It was just a normal world meeting, except for the fact America was late. I mean sure, the silly, childish country was always late, but an hour late? No. He's never that late.
"WHERE IS THAT BLOODY GIT?!" England yelled, he was starting to worry.
"Calm down mon ami. I'm sure he's fine." France said, trying to comfort his friend.
While all the countries were either panicking or celebrating, Canada was siting quietly in his seat. He had a worried expression on his face but of course no one saw it... no one saw him at all.
'Where is he? Its not like him to be THIS late... maybe something happened.' Canada thought to himself.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Germany yelled.
Everyone in the room fell silent and looked up at him.
"We have to get through this meeting, with or without him." Germany stated and he looked at all of them.
Everyone nodded, and no one spoke a word unless it was their turn to.
The meeting went by quickly and soon the countries were flooding out of the building. Canada was the last one out.
'I should go pay a visit to America, just encase he's sick or something.'
Canada quickly made his way to his brothers house.
When he got there the front door was wide open, which was odd. Canada walked up the porch steps.
"A-America? You h-home?" Canada called.
There was no answer.
"America?!" Canada called a bit louder.
Still nothing.
Canada took a deep breath and walked inside his brothers house. All the lights were out, except for a single light coming from upstairs.
Canada walked up the steps and entered the room with the light on. His eyes widened and his hands covered his mouth. On the floor of the room was fresh, red blood, also a fighter jet jacket.
Canada slowly backed out of the room in disbelief. He darted down the stairs and picked up America's phone. He called everyone he could, England, France, China, and even Russia. They all came to the house as quickly as possible. Canada lead them up the stairs and opened the door to the room. They all gasped and walked towards the blood.
"What the hell happened here?!" England asked, his eyes watering up.
"I-I don't know." Canada said just above a whisper.
"This is horrible Aru~" Chain said.
"Who ever did this is going to pay." Russia said as he studied his pickaxe.
"Oui." France said as he crouched down next to the blood.
'But who could take down America? There is no sign of struggle... it would have to be someone very strong. Someone who-' Canada's thoughts were cut short due to the small righting on the floor.
Canada kneeled down and read the righting out loud.
"This is only the start to my awesome plan."