…Act 1: Captured…

If you can accept losing, you can't win.

Vince Lombardi

…Part 1 Invasion…

Breaking news!

America sighed, tiredly. Was it really news anymore, let alone 'breaking'?

The Russian troops have further advanced their forces into Canada, and are clearly setting their sights on the capital, Ottawa.

That had his attention, though America really wasn't to be surprised to be honest. Russia had gone against the normal 'World War' tactic of starting the invasion with the nations nearest to him, instead, the Russian had chosen to begin his assault on the America's, namely North America.

After the siege of Mexico and South America, the Russian forces had turned their attacks on to our nation and the Canadian front. Currently, the Russian's have taken control of most of northern Canada, and they have taken Hawaii and Alaska.

America couldn't help but run a hand over his arm and shoulder. It still ached badly, as he felt like it was on fire. America still had his hands, but moving his left arm itself caused so much intense pain, his boss himself was making America move as little as possible.

Wait- I'm getting reports that the enemy forces have begun a brutal attack on Ottawa. Our sources are telling us that there is little hope of a Canadian victory.

The nation bit his lip. Poor Canada… why would Russia go after him? America sighed and looked at his hand. Russia was going down for what he did to America's brother. No one messes with North America.

We're getting word that it is the Estonian army, under Russian control, is the army attacking the capital.

Hm… America paused, If it's Estonia Canada's up against, then the other Baltic's need to be nearby. I know that Latvia was in Mexico, so that leaves Lithuania. Poor guy, none of those three want to do what Russia is making them do, but what choose do they have? If they disobey, their doomed to the fate of total control, like it seemed Canada was under at that moment. Capture hurt a lot, as America understood, it was supposed to feel like being ripped in two, or having your head crushed against a rock and a hard place.

The American's heart faltered a little at what his twin must be feeling right now; it horrified him how he could actually imagine the quiet Canadian screaming and begging for mercy from his captors as they dragged him off to who knows where. But, he couldn't allow himself to hesitate long. More lives were at stake than just his brother's.

America was currently with the president and his family, as well as several fairly burly, serious CIA agents, in a secret underground bunker.

Frankly, it had to be serious if America himself was forced in to the same bunker as the president. Even during the most disastrous times, the nation always managed to get out of what he called self-imprisonment easily, but this time, they actually had him dragged in to the small room by very big men. Hell, they even had him drugged.

He didn't have any hard feelings, America's boss was just doing the best for his nation; after all, the president wasn't in any danger, it was America that needed protection.

Russia seemed to enjoy taking trophies of his victory, mainly in the form of personifications. Thankfully, France and Britain reacted quickly and were able to evacuate most country's away from the Russian invasion and Turkey managed to get some as well (he would never admit he actually was a little worried about Greece), but they were unable to save some. As far as America knew, almost ever European nation, except for Belgium who somehow managed to remain neutral despite Netherlands being invaded, had some part of it taken over.

But, sadly, no one thought Russia would send troops directly over to the Americas. Because of it, South America, Africa, and Mexico barely stood a chance and they were all now 'one with Mother Russia'. Thankfully, Russia was allowing the personations of the captured nations to stay in their homes, but they were made servants to his generals and underlings, but at least they weren't hurt that much. Sadly, Russia had declared earlier that such measures with the rest of the nations would not be taken, as they had no plans to place any major leaders in North America or the remainder of Europe and Asia. Instead Russia wished to gain them as something like colonies (god he did not want to be a colony again…) and he was gathering the rest in Moscow, where they are being 'educated' on their place in the Russian empire, and their people were all herded off to other already occupied countries or were governed by a nearby nation. Either way, the life of Russia's occupied countries was a truly horroible thing.

Just as America's brother would soon be learning.

We are receiving information that Ottawa invasion has just ceased, but it is not clear who the victor is.

"Mr. America?" he turned away from the TV screen as felt a small tug on his sleeve, "Why are you crying?"

The nation smiled as he wiped his eyes and looked down to the president's youngest son, "It's nothing, bud. Don't worry, everything will be alright."

The boy smiled and climbed back into his mother's lap. America sighed as she lifted him up into her arms and rocked him. The eldest son stood on the side, quiet as normal, watching his family. The president of the United States sat beside them on the couch, with a hand on his wife's back.

"He's right," the president smiled, "Everything is going to be fine."

America turned back to the TV, knowing what his boss assured was directed towards him instead of the first family. He and his entire nation, as well as the first family, knew exactly what was going to happen the second Canada was under Russian control. Regardless of how much he didn't want to think about it, but they were next.

Wait, word from the Canadian government is coming in that…

America held his breath.

Canada has surrendered to the Russian forces. I repeat, we have lost Canada.

The nations barely even felt himself fall back into his seat. America bit his lip and shakily pushed his glasses back on his face.

"America?" he felt a hand on his shoulder, "You're going to be okay, alright."

The blonde nation turned again to be met by his president gently squeezing his shoulder reassuringly, "Even if we are invaded, I won't let them win. In the end, we will have success."

America smiled sadly, "I hope your right boss. For everyone's sake, we have to win."

"Agreed," the president agreed.

The nation and his leader stood still for a moment, "They won't waste anytime attacking me, you know that right?"

The president nodded, "I know, we're ready to defend you at all costs-"

"No," America shook his head, "Surrender."

"What?" his boss step back wide eyed, "Are you insane? Their weakened, we'll have a much better chance!"

"No we won't," the nation sighed, "I've been here a while, I know what will happen," he smiled, "I'm no idiot, it's just easier to be that way, Mr. President. Over the course of my life, I've attended Harvard, Stanford, Yale, and several other colleges respectively. I've seen almost every national crisis in its fullness as long as I have existed. I may not be the smartest country in the world, but I can say I'm on the list at least.

"I know Russia well, he doesn't stop," the nation went on, "The second he gets Canada under his control out right, Russia is gonna be right on our asses. As you know, he sent the Baltics over here to capture us, my guess is Lithuania is coming after us, as they haven't used them yet. Even though they are rather… small, with Russia's forces mixed in with theirs, they stand a fairly good chance. Since we are weakened by the attacks on Hawaii and Alaska, they'd slaughter us," America sighed and put a hand to his forehead, "I don't want more soldiers dead, ours our otherwise."

The president sighed and took his countries hand, "When I took this job, I never really understood just how powerful our spirit was, but now I see," he laughed and clapped his nation on the back, "America, you got balls."

"Honey!" the first lady growled, "The kids!"

"Sorry, sweetie," he shrugged, "I'm trying to give our nation a positive speech as his impending doom approaches."

She rolled her eyes, "Still, tone it down."

The nation laughed, but the moment was short lived as an intense pain reached his head, "Argh!"

The armed guards quickly made to go to him, but the TV interrupted.

Wait! W-We just received news that enemy troops are already advancing quickly over the border, and into American land.

The president's youngest son started to cry at all the sudden noise, and he wouldn't stop even with his mother's shushing.

We are awaiting word from the President on what will happen next.

"Do it," America whispered, "Please, surrender."

He hesitated, but he understood. The nation was right; they needed to save lives.

"Alright," he sighed, "How exactly do we go about doing this? I don't we've ever done something like this before."

The nation laughed, though he quickly grabbed his head in pain, "Yeah, I can't remember it happening either. But you need to officially announce it to the media, and I'm sure your advisors can explain the technical stuff," he muffled a scream of pain then went on, "I need to give my self up to Russia's troops."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

The nation chuckled, "Yes, but I have a request."

His leader nodded, "Of course."

"Take our missiles somewhere they can't damage anything, and blow them up while I'm turning my in."

The president sighed, "Why?"

"W-We can't give them any more strength," America gritted his teeth.

"Right," he nodded, "I'll do that, America, don't worry."

The nation struggled to his feet and looked to the door, "Can I ask o-one more thing? It's a bit more personal."

"What?" the president asked.

America took off his jacket with pain and tossed it to him, "Can you take that to… to my b-brother if you see him?"

"Brother?" he questioned, confused.

The nation laughed, "Don't tell him, but the personification of B-Britain. H-He's gonna be w-worried beyond his wits when he hears, even if he's gonna deny it," America smiled, "Can you do that much?"

The president nodded, "Sure, just stay safe."

America laughed and waved off the guards, who all just let him out. The nation just walked straight out, all of the guards well aware of the situation. As he passed, some of the men patted him on the back, a few were actually crying, and even more saluted him. When he reached the exit, he slowly opened the door with pain, as his arm still ached from losing his states, America was greeted by a familiar face.

"Hello, Lithuania," he struggled to smile, "You look well."

The other nation sighed, "Your surrendering then? So soon?"

"I don't wanna lose to many lives," the blonde chuckled, "Lost too many already."

Lithuania smiled and put out a hand to him, "Come on, I can't say this is going to get easier, but at least I can get you to your brother."

America took the hand as a large army van drove up, bearing the Russian flag, "So this is it," he laughed, "Never thought I'd bring myself down this low."

"Listen," he said as he led the other nation to the back of the van, "I need to explain some things to you quickly, we don't have much time. Are you listening?" America nodded, "Good, Russia has come up with some rules for his captured nations, I-I don't understand them, but I need to enforce them. You can't refer to yourself or any other captured nations as nations, you need to use a human name. As far as I know, Russia doesn't care what name you call yourself, you just can't call yourself America."

The American scoffed, "That makes no sense, but okay." Some soldiers quickly came out of the van. They started to search the American nation, quickly stripping him of his many, many guns, knives, and such weapons, as well as his shoes, tie, dress shirt, and belt, leaving him in his pants and his under shirt.

"The rest is just the normal stuff," Lithuania pressed on, ignoring the soldiers, "Just don't argue and you should be safe from Russia, okay?"

The blonde nation nodded awkwardly as Lithuania opened the back of the van, "Good, but, please be safe."

"Course!" America struggled to laugh as a soldier grabbed his bad arm and was forcing him in the back, "How can I not, I am the hero~"

Lithuania laughed as he was shoved in the van, "Of course, Mr. America. I hope you are."

…Part 2: Reunion…

"Give up trying to make me give up"

― Masashi Kishimoto

…

The blonde nation landed on his face in the van, "Ow…" he whined, "Okay, that hurt…"

"A-Are you okay?" a quiet, pained voice whispered.

America looked up towards the voice, "C-Canada, bro?"

The northern nation flinched at his name, "Y-Yeah…"

America quickly leaped to his feet and examined his twin as the van went into motion. Canada wasn't much better off than America, if not worse. It looked like his right arm was broken and he had plenty of scars all over him. America quickly stripped off his undershirt and fashioned a makeshift sling for his arm, "Woah, dude, what happened?"

The Canadian shrugged uncomfortably, "I-It's no big deal. One of the soldiers got me in the arm when I fought back before we surrendered."

His brother smiled, "That's amazing bro! I can't believe that!"

"It's not that cool," Canada chuckled as he fixed his arm in the sling, noticing how the fabric seemed to smell of cheese burgers and greese, though he made no comment, "Did Lithuania tell you what Russia's making the nations do?"

America nodded, "I can't understand why he wants us to change our names, but it isn't like we have a choice."

"Yeah," the Canadian said, "How do we do this?"

"Picking names?" his brother questioned as he sat beside Canada and put an arm around his shoulders.

"It can't be that hard," Canada mused, "I-I mean, humans do it all the time."

America laughed quietly, "Yeah, bro, but don't humans name their kids, not themselves?"

"Hm, your right," the other nation said, "Since we really have no choice, why don't we name each other."

The van then hit a large bump, sending both to the ground. America moved quickly so that his twin wouldn't land on his broken arm, rather finding it better for him to land on America, "You okay?" he asked, helping the other up.

"Uh huh," Canada rubbed his bad arm gently as he sat down again, "Anyway, I-I don't wanna forget anything that happened outside of where we're going, so I think our names should be reminiscent of our pasts."

"I agree!" America smiled, "I think you should be… Mattieu. That's French right?" Canada nodded, "Then Mattie it is!"

'Mattie' sweatdropped, "Well then, if you want to do it that way, then you're Alfred."

"Why," 'Alfred' asked, confused.

"Cause it's the first English name I can think of," Mattieu smiled, painfully.

The American didn't argue, but it was clear that he was unhappy, "Fine, bro. But know I'm only agreeing cause heroes don't argue with the wounded."

The Canadian couldn't help but laugh at his twins moping, "Think about like this," he said, "Maybe this way, if we're captured for a long amount of time, it's a way to remember them."

"Yeah," Alfred sighed, "But eyebrows like that are hard to forget."

"And no one can forget that laughed," Matt smiled, "Honhonhon~!"

Alfred laughed sadly, "You sound just like him."

He smiled as they hit another bump. This time, they were a little more prepared and they managed to stay on the seat.

"Do you think we're going to be okay?" Alfred questioned, almost fearfully.

Mattie smiled, "I think so. It's not like these odds have brought us down before. We just need to endure."

"And one other thing," Alfred smiled.

"What?"

"We pray those idiots can save our asses."

Hi, there! I'm Danelle Septhon. I want to make this a good fic (but I get easily distracted so I may need a few reminders that this exisits)

so I plan to make this the only author's note.

I want to make myself clear on the pairings cause I'm not doing this again. I have SET pairings that I am not changing. Here is what will be included on purpose (I can't control how fangirls twist stories around:

Hungary/Austria

PruCan

FrUk

America/Belarus (maybe, I don't know on that one but if it is, it will only be a little)

A little later Forced! OneSided! RusAme

EDIT: Sorry, I forgot to mention that there is ChinaXRussia too XD

Anything else is pure, unadulterated brotherly or sisterly love. No arguments, sorry. This is a torture fic, so expect the worst. I don't want to make this a death fic, but there will be some small character death.

I realize my story is probably crap, but I liked the idea, and I had to write it XD Hope you all enjoy!