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"Mhm~" The Icelandic purred as he licked his gloved hand. Blood dripping out the corners of his mouth afterwards. Using his tongue, he licked his lips and grinned. Emil Steilsson was usually known for being such a quiet and innocent young man. Ever thought twice about that?

Drip drop.

That was the sound of blood dripping from his blade onto the concrete floor. It echoed through the abandoned warehouse. One thing crossed his mind. Where was the Icelandic going to hide the body that lay limp on the floor? Shrugging, he grabbed the person's foot and started to drag the corpse with him. Emil wandered around the warehouse, he flinched when sirens blew through the air. Cursing silently, he released the body and headed upstairs to hide, but Emil was far too late.

There were already policemen there, it made him cringe. "They know I killed him. Lukas Bondevik. I'll go on trial and I have the highest chances of being guilty." Emil thought to himself. The poor little nation had lost his mind ever since his best friend died. Mr. Puffin, but Emil didn't want to suffer for four years, possibly, while he waited for the decision to be made. It was just too long.

Emil looked down, the blade still gripped firmly between his hands as his violet eyes gazed upon it. Prison or death? He rather make it quick rather than it last forever. Jerking his head up, he let out a shaky sigh at the sight. The policemen were already pointing their guns towards him. Placing the blade in a certain area, he impaled deeply into his midsection.

It made either a few men look disgusted, or worse. Horrified.

Almost quickly, the Icelandic fell to the floor, and coughed up. Blood gushing out of his stomach. It wasn't like the policemen hadn't seen worse. As his life was being taken away, a smile glued to his dead face. His eyes growing dull and his flesh becoming cold.

This is what he has wanted this whole time.

To die.

With a sigh, the policemen lowered their weapons and head downstairs, but they were caught off gaurd at the horrifying sight they were witnessing.

Not only had Emil killed just one,

but three more were dead as well.

They quickly arranged a memorial for the ones killed, a seperate one for Emil killing himself.

New tombstones have arrived.

One by one, placed beside each other, they said,

Here lies,

Emil Steilsson

Lukas Bondevik

Mattias Kohler

Tino Vainamoinen

Berwald Oxenstierna

AN: Hello everyone~ Here is a little story I typed up within an hour. Ugh. I feel like this isn't good, but oh well! Actually, this isn't the first story I've ever written, just this one is the first I've uploaded to here. So I hope you guys enjoy it. And by the way, I apologize that this is so short! I will try to make the stories longer and more detailed. Unlike this one.