The Voice had a tendency to laugh at things Canada didn't find very funny, things like horror movies. He seemed to appreciate it when people died, or the monster chasing them almost snapped a character in two.

He wouldn't have watched these movies if it weren't for the Voice. Always threatening, and those threats weren't empty.

See, the Voice had this unnerving ability to take over Canada's mind and body, just for a few minutes, and even if the invisible Nation held a grudge against his brother, he didn't want him to die. So he always complied with the Voice's demands.

Really, if he hadn't killed Japan, the Voice would have done it anyway. If the Voice murdered the other quiet Nation then Canada would be accused, and if he told them 'it was the Voice' then they would just think him crazy.

Maybe he was.

Fortunately, the Voice hadn't told him to paint a maple leaf on the wall with the victim's blood. There would have been three outcomes to that. One, he was caught, killed or imprisoned, two, the other Nations tried to remember whose flag had a maple leaf on it, and three, he was never found out and continued with his daily, normal, forgotten life.

If you could call his way of living normal.

The World Meeting was about to start, and as usual, no one had noticed him, not even America, who payed the most attention to him out of anyone. At least he managed to avoid being sat on by Russia. That would have made for a miserable meeting.

Now everyone was arguing pointlessly. France and England didn't even have a subject to their bickering, they were just yelling at each other. Italy was sulking about Japan's death, even though it had been months ago, and Germany was pretending not to still be wounded, yelling at everyone to shut up.

Once everyone had settled down, he began to lecture about how these meetings should be carried out. But Canada wasn't listening to Germany. He was giving his full attention to the Voice.

Go on, it hissed. He's wide open, get him. No one will notice you, this is the perfect way to get their attention.

Canada stood up slowly, making his way with measured steps to an older Nation's chair and slipping the dagger out of his sleeve.

The next moment, England was lying on the floor, letting out a last rattling breath as his heart stopped.

That was when Canada snapped.

America watched in shock. "Canada . . . why?"

The Voice looked up, shaking. "Who's Canada?"