Canada's POV
I soon find a small market. Hummm maybe I can ask some one where I am.....but I don't speak Russian ... Fuck.
I feel some one grab me and pull me into a car , throwing my out of my thoughts.
"Wh-what" I take a look at my kidnapper. I have never seen him before.
He shot something in Russian at me. I just stare at him confused.
He has black hair, odd green eyes . He was muscular and had to be 6,4. But his eyes.....his eyes......I find myself trapped in the pools of emerald.
I geuss he caught my confusion and repeated what he said in English.
"Hey kid got any money?"
"U-uh yah?...why"
"Hand it over......is that polar bear?!?"
"Yes."
"..."
Before anything else was said gunshots stared and the man stomped on the gas.
"What is going on?!?!?"
"Hey kid...who are you and why are these people after me are they after you?"
"I'm Mathew Williams or better known as Canada..."
He smirked
"Dammit kid. You got me in trouble" he sped up
