looking at the handle. How the hell would he open it? He bent down and bit at it, opening it after a long minute. He peeked into the hallway and found no one. He kept walking until he got to a place with lots of people.

They looked different than the people in the white coats. They had all different coloured faces and clothes and voices.

Canada walked in, paying no mind to how the whole room quieted. He walked around the room, gazing at each of the people. They all looked...

Scared.

"This," one country said. "Is the rescue from the insane asylum."

Canada kept looking at each country until he came across the one from the white room.

"You... save me?" Canada asked, looking up at the person.

The person looked down at him, "da. (Yes.)"

"Da..." Canada said slowly, tasting the word. "Why you save... me? Said I 'too crazy'."

The person knelt down, "I didn't mean it, little one."

"Little... one?" Canada asked. "Me? Little one?"

"Da."

Canada pulled at the jacket again, giggling when it didn't work.

"Let me help," the tall one said, turning Canada around to unbuckle the jacket.

Once it was undone, Canada reached his arms forward. The sleeves of the jacket stretched far from his hands, dangling with belts at the end.

Colour?

Canada pulled off the jacket and looked at himself again.

Red!

And... purple? And blue?

"What this?" Canada asked, turning to Soviet. He was pointing at the bruises scattered on his chest.

"Those are bruises," Soviet said calmly. "They happen when someone hurts you."

Canada winced, "they hurt I... bunch of times."

"We'll keep you safe, little one, I promise."

"That's what she said... before left me at scary place."

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