Britain was sitting around the table with the others at the UN, America was next to him, he was ranting about his being the hero again. Finally Italy came in to the room, "Honestly Italy," Britain said, shaking his head, "you need to be aware of ti-" he was cut off as Italy spat up blood and fell to the ground, a hooded figure stood there while everyone else stared in horror.
"Hello folks," said the figure with a clearly Prussian voice. Canada screamed as a knife flew from the cloak and into Canada's shoulder. As Canada fell to the ground, America pulled out a gun from his coat, as did Britain, they both shot at the figure. The bullets sent the figure falling back into the hall, the other countries began to panic. Germany pushed a button underneath his seat. A wall opened on the opposite side of the door.
"Everyvone in ze room now!" Germany shouted. Everyone filed into the room and the door shut before the figure could enter after them, but it was able to throw another knife and hit France in the neck. As the door finally shut, Germany pulled out his pistol. France lay bleeding on the floor, a knife in his throat.
"Help me please," Canada said, crying from the pain. Germany looked at Canada, he wasn't going top live without that knife out of his shoulder.
"Here Matthiew, bite this," he held his belt out, it was folded up for Canada to bite into. Canada would have screamed, if he hadn't been biting into Germany's belt.
"Alright, lets get you cleaned and bandaged," Britain wheezed, helping Canada up from the floor. As Britain and Germany got Canada cleaned and bandaged, America and Russia took watch. "It doesn't make any sense," Britain said drying his hands, "why would Prussia want to kill us all?"
"Zat wasn't my brozer," Germany said, sitting on a bed, "he could have used the guns I have at mine house, yet he is using knifes, it just doesn't add up." They all new something horrible was coming for them.