"C'mon, you know I was, like, totally joking about that, right?" Poland said into his phone as he made his way down the street. He had just left the bar, barely realzing how late it was. The city was nearly vacant, with very few people passing by, mostly to close up shop and go home.
Lithuania's voice came out of the other end of Poland's phone, sounding rather depressed and irritated. "You know you say things that really get me upset and you're barely ever concious of it. And what you said yesterday really hurt."
"See! Since I'm barely concious of doing it I shouldn't be blamed entirely, right?"
Lithuania let out an exasperated sigh; he knew that Poland was a hard person to talk seriously with. It wasn't any easier now that he was drunk. "Feliks, seriously. I really don't think this is gonna work out. We're complete opposites, and I don't see-"
Poland stopped in his tracks. "Please don't continue," he inturuppted. The tone in his voice made Lithuania curious. Poland continued, "You know I was just joking around. I didn't mean to hurt any of your feelings. You can, like, I don't know, hit me next time I say something stupid like that. Just please don't break up with me?"
Lithuania bit his lip, contemplating. Poland really sounded sincere and worried at the thought of not being with him anymore. And honestly, Lithuania didn't want to leave him either, despite what a douchebag he'd seem like sometimes. Lithuania sighed. "You promise to think about what you say before you say it? Because you have a problem with that..."
"Yes, yes, I promise!"
"Fine, we'll stay together then."
Poland beamed. "Thank you, Toris! You won't regret it, I promise!"
The joy in Poland's voice couldn't help but make Lithuania smile. He laughed slightly. "I'll take your word on it. Hey, I should be going. Have to get these errands done before Russia comes back home."
The blonde frowned. "Why do you let him control you like that, Lithy?" he asked curiously.
"Feliks, it's Russia. Even if I didn't want to, which, believe me, I don't, I really don't have much of a choice. I'm not exactly tired of living..."
Poland sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, pouting slightly. "But we'll get to hang out next time you get the chance, right?"
"Of course!" Lithuania said this as thought the answer was obvious. "I'll call you when I'm available, all right?"
"Kay, love you!" Poland said cheerily, making Lithuania blush.
"Y-Yeah, you two..." he said before hanging up. Poland chuckled slightly. How cute, he's still embaressed about confessing his love for me. Not complaining. I love his adorable little stutter. Hmm, I should probably plan something for the next time I see him...
His thoughts were inturuppted as he looked up, suddenly having this bad feeling. A figure stood several feet in front of him. It was dark, and Poland could only make out the outline of the person. He tilted his head. "Hey, you," he called. His voiced echoed slightly in the small area. The figure moved, and the light from the street light reflected on the character's glasses, making it seem more ominous. Of course, what with the alcohol numbing his fear, Poland remained his same abrasive self. "You, like, a stalker or something?" he asked.
"Not exactly," the figure replied coolly. He finally stepped into the light, and Poland immediately recognized him. Or, at least, thought he did.
"Oh, America!" he said. "What brings you out here, huh?"
The person frowned. "Sorry to disapoint you, but I'm not that stupid hoser," he replied.
This confused Poland's already slightly distorted thoughts. "Huh? You're not America? Wierd, you look just like him with the hair and the face and everything. Who are you then?"
Who are you.
That question had been one that the person had heard only too many times. That is, when people actually noticed him. Those three simple words usually brought pain and lonliness to his heart. But not tonight. Tonight, it brought a smile-no, a grin, a wicked grin that stretched from ear to ear-to his face. He looked up at Poland with this grin, his eyes sparkling with joy.
"I'm Canada."
Before he even knew it, Poland felt a sudden pain in his side. He looked down and saw that Canada had dug a knife into his skin, making his eyes widen in horror. Canada smirked and twisted the knife before harshly jerking it out. Poland yelled out and fell to his knees, placing a had on the wound. Blood quickly seeped through his fingers.
Canada laughed. "Did you like that?" he asked humoressly. The only response Poland could give was a hatefilled glare, being in too much pain to speak. Canada chuckled and kneeled down so he would be at level with Poland. "Poor Feliks..." he said as he brushed some hair out of Poland's face with the knife, cutting his cheek in the process. Poland bit the inside of his mouth, resisting the urge to scream. The metallic taste of blood made itself noticeable in the back of his mouth.
"W...Why are you doing this...?" Poland asked through clenched teeth. "W-what the hell did I do?"
Canada smirked. "More like what did you not do," he said. "You didn't notice me. If you did then you would have had about, oh, I don't know, 20 minutes to run away from me. And then you didn't know who I was and confused me with my sorry excuse for a brother. Another mistake." He made soft tsk-ing sounds. "If only you had more time to regret this, eh?"
Before Poland could respond, Canada jabbed the knife into his throat. His eyes widened and he fell, his body completely lifeless.
Canada stood up and stared at the corpse with satisfaction. "Finally, you shut up..." he said with a laugh. "You're better off dead anyway."
There was a slow, sarcastic clapping in the background. "I agree."
Canada's eyes quickly shot up at the voice, his heart skipping a beat. The voice was only all too familiar. He gripped the knife tighter in his hand. "What are you doing here?"
Russia smiled innocently. Had he not known better, Canada would have found it friendly and trustworthy. But, like every country out there, he knew that Russia wasn't one to be trusted. "Well," Russia started. "I came here because my sweet little Lithuania has been very distracted from his work lately, and I thought I would get rid of the source of this distraction...but it seems you beat me to it."
It was then that Canada noticed the gun in the Russian's hand. He frowned and steadied his gaze at Russia, not daring to show any fear. "So what now? Are you going to shoot me for stealing your precious victim?" he asked.
Russia chuckled slightly. "Not at all. In fact," he slowly made his way towards Canada, not bother to step around Poland's body. "I wanted to congradulate you."
Canada narrowed his eyes. "How so?"
Russia smiled and adjusted the scarf around his neck. "You see, I thought what you did was rather impressive. And it was really unexpected. You're very quiet, so quiet that people barely notice you. And that's why people would never suspect you to commit such a grusome act." He chuckled. "I find it quite admirable."
Canada looked at him with confusion and disbelief. Was this a trap? It had to be. One thing that America and him could both agree on was the fact that Russia was untrustworthy. "So?"
"So. I notice that you do not have a great relationship with your brother, da?"
Canada laughed harshly. "What an understatement. And so what if I don't, hm? Are you going to use me to get close to him so you can kill him?"
Russia smiled. "Oh, I intend to kill him without having to use you." He looked at Canada, his eyes glistening in the moonlight. "I just thought you might want to help."
Canada was speechless. It had always been a dream of his to kill his brother, to watch the cocky bastard get a taste of his own medicine. But...negotiating with Russia? Was that like making a deal with the devil or something?
Russia extended a gloved hand out invitingly. "Come, Canada. We are the two biggest countries in the entire world. With us working together, who can stop us? We'll be invincable. All you have to do is trust me, and everything will work out fine. Da?"
Canada hesitated. Then, he calmly closed his eyes and shook Russia's hand. "You have a deal."