A/N: Things are going to get wayyyy darker from here. Just a heads up.

Canada's POV:

A gun was hidden under my coat, along with a water bottle filled with gasoline as I exited the private jet. D.C. was there to greet the Prime Minister and I as approached, wearing his usual crisp suit and his long hair tied back in a pony tail. I wrinkled my nose in disgust; he should have just made a gender change to a girl. He sure looked like one.

"Matthew! So nice to see you! Come in," D.C. said with a smile, flashing me his pearly whites before leading my boss and I to the limo waiting for us. When he tried to put an arm on my shoulder I shrugged him off, wrinkling my nose as my eyes fell on the feminine hands. D.C. quickly withdrew his hand and let it hang at his side with a sigh. I smirked before getting into the limo. This was going to be fun.

Maryland's POV:

"Tablet, check. Phone, check. Bomb parts, check. Screwdriver, check," I muttered under my breath, packing everything into my bag and putting it over my shoulder. Alfred's 2p, Allen, looked at me with raised eyebrows over the tops of his dark sunglasses. I rolled my eyes and brushed past him hurriedly. Right now, I just needed to get to D.C. before something happened to her- I mean him.

"We can take my car," I said, and Allen once again gave me a weird look. "You can drive? You look like you're 14," Allen protested, and I sighed. "Personifications get shortcuts. You should know that." He shifted, uncomfortable, but said nothing more. I quickly got into the front seat of my , ignoring the gaping stare on Allen's face as he got in after me.

"Next stop, D.C.!"

Canada's POV:

The meeting was long and boring. An hour had already passed, and nothing much had been done. D.C. and I sat next to each other in an uncomfortable silence, D.C. fidgeting with his hair or his tie. I fingered the gun and the bottle filled with gasoline, and glanced at my boss silent agreement. Pulling out the gun, I got to my feet and fired several shots at the ceiling. The other people in the room screamed and ducked down, and the guards at the doors pointed their guns at me. I rolled my eyes before shooting them both, killing them on the spot. D.C. looked at with, his dark eyes filled with horror as he scrambled out of his seat and tried to get away from me.

"You aren't going anywhere, fag," I snarled, grabbing D.C. by the hair and yanking him towards me, putting the gun to his head. He whimpered softly, struggling in my grip and trying to away. The President was the first to slowly get to his feet, his eyes darting from D.C. and I to the two dead guards on the ground.

"What do you want? Do you want money? We'll give it to you, just let the boy go," the President said, obviously trying to sound reasonable. I cackled maniacally, twisting D.C.'s hair around my hand and making him gasp, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Sorry to disappoint you Mister President, but I don't want money. I'm a nation; I don't need it! I want revenge," I snarled. "We'll be going now. If you all value your pathetic mortal lives, I suggest you don't follow us," I said with a slight chuckle. I dragged D.C. out of the meeting hall and back towards the limo. He tried to scream for help, and bit my hand when I clamped it over his mouth. I hissed in pain before slamming him against the side of the limo and punching him in the jaw, hard enough to leave a bruise but not to make him unconscious. He groaned and I shoved him into the back of the limo before getting into the driver's seat.

"W-Why are you doing this?" D.C. whimpered from his position on the limo floor, shaking from head to toe and curling up on himself. I gazed at him with the rear-view mirror, licking my lips in an almost hungry fashion as I did a once over of his vulnerable form. I shuddered as I thought of all the things I could do to him before I killed him. Pleasant to me, torture for him. Oh, I couldn't wait.

"Revenge, my dear. What else would I do this for?" I said with a chuckle. Feeling that we were finally far enough from the meeting hall, I pulled to the side of the highway. D.C. scrambled back and tried to open one of the locked doors as I crawled into the back seat. I muffled his scream with my hand as I pinned him to the floor of the limo, running my other hand over his side. He shuddered and squirmed, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to get away from me.

"Don't struggle, that'll just make it hurt worse. You know just as well as I do that Alfred can feel everything you feel. You don't want to cause him more pain than he's going to go through, do you?" I said with a purr, licking the shell of his ear. D.C. whimpered but stopped struggling, tears rolling down his cheeks as he breathed heavily.

"Let's see what's under that suit of yours, hm?" I said quietly, playing with the zipper of his jeans.