Hetalia Canada x World

Prussia x Canada

A/N- This chapter is an AU Version of the last chapter of Prussia x Canada. This chapter contains violence and rape and if you are not comfortable, please leave immediately. Thank you and enjoy this chapter!

Walking around the store was tiring for Canada. Having to look at every aisle, and walk back to the sma eone you went to like a minute ago because an item America or Prussia wanted was sirring on the shelf. But he shrugged off his annoyance and continued on, grabbing a can of gravy putting it gently into the cart. Looking at a tall shelf, he frowned at the wanted item that seemed to taunt him for being short.

"Oh maple..." Canada whispered, going on his tippie toes to try reaching the items. His middle finger barely grazed upon it. Growling, he shut his eyes closed and tried to relax.

"Need help?" A deep voice asked behind him. Squeaking in surprise and turning aroumd, Canada caught sight of a slightly taller male, deep sun-kissed skin and dark brown eyes that had a playful twinkle in them.

"O-oh! I uh, yes! If it's not a problem of course" Canada spoke, voice soft and quiet. The man smiled down at him and grabbed the box of mashed potatoes, the kind America likes. The man placed it in Canada's cart and turned around, the smile never leaving his face. Concerned and knowing what his papa, England, and America said if he ever encounters a stranger, Canada forced a sweet smile.

"T-thank you. I need to be going now" Canada mumbled, quickly walking away. A breeze surrounded him comfortably and his speed slowed down a notch, hoping no one noticed.

Putting the last bag in his trunk, Canada smiled and pushed the cart with the others, walking back to his car. He was excited to see Prussia again. They did hit it off, like America said. He was kind and sweet, charming and funny, handsome and hot. Blushing at his thoughts, Canada shook his head and unlocked his car door, about to enter when a arm suddenly wrapped around his waist tightly. Gasping, a hand slapped over his mouth and Canada immediately began to fight, his screams and cries muffled. Kicking, he hit his car door and triggered the alarm. Something poked his arm and he felt something enter his system, suddenly making him drowsy. The hand and arm were removed and he was spun around, falling onto a broad chest. The smell of Vodka made him dizzy as he fell into a deep sleep.

Waking up in a dark room wasn't something Canada expected until he remembered what happened...however long ago it was. Moaning out in pain, he tried standing up only to realize he was restrainted to a chair. Eyes widening in fear, Canada began to tug, but to no avail, he only ended up cutting his skin.

"Look who's awake" a deep voice startled him as a dim light was turned off. It was the guy from the store!

"Maple...this is why papa tells me to never talk to strangers!" Canada thought bitterly. The man knelt down and touched his face, making him feel dirty.

"P-please...what do you want?" Canada whimpered, hating how he couldn't and wouldn't yell at this man. It was in his blood to be peaceful, never choose violence.

"I want you, pretty thing" the man muttered, trailing his hand down to Canada's neck and carressing the soft pale skin. Two men walked in and a scent of Vodka made Canada flinch. But the other man made him want to cry.

"L-lars?" Canada whispered, giving his ex boyfriend pleading eyes. But the man simply looked away and grabbed a rope, his grin scaring the maple out of Canada.

"You become with Russia, da," the Vodka smelling man suddenly spoke, a childish yet creepy smile on his calm yet sinister face. Yelping, he felt something sharp and cool rub against his skin. A blade.

"Don't worry Mattie" Netherlands cooed, "we just wanna play a game and then get started with what we orginally wanted"

"A g-game?" Canada mumbled, a cute confused pout on his face.