Death Club:Forfeit
Antarctica stared at her image in the mirror across the room, taking in the scene.
A pretty white-blonde haired girl that had pretty red eyes, surrounded by red.
Crimson splashing everywhere, with no respect for the furniture or the poor maids who would be forced to clean it all up.
She smiled. The image smiled back at her with swollen lips, straight teeth, and a tongue covered in cuts.
She wouldn't be able to talk perfectly for a while.
And she knew that she'd only ever felt this happy once before, in the years before people flooded into her country, setting up a government and law systems.
Before she'd met that fucking Asian. She'd never forgive him, not even in his death.
The body parts were strewn in front of her, stained with the blood of the 4,000 year old nation.
She picked up his head and ran her fingers through the blood-soaked hair for the last time.
~x~X~World Conference~X~x~
Murmurs filled the world conference room, murmurs from people who were shell-shocked to their very cores. China, the oldest nation out of them all, had been found, dismembered and bloody, in his hotel room at the Greece world conference.
They had all heard the rumors of the blood that had been splashed against the walls.
And about how there was no guarantee that the brutal killer would be found.
Antarctica had tear streaks staining her cheeks. They were from anger, but she was too good of an actor and they were too full of grief to notice.
Why on earth were they mourning the very nation who'd made her life hell on earth?
She glanced at her father, America, as he comforted his ex-lover, Vietnam, as she mourned the loss of her older brother.
She saw Kiku, her best friend in the world, and the only person who knew what China had done to her, crying silently in the corner while Greece held him.
Hong Kong, South Korea, and Philippines were all comforting each other at their spots at the table.
Taiwan hadn't even bothered to come to the meeting today.
Belarus was hugging a sobbing Russia as he mourned the loss of his dearest friend.
The entire scene appeared sickening to Antarctica.
CRASH! Everyone stopped talking and looked up to her seat, which had been thrown to the ground as she stood up suddenly and slammed her hands down on the table.
"I need to leave." she whispered, but somehow, everyone in the room heard her words.
Germany nodded politely to the door and she ran to it, leaving her things behind.
Less than ten steps from the doorway, she sank to the floor and sobbed openly.
How dare all of her friends and close neighbors mourn the loss of that Bastard?
How could they abandon her like this?
Why would they?
Before long, Antarctica had come up with a decision.
She will make them pay for mourning him.
Antarctica grinned to herself and began to laugh maniacally, clutching her sides.
New tears streaked down her face from her uncontrollable laughter.
She composed herself, save for a few hiccups, and walked back into the conference room.
Iceland was speaking, she guessed that they'd decided to get some business done, in spite of the horrible murder.
And Antarctica was content, until she realized that France was looking at her with a slightly sickened look.
He slid a note to her and she read it.
I saw you in the hallway. What was so damn funny that you were laughing so much, on the day after your good friends' death?
Antarctica smiled.
I was thinking of you and how you always look. I remembered how close you and China had been, and I was sad until I remembered some of the good times we'd all had, some of the hilarious jokes and pick-up lines that had occurred between you two. I admit, I always felt a little jealous of your easy relationship with him. Do you think we could get together sometime to discuss the great times, and maybe make a few of our own?
Antarctica flashed France a flirty smile as she passed him the note.
She watched the faint blush dust his cheeks and he wrote a quick reply.
Oui! Oui! I would love to! How about dinner at my room at 8:00? I'll make your favorite food, have your favorite wine, even make a delectable dessert, what do you say?
Antarctica smiled and looked up at France from under her lashes flirtatiously. She passed him the response, and made sure to position herself so that he got an eyeful of the flesh inside her low-cut v-neck top.
I can't wait 3
He smiled at her and she smiled back.
No one noticed a thing.
~x~X~At France's Hotel Room~X~x~
Antarctica accepted a seat at a dining table in his room. She looked around to see a mostly dark room, lit prettily by candles.
His bed was covered in scattered rose petals.
He'd set out several wine bottles.
Antarctica was more sure now than she had been before.
He would be her next victim.
She refused to forget seeing his distraught face from earlier on in the day.
She refused.
~x~X~Meanwhile in England's room~X~x~
England sat with Japan and held his hand encouragingly.
"Come on, tell me. Tell me what you saw. Tell me who did this to Yao."
Kiku let out a choked sob and fear flashed through his usually expressionless eyes.
"I know who did it, but I-I barely recognized her. The brood.. oh god! Arr of the brood!"
England pulled Japan in for a large hug.
"Shh, Kiku honey, you can tell me. It's okay. Tell me. I'll keep this a secret. What are friends for?"
"I-It was Antarctica! She cut him open! S-she raughed too. Oh kami! That raugh! It made my brood curdre Arthur, I courdn't stand it! A-and then she sat down, surrounded by his r-remains and s-she... Oh god Arthur! It was horribre! She just r-rooked so evir! A-and I couldn't do anything but s-sit and watch. She... I n-never want to even rook at her ever again Arthur! Never again!"
"Shh Kiku. It's okay. You never have to look at her again. She forfeit that right the second she even considered killing Yao. Wait- does she know that you saw? You might be in danger."
Japan froze.
"I honestry don't know."
Now it was Arthur's turn for his blood to curdle in fear for his friends' safety.
Well, that was chapter one of this story! I hope it doesn't suck too much... china gets a cookie in the afterlife everytime you review~
