America didn't know what to do, all he could do was gaze up at the werewolf, frozen in place as he clutched his bleeding arm. He had dropped his dagger somewhere without even realizing, now defenceless against this creature.

It narrowed its golden eyes, blood still dripping from one of its claws. It wore a weird winter hat, a dark sweater, pants and boots as if it was trying to be something it could never be- a normal mortal. It stepped closer, tail swaying behind it, causing America to recoil, digging his fingers into his arm.
"I said. Who are you." The werewolf snarled slightly, clearly pissed, baring his elongated canines threateningly as he loomed over the helpless country who was just trying not to sob out loud, attempting to avoid the pain and overwhelming fear that coursed through his body.

He didn't know what to say, sure it was an easy question but he still struggled to form even a few simple words. "A-America..."The name came out stuttered and trembling, almost choking-

The werewolf stared for a bit before his gaze landed on the wound America was grasping tightly with a shaky hand. "And what are you doing in my territory," the last word came out rougher than he expected, not that he really cared.
America gulped, his body near stiff. He had no idea he had run straight into seriously dangerous territory, "I-I'm s-so sorry!! I-I was chasing a deer and..."He trailed away as he fumbled with his words before slowly getting up by pushing himself up the rock behind him, wincing slightly with every movement. After all, that running, his legs ached and his ankle had been twisted as a result of tripping...
"I-I'll l-eave straight away!"

"Oh no, you won't."

The werewolf marched up to America, seizing his left arm with a bloodied claw. "I don't want your stupid corpse laying around in my forest. You think you can walk away from me just like that? Well, you're wrong," a growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
"Everything in these forests. In my territory. Belongs to me. And so do you now that you're here."

America's eyes widened and he immediately started to try and pull away from the grip, "you can't do that!? You can't just own me like some object!?" The yells came out less brave than he expected, full of terror and fear. Tears were pouring at this point, cheeks slightly flushed. Even the beast could hear the smaller country's heartbeat racing.

He gritted his teeth and pulled up his arm, yanking America up into the air easily who let out a yelp of surprise, kicking his legs and thrashing.
"Stop it," he snapped. "You want to misbehave? Fine then, I'll happily kill you." His eyes glowed darker and America stared into them, knowing full well that this beast had murdered previously...

Many times...
Following his words, America gave up on his pathetic attempts to escape, sniffling as he gazed down at the ground, blood now flowing freely down his arm, a small puddle forming.
"Good." A grumble before America yelped, being picked up, the stranger's arms tucked under him. Pain shot through him again and America gritted his teeth hard, trying not to curl up or look into the werewolf's eyes, terrified of angering him.
Although, he was still curious and glanced a little, inspecting him.
The guy was pretty tall, way over 6 feet and had a flag consisting of a red, blue and white stripe. Scars covered the bottom of his left cheek and America could only try and imagine what sort of bloody scene it had been obtained in...

The werewolf glanced around and sighed, turning and walking off deeper into the forest.
It started to get darker and darker, shrubs and trees becoming heavier and denser.
Due to his tall height, he had to duck multiple times to avoid the low hanging canopy of trees and vines.
The leaves and branches were incredibly dull unlike the old forest America was so familiar to... At least there were a few white flowers here and there as well as some marigolds which grew low, latching and thriving between rocks and crevices along with moss and ferns.

They leapt over a small stream, gushing with beautifully pure and seemingly light blue water, lilies growing at the sides and long water grass clasping to the rocks.
America looked around as much as he could, trying to remember the path they took so that, if he was able to break free, he could make his way back to his forest. But it was so hard.
Everything seemed to just look the same, the trees, the bushes, every flower. As if the forest had grown with the intentions of turning itself into a labyrinth for any unlucky traveller who had taken the wrong turn.
The werewolf huffed, glaring ahead as if it was his resting face, muttering under his breath.

It was hard to make out, something along the lines of 'Ukie is gonna murder me...'

America flinched a little at the sudden bright light as they entered another part of the forest. It was incredibly different from the last one. Lighter, full of birch, oak, hawthorn, willow and so many other trees. Flowers were growing everywhere, some in the light green grass, on the branches of trees, on fallen trunks, moss and vines thriving.
Roses grew in clumps, red, white, yellows, even wild lavender which America found himself staring at, loving the sudden array of beautiful colours and shapes which now surrounded him. Even though he was in the arms of a dangerous species... this place felt incredibly safe and welcoming, even more so than his old home...
He closed his eyes, squeezing them when the pain slowly faded back to his mind, grasping his arm.

"Russia!? Wha- Did you kidnap him!?" A young, slightly high-pitched voice.
"He was in my territory! I had t-" Deep and rough.
"No, you didn't!! You-urgh...."A sigh. "And look, you've gone and injured him! Where's your sanity?"
America winced as he was slowly woken up by the two voices, pain erupting through his body which caused him to jolt and grit his teeth, tears forming as he crept out from his small doze.
There was a bit of hushed muttering before America was able to open his eyes, flinching at the light and the movement around him.
He gradually looked around, adjusting a little as he shuffled around.

Then he realized he was still being held up by the werewolf, he let out a surprised shriek and started to desperately squirm, panicking. The beast scared him and not only that, he was in a strange hallway he had never seen before. 
"Let me go!?"He cried, glaring up at the werewolf who was staring down at him with narrowed eyes and an unamused look, ears flicking back at the loud noises he made.
A hand wrapped around one of his wrists and he quickly turned his head to see a smaller werewolf, younger, shorter and generally a lot friendlier looking.
"H-Hey! C-alm down! It's okay!" He spoke, trying to reassure the startled country before looking up at the taller werewolf who held America, "put him down Russia and leave, you're scary enough just standing there.

'So that's what he's called...' America thought, glancing up at the so-called 'Russia' who seemed tired of the other's bickering. Grumbling he headed over to a nearby room, being followed by the other before he plopped America down onto a small bed, causing him to whimper and glare.
"I'm not a child Ukie. So don't tell me off or tell me what to do," Russia huffed, poking 'Ukie's' right cheek.
Russia was soon shoved out of the room, the door banging shut.

The room was now quiet, the smaller country turning back to look at America with a bright smile. "I'm sorry about him, he's an idiot sometimes," he grumbled, shooting a glare at the door. Knowing full well Russia was still lingering about and listening in to what they were talking about.

"My name is Ukraine!" 'Ukraine' grinned with excitement, "Russia is my older brother! We're werewolves, but I guess you already know that." A giggle escaped him and he offered America a hand who hesitantly took it and shook it with his uninjured arm.
This werewolf seemed kind and America found himself relaxing very slightly before sighing and looking to his right arm in dismay. His jacket was ripped and stained now... great...
Ukraine seemed to notice America's hopeless gaze and looked to the wound, humming. "Don't worry about that. We'll get you fixed up!"

America sat there while Ukraine worked away at his arm, leaning back and staring out of the window which was beside him. 
It was a fairly pretty view, nicer than the one he had at home. Here he could see the forest, the wonderful blue sky, the mountains in the far North. He bit his cheek before looking over to watch Ukraine, humming as he began to wrap up the now cleaned wound carefully, occasionally asking America a few questions which were answered shortly.
This was a strange place...
He had been brought up to fear and hate all beasts, especially werewolves. Had been told of how dangerous and bloodthirsty they were, lusting for meat and suffering in the world. For the killing of mortals and their known enemies... There were tales of werewolves prowling into mortal towns, slaughtering them in the night and snatching away their children to either consume them or control them. The countless wars and deaths.
And yet...
Here was a werewolf, a beast, working and helping him with not even an inch of hesitation or fear. Or maybe that was because they were preparing him as their meal or luring them into a trap which spoke no other outcome but inevitable death. The thoughts turned America's stomach upside down and he lightly shook his head, trying not to believe them.
So he tried to distract himself, studying the werewolf who smiled.

He had a blue and yellow flag, ears with touches of light gold which matched his brilliant eyes, brighter than Russia's. His tail was yellow at the base which slowly faded to a blue and he wore a flower crown on his head. Made up of some ferns, daisies, marigolds, some lavender and a few light blue flowers America had never seen before. 
The clothes he wore were dull yet comfortable looking, a cloak with a few gems America was able to spot, a dress shirt with a few faded blue stripes, a leather belt, baggy pants and long boots which reached up to under his knees. And unlike Russia, he was a lot shorter, almost his height which was about 5'10.

Ukraine sighed in satisfaction and pulled away, wiping his hands with a towel. America's arm had been bandaged up carefully, now only wearing his dark grey shirt which was still a little stained.
"Don't worry about the jacket, I'll get it fixed up and cleaned for you," Ukraine reassured him.

America nodded and looked up to him with a shy, nervous smile. "Thanks..."He mumbled before quietly looking around the room.
It was almost... Royal looking... The curtains a slight crimson, a desk with a golden mirror sat in front of it with several quills and petite jars of black ink. The floor was wooden and varnished, golden engravings on the door frame and the backboard of the bed.
"...What is this place..?" The question came out loud as America slowly got up, wincing a little, his ankle now a lot better.

Ukraine's ears flicked and he looked over to America, holding what seemed to be a first aid kit and the towel he had been using. "Ah! This is the Royal Castle of the Northern Werewolves!"He beamed, his tail wagging cheerfully behind him.
America blinked.
Then peered around again.
Then back to Ukraine.

"The fucking-"

"HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE!?"America screeched as he shot down the hallway as fast as he could, eyes wide as he clutched his bandolier to his side, Ukraine trailed after him frantically. 
"A-America come back!!! Y-You can't leave!!"

America laughed slightly but it was panicked and drenched with terror, "OH WATCH ME-"

The hallways were like a maze and America gritted his teeth as he looked around, running as fast as his legs could take him, skidding around corners, desperately trying to find the exit.
No way was this place... well... THIS PLACE!?
This castle was a death wish for a mortal like him!
The home of the King of Northern Werewolves- haha nope!?
"LEAVE ME ALONE UKRAINE!? I AM NOT A PRISONER?!" Another yell but Ukraine continued to hurry after America, having dropped everything to chase him. His cloak flailed behind him as he ran, not even panting or struggling to keep up.
"If you leave then Russia will definitely try and kill you!"

At this point America was just ignoring him, panting. He wasn't going to give up or go down without a fight, he huffed and spotted a massive door with golden and silver locks, patterns etched into the wood.
He began to sprint towards it and Ukraine, who was still down the hallway, let out a yelp.

America held out his arm to seize one of the locks yet before he could even reach it there was a flash of gold and he was abruptly pinned down to the wooden floor with a thud and a hiss of discomfort.
There were golden wings over him, flapping, a few feathers falling and resting on the floor beside America's face who squinted his eyes, attempting to look up to recognise who was on top of him.

Ukraine was soon standing by him, his tail swaying behind him as he sighed a little.
"T-Thanks Kaz..."
The weight on America shifted.
"No problem Ukie." The weight was soon gone and America grumbled a little and rolled onto his back to see a taller country standing there. He was truly magnificent...
With a pair of large, long golden wings and feathers on the sides of his head as well as ears. Both of his eyes golden, the right one having a pupil unlike the other. His uniform was a dark navy with golden bands and shoulder parts which matched his flag well. Like Ukraine, he had boots and baggy dark brown pants. But no tail-

Grumbling, America was offered a hand and then pulled up by Ukraine who huffed slightly.
The newcomer stood there and watched America cautiously, his wings folding behind him as he smiled, a pair of golden and brown rimmed goggles hanging around his neck. He opened his mouth to speak before he perked up, his ear flicking.
A name was being called and he chuckled awkwardly, "sorry Ukie. I gotta go!!"He yelped before spreading his great wings and suddenly shooting down a hallway a little bit too dangerously.

America blinked.
This place was so chaotic for a Royal castle.

The stranger was now gone and America looked down at the golden feathers which lay on the floor, shining beautifully like the most precious of coins.
Maybe he was staring for a bit long because Ukraine poked his side, making him flinch and look to him with a surprised look.

Ukraine giggled a little before waving a hand, heading to the end of a hallway, "come, I'll show you your new room!"
America watched before looking to the large doors again, frowning and starting to miss the world before it. But he turned and followed after Ukraine, sighing inaudibly until he was standing by the cheerful beast.
A smile and Ukraine took America by the hand, leading the way.

It was quiet.
America trailed after him, looking at their hands.


How long had it been since he last had physical contact with someone..?

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.


It didn't matter.

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Well that was kinda boring

Sorry :(

Trying to put more drama but I don't want it all starting too early

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