Current Day

New York, Drone Cellar

Canada:

I couldn't believe it. After everything,...they found a way to see me. How is that possible?! They weren't able to see me years, months or even weeks ago...but why now? The drones found me hidden in an old apartment and brought me here. This wasn't suppose to happen. Nobody ever sees me...not even the countries...unless...

One of them knew...

Somebody that knew I was the last country alive. Somebody knew that I wasn't perfected like the others. It was told by somebody I never expected...Somebody who remembered who I was...

"Well bonjour, Matthieu." A voice chuckled lowly as the cellar door creaked open and slammed shut.

"Papa?!" I struggled in my chains around my wrists and looked at the man's hard gaze. It was France, the man who raised me as a child. The one who saw me, congratulated me as I grew older and older, but now...

He had become one of them.

His devilish eyes met the gateway to my soul as he slapped me hard in the face. The whack burned my left cheek and I lost making contact with him. I whimpered lowly as the pain slowly died down. Being a country gave me the ability to heal faster than a normal human being would. However, if I was perfected, who knows what else could happen.

"Never. Ever. Call me that." He spat as he adjusted one of his gloves.

Blood trickled from the corner of my lip as I kneeled before him. The pain was gone now but not from the chains I was in. It had been weeks, maybe even days since these shackles have blistered my wrists and ankles. I lowly whispered an apology when he only smacked me again. This time on the other cheek but not as hard.

"Be quiet you, or I'll shoot you like the others."

France was one of the best captains of the drone forces in Europe. He was even one of the strongest on the Allies side. His power, determination, and sacrifice has brought him to who he was now.

Evil, sinister, and controlled, the opposite of who he really is.

The project alone controls your state of mind, both of your memory and abilities of freedom of speech. Under the perfection's transformation...all that I've known for sure, is that you were a slave to it's owner. You were nothing but a controlled animal that listens and obeys to every command.

Before Alfred became one of them, he told me the exact words of the owner himself:

Love it, obey it, live it. Long live the protection project.

Those were the words of the dictator Sam Lee. Oddly enough, he was Chinese but his father was Korean. It didn't make much sense though as the country itself was isolated and it was manageable.

But with his words, it changed the project all together. Nobody but me knows of the secrecy of what Lee really did. Everyone was under his control, including France.

Sometimes, I even fear what the real France was even thinking! I mean, he was my father. He did raise me...

But he wasn't the France I knew...He was perfected...Just like the rest of the world.

"Papa..." That was all I could say. My words were faded after that.

The next thing I knew, he pulled out strange tools. The rest seemed like a blur to me. Little by little, I felt various sharp objects plunge into me from top to bottom. Blood dripped from the tips of my fingers-to the ends of my knees.

The pain never ended. Both physically and emotionally I couldn't withstand it. I just wished any of the screams or any of my prayers have been answered.

My depression, my loneliness, and my cowardliness are all I have left. The world itself alone was cruel and unsettled by terror, destruction, and mind control. No body could even stop it. Not even me.

A sharp twisted knife was plunged into my leg. Pools of blood dripped onto the concrete floors.My screams were empty, my scars were fleshly open. Nothing could ever fix this pain. Nothing wouldn't be the same anymore.

My only hope now is if someone has answered my prayers.

I looked up at Francis, shaking in pain. My wrists were sore, my lower lip was chewed up and cracked, my maple leaf jacket and jeans were torn into bits...basically I just looked like a total mess. I was weak. Hopeless. But all I did was look into his neon blue eyes.

France's eyes slightly faded into his oceanic blue eyes but quickly snapped back into his current state. My eyes widened and his composure was weakening.

This was probably my only chance to escape. This might be it. I just had to break him enough to let me out of here and possibly make this never happen. Make this never existed...and hopefully I will get help to fix this mess...

"Papa? Can you take me to see the Eiffel Tower again?"

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

10 years ago

Somewhere in South Philadelphia..

Jane:

Daddy chuckled lightly and ruffled my hair. He adjusted himself on the corner of the bed while tucking me into sleep. "Alright then, but this time. It's going to be something a little different." He chuckled.

"Oh! Is it going to be something on Great Rome?!" I piped up.

"No, nothing like that."

I pouted and crossed my arms. This was no fun! I loved the ones he told me of how the special talking countries all argued about silly things. It wasn't fair!

"I'm going to tell you a tale that England told me once. I think I still even remember it. Want to hear it?"

I sighed and nodded my head. I cuddled into my bed sheets and laid back in bed. If the story was good or not, it didn't matter though, I was going to fall asleep anyways.

Daddy chuckled and patted my head. "Alright, but close your eyes and imagine it all, okay?"

Once upon a time, there lived a world of disaster on every realm. An evil was brought to the land by a man who loved every perfect.

People were hypnotized and countries were put in a lock down. No body liked this at the time, and meaning no body, there was only one person: a girl.

She was strong and will powered. She held everyone's prayers in their pockets, and she had a sword for protection. She was known as the protector of the world, also known as The White Knight.

And she-

Before I could hear the rest of the story, I fell asleep during my imaginations of the girl. I could still picture her in a white uniform in armor, riding a horse as she saves the day.

Current day:

Unknown Grounds

"J-Jane? Hello? Are you there?!" Whisper shouted a voice.

I groaned and mumbled; shifting to a more comfortable position. I haven't slept in hours since I ran from those drones. More over, the bunny kept waking me up worried if they'll come and get us. I don't know why, since we were really in the middle of nowhere!

"Just...give me five more minutes." I mumbled.

"No! I want you to wake up now! I feel they are coming!" Yelped Flying Mint Bunny.

I sighed and rubbed my aching neck. It was going to be a long night if he was going to keep this up.

Maybe I should have not made him stay awake with all that is happening.

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-I feel so sorry for not posting this sooner! I hope you can forgive me but I wanted to take a bit of time with Canada's part. I don't know if the rest came out okay, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed here! VOTE, COMMENT, and SHARE! :D-