Canada ran as fast as he could, past the trees, past the snow, past the guards that threatened to take his life. He avoided as much bullets as he could, the soldiers raining hell on him with their firearms, but despite his size, he was fast, yet he could still hear the kind scientist, the one who didn't treat the humanized nations like shit, shouting for him to go whilst she held the guards and scientists off from the inside.

He squinted, looking through the blizzard that had overtaken the forest. As he ran out of sight of the guards, now safe from the threat, the adrenaline had stopped pumping through his veins, making him feel exhausted. After all, he hadn't have eaten in quite a while, and the small granola bar that had been given to him half a month ago wasn't enough for a big guy like him, and the scientist couldn't sneak in food for him for a while.

He clutched his side, where blood was dripping out from a bullet wound that he had withstood. He winced, blood covering his hand. He went into a nearby cave, sitting down and trying to treat his wound, but he lost too much blood, making him unable to actually do something since a headache was pounding in his head. He passed out.