England could only stare in horror at the child he raised. "Why?"

"Why?" Canada repeated, closing in on the countries. "WHY?!"

He was right up in his foster parents' faces. "Do you have any idea how many times you of all people forgot who I was? How broken I felt when you didn't even bother to look for me at all? Did you expect me to take hit after hit and forgive you?" He tilted his head back, cruel laughter echoing in the room. He glowered back at them before spitting "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you now."

France managed to find his voice in the face of his own child, the one who turned out a monster. "Because you love us."

Canada growled, and slashed his old caretaker across the face. "After all this time, you think I'm capable of something as weak as love?"

France touched the wounds on his face. "Of course you are."

Enraged, Canada sliced his head off. He stared at his bloody hand, his fingers now long, sharp claws. "I could kill every last one of you."

Then he glanced at Prussia. "But I won't, since my favorite human is here." Then, he called up the stairs, "Shadow. Patch up the prisoner." 

An almost literal shadow came dashing down, carrying equally shady medical supplies.

Canada snarled at the others, "Come with me."

Chills ran through England's body as he followed his former colony up the stairs. He used to look at Canada and see love and innocence. Now, all he could see was the most feared gangster in the world. England used to see him as the embodiment of purity and love.

All he could see now was hell on earth.