Alright! My second fanfiction which this time I hope it will actually be good and I won't have to quit it because my friend, who was being a ass, wanted to say it was a bad fanfiction. This is my new series called How to Kill your worst enemy. It's rated M for language and maybe rape in further chapters. I don't know. This story will take place in both England's and Finland's point of view! I do not own Hetalia or the characters used. I only own the title and the idea used. Thank you enjoy and please do not say my story is crap like last time. I will make me not continue. Plus, I refuse to write Sweden's accent, I suck at it so do not insult it.

England's point of view:

I let out a rough sigh. I know I cannot have a peaceful rest or day knowing I can get killed any second, any day, oh hell, even any blink of an eye! You might be wondering what happened and well I'll tell you. I am a bad person. The worst bloody person you will ever meet! You know the sweet little Alfred, he is Tino's brother. I wanted to be a bloody bastard so I raped Alfred when he was little. Alfred, not knowing what I was doing, had no clue I stole his innocence. Then, Tino found out. He swore on his bloody life to kill me! Can you believe that! Who would kill me? Hehe, only a stupid wanker named Tino. He has no clue about my plan and how strong I am. I just can't let my guard down. I'm not stupid. I know how strong that bitch is.

Finland's point of view:

Walking, that's all I ever do now. I never had a peaceful day. I am stupid amongst a lot of people. Arthur is one of them. He was hiding, that asshole knew I was fucking after his tight little British ass. That's when it finally hit me. I asked around different places and I found out which hotel he was staying at. As me and my partner, Berwald, walked over to his door I was given a look.

"Tino, we should just kick the door down, if we don't he will just run away." Berwald said. My sigh became deathly and my tone was at the sound of murder.

"This is my fight." I hissed at Berwald. He nodded and stood back. I knew it was hard for him to not be able to protect me, but what can'ya do. I raised my boot, thick from leather and heavy from walking in water, and kicked the heavy cheep wooden door. The first thing that happened was my foot being held. The door did go down but did you know you can get stabbed in the stomach in a blink of an eye? I just learned it. My stomach was first cold, then a flaming heat. I grasped a hold of the painful wound and tried to stop the bleeding. I gave Arthur a crisp glare. He just smiled. I guess he knew I was coming.

"So, a little birdie get too big for his britches?" Arthur said laughing with a intimidating tone. I just spat right at his shoes, to show my disrespect. " Oh, look at that." He said while raising my heavy body, which was slowly getting heavier from my body's urge to die. "You're in pain! Well, I want to see more!" As he said that he raised up a already blood stained knife and tried throwing it down to my eye. I fought it with all the strength. Arthur was going insane.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed. It luckily got Berwald's attention and he got mad. I am grateful to have him because he pushed Arthur off of me and ran. Don't worry Berwald carried me. The last thing I heard before passing out was….

"TINO, COME BACK I'M NOT FINISHED!" Arhur screamed as he was chasing after us. Then everything turned black. I passed out.

TO BE CONTINUED.