This is a DARK CANADA story. It contains murder, blood, and also a bit (a lot) of PruCan. If you do not like gore, or yaoi, please don't continue... My goal is that it WILL be a sad story in the end...

I was inspired to write this by BLOOD STAINED MEGAPHONE by TIERS! :)

There will be more... A grand total of 3 chapters...

Warnings for this Chapter:

PruCan, heavy PruCan
Murder (obviously XD)
Lotsa blood
Slight AmeCan

So all of you... who like PruCan and evil Canada, please enjoy!

It was strange, Canada thought, that there would be such a beautiful sight on such an evening. The beautiful sun, sinking into the dark earth, thousands of shades of reds smeared across the sky. The most prominent was his favorite. Fitting, he thought, as the crimson colors dripped from the sky, dripping onto the horizon.

"Are you ready?" Prussia dropped down beside Canada, his hands finding their way around his waist. Canada leaned against the Albino affectionately. "Isn't the sunset perfect?"

Canada shivered as a warm pair of lips found his neck. "Are you ready to be seen? Are you ready to be known?" As he nodded, rather numbly, Canada couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of regret. But it disappeared faster than the scarlet that was now rapidly fading from the sky. "Come."

Canada felt numb as Prussia raised him to his feet, and dragged him through the halls of the conference building.

"Are you… Are you sure?" Canada asked. Yes, he wanted this. But would his desire to be known allow him to go this far? A short kiss from Prussia seemed to erase all doubt from his mind. "Let's go than."

Prussia smiled darkly and thrust something cold and silver into Canada's waiting hands.

"After this, we will be together. Always."

"Mhhmm…" Canada hummed, and looked up at his companion. "Who is first?"

His question was answered not a moment later.

"America! I need to talk to-"

Canada could not keep the growl from tearing through his throat at the name that belongs to that stupid, idiotic asshole of a brother.

"America? What are you doing with Pr-"

He was cut off. In one swift motion, Prussia brought the barrel of his own gun down on England's head. England's eyes rolled back as he blacked out at slumped against the wall.

Prussia dropped to his knees beside England, pushing him into an upward position against the wall. With a dark smile, he leaned in closely and brushed his hand through England's hair as a satisfactory bump began to form. Only a moment later, England's eyes began to flutter open. Though dazed for a minute, his eyes widened when he realized his predicament.

"So England, do you see what it's like?" He was answered with a glare. Prussia cocked his gun, grinning madly. England gasped as the cool metal pressed against his jaw. "How does it feel to fear for your life?" Prussia whispered heatedly into his ear.

"Get it over with," Canada muttered, just a little bit loudly from England's other side. Prussia laughed loudly, and pulled him down so the two were on either side of England.

"Say, England I want to introduce you to someone." England stared at the two in confusion. Who else? It was just America playing some violent rude game, right?

"This isn't funny, America, Prussia," England all but growled, struggling to stand and fight, despite his remaining weariness from the initial hit.

"You're right. It isn't." And, leaning over, Prussia captured Canada's lips with his own. Canada replied to the kiss eagerly, no matter how much he wanted to get this over with. To just see that amazing, beautiful color stain everything in sight… Breaking away, he opened his eyes and looked directly into Prussia's. The beautiful, red orbs took in his flushed face and swollen lips with a smirk. "So, darling, you want to tell him who you are?"

Canada stared down at the man that had once ruled his life. He had been like a "Father" for a short amount of time… but after independence, he was forgotten. Always forgotten. Prussia moved to the side, his gun never leaving England's jaw. Canada moved forward so he was sitting in the English mans lap. For a moment he didn't say anything.

"No." He finally said. Prussia said nothing to this, he watched in silence. "I want him to tell me who I am. So England… Who am I?"

England gulped, trying to ignore the metal that pushed harder against his neck. He forced himself to look up at the man. Instantly, America's face swam into view. His throat seized in fear as the gun gave a very threatening 'click' which promised much more. Violet eyes. A certain curl in the hair. A flushed, eager face.

It was faint, quiet, and barely heard with the sound of the gun that soon followed. But Canada heard it. A smile slid onto his face, though his hands had begun to shake. England died with his face in his mind. He was the last thing England saw. He was the last thing England remembered. His name was the last sound that escaped his mouth before the deadly bullet ended his life.

"Hehehe…" Canada's laugh started softly. His eyes were completely transfixed on the mess in front of him. "Oh maple… You actually killed him…"

His laugh slowly got louder… He raised shaky fingers, and ran his fingertips across the bloody wall. Slowly, as his hands got even more blood stained, words began to form on the wall.

REMEMBER ME

His hands dropped into his lap, and he stared at them stunned. That was the first time… never before had he seen someone killed right in front of him… It was striking… the site… gorgeous. Gory. Perfect. This was the way it should be.

A warm hand wrapped around his wrist. Canada stared at Prussia intently as Prussia began to lick off Canada's fingers. Scarlet liquid dripped onto his lips, down his chin…

"No, Darling. We killed him. We got our revenge." With that said, he pulled Canada into a long, hot kiss.

Canada tasted England's blood on his lips, on his tongue. It blended in with Prussia's natural taste… heavenly… Canada brought his hands down to hold onto Prussia's face, no doubt leaving large smears of blood… Canada felt himself pushed against the wall possessively, his hands slowly moving into Prussia's hair, as the older man's hands traveled down to his hips.

"Get away from my brother, you creep!" Prussia was suddenly pushed back, and the two broke contact.

"Revenge is sweet," was the last thing Canada heard as Prussia slid away, to watch from a distance.

"He killed England, didn't he? Are you okay? Canada! Talk to me!" America was yelling frantically. It was sure to bring a lot of attention to the hall… But Canada only stared blankly at his concerned brother.

"So what?" He muttered, America almost didn't hear.

"What did you say?" America asked, staring Canada right in the eye. And for once, Canada stared straight back.

"So what is Prussia killed him?" Canada gave a little giggle, causing his brothers concern to grow. "So what? He got what he deserved."

"Canada! Are you okay? My god…" America didn't quite know what happened next. It only took one second. A sharp dagger appeared in Canada's hands. Canada jumped forward, embedding the dagger into America's stomach. Almost instantly, warm blood began to flow through the wound, staining Canada's clothes as he pressed himself against his brother. Warm hands closed around his own, as if begging him to stop, but instead he quickly twisted it. Canada watched him struggle to keep back his obvious pain. Hero's didn't feel pain. Hero's never lost. But, Canada thought, America wasn't a hero. He never had been.

He looked down at his pitiful "Hero" of a brother. Violet eyes met azure. He knew his brother was scanning his face for some form of regret or anything really. He wouldn't find any. Canada's face had long been set into a cold and uncaring model. Formed by a beautiful albino's graceful, skilled hands… The change had gone much deeper than just his face, or his actions… What once would have been regret flooding through his body was now a powerful adrenaline. To kill… To see his brother in all but blood dying at his hands… Hands not yet completely bloodstained, instead fresh to the idea of murder… and completely loving it.

Pulling the knife from his dying brother's body, and stepped back, admiring his work. Then, without warning, aimed a powerful kick at his side. Unable to support himself with his already lack of blood, America collapsed onto the ground. A pool of blood began to gather at his side… Still, he struggled to stand, only succeeding in leaning against the wall, breathing deeply and clutching his wound. Then an estranged, weak voice, that was certainly not his brothers, but pleased him more than anything, croaked, "Why?"

Canada watched his brother struggle on the floor for a moment. He raised his foot, then rested it softly on America's elbow.

"It is simply because I hate you." The loathing was clear in his voice. Did he always hate him…? Memories flashed before his eyes… They always like America better… He placed the tiniest bit of pressure on America's arm, but America winced. "I have always hated you. Even after your gone, and our legacies live on, I will always hate you."

A loud CRACK rang through the air as Canada's foot came down full force on America's arm. America couldn't hold back the strangled cry that escaped his throat.

"You don't know. You have no idea how I feel! I'm never seen! I don't EXIST in other people's eyes. But you know what, its fine now. I'll be remembered… I'll be known when you guys are gone."

"By whom, Matthew," America choked out, along with splotches of blood that dribbled down his chin. In anger, Canada smashed down on America's elbow. Another cry. More blood.

"Don't you dare use my name!" He hissed, "You have no right!"

America could do nothing more that glower at his brother. His watery eyes ruined the effect… He couldn't even support himself…

"So you're going to kill me? Kill me? At least I notice you!"

"You only notice me when it will be beneficial to you. It's your fault I'm overlooked anyway. All they see is the amazing and powerful America… It they saw you now, the all-powerful nation, lying at his brothers feet, soon to be dead by Canada's hands… What would they think?"

"Well said…" Prussia reappeared from the shadows. "That is why, my little Mattie, I love you."

Canada grinned a little bit as Prussia wrapped his arms around Canada's waist and rested his head on his shoulder.

"You! You did something to him… What did you do to Matthew," America attempted to sit up, with his good arm.

Canada kicked him in the jaw. He slumped back to the ground.

"It doesn't take much. With how everyone treats us, of course we want revenge…"

"It isn't right," America insisted. His voice was worse than before. Canada must have broken his jaw.

"Finish him?" Prussia whispered into Canada's ear. Canada nodded coldly. Prussia grinned… "In fact, you might as well give him a little good bye kiss. I won't get jealous, so don't worry."

Canada once again dropped to the ground, straddling America with a cold smirk. Canada leapt forward for a small, short kiss, tasting the blood on his lips, and licking his lips seductively so that both America and Prussia could see. Lifting the dagger above his head, he thrust the piece of metal into his brother's chest. Then he swooped down and stole a longer, more dangerous, passionate kiss. He leant back, pulled out the dagger, and observed his work. America wouldn't be alive much longer.

"Bonne Nuit, Brother." The words were cold as the night air.

And thus, the Hero lost.

Peeking up at the window from beneath his bloodstained hair, he saw that the sun had completely slipped away, leaving darkness behind it.

The couple stood in silence for a moment, staring at the beauty that was night.

"I killed him…" Canada said, barely above a whisper. "I killed my brother."

Prussia smirked, sliding up beside him. "And…?"

Canada knew he was shaking, but it wasn't in shock, or even fear…

"I feel powerful… I ended someone's life…" Canada closed his eyes, leaning back onto Prussia. "I don't know who I am anymore… I have blood on my hands… and yet… I never felt more…"

"Alive?" Prussia supplied. Canada nodded.

"Alive."

I hope you liked chapter uno, I would love reviews :D (pwease)

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ME: *frets* I would never harm any of my awesome readers!

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Me: B-but! ... Anyone who reviews gets kisses from Canada... or Prussia... whichever you prefer ;P