I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters :P
I know what I'm was about to do….I didn't care if I regret it or not…
-Click-
I smirked as I pressed the handgun to my brothers forehead.
"Now-.." I said crisply.
"Who am I?" my eyes narrowed into slits.
The slightly older blond was at a lost for words.
"C-Canada…" America whispered.
"The only time you remember me is when your life is in danger damn it!" my words almost melted together since I had said them all so fast.
My finger tightened against the trigger, just a little bit more pressure and America would be gone.
I didn't flinch as America let out sob.
"M-Mattie…"
I pulled the trigger.
What a beautiful sight…
The spray of blood against the closest person to my brother, which was England, the silent scream, everyone's gaping mouths.
"I always liked the color red…..It doesn't suit you…" I said as I wiped a bit of blood off my glasses.
England's eyes were wide and tear filled as he slipped from his chair to grab the dead American.
He said nothing but the thick morning aura around him said everything.
"So your next?" I cocked the gun again and aimed it at the Britain's stomach.
England gently shook the blue eyed American.
"Al-Alfred…" he choked out not even noticing the gun pointed straight at him.
"Any last words?"
"Alfred…I-…"
"Hmm?" I pressed it harder against his skull.
"I love you…" he pressed the no longer breathing America against him, blood smearing across his chest and face.
I pulled the trigger.
England shook as the bullet ripped though him.
"I wouldn't have b-been able to l-live w-without h-him an-an"
He coughed blood and collapsed on top of America.
"Je ne vous faut" I whispered.
"Oui, vous ne" I heard a voice come from behind me.
I pointed the gun to whoever it was.
"Excuse me?" I told the offender.
France.
Of all people.
Why him…
I only faltered slightly.
"Don't fucking mess with me" the way I said it make it sound worse than a threat.
"I'm not l'amour" he knew my weak points.
Sweet talking was one of them.
A distraction though.
I could hear someone creeping up behind me.
I turned around and shot them.
Russia.
I knew he would be the only one to be brave enough to try it.
I put on a wide grin as Russia fell.
"Russia aru!"
China.
Of course.
I reached into Russia's pocket and pulled out the knife everyone knew he carried around.
I sunk it deep into China's chest.
He screamed out in pain but I didn't seem to notice.
I yanked it out and stabbed him again, this time in the stomach.
I kept stabbing him until I knew he was dead.
I licked some of the blood off the blade.
It tasted of iron.
I turned to look at France.
He was standing in shock
"Turn me in…"
"W-what..?"
"You heard me, leave, and hurry,…or I'll kill you too" I wasn't bluffing.
He walked backward toward the door.
And ran off.
A sudden wave of utter guilt washed over me.
I killed my brother…
I crawled over to him.
His eyes were still open, his mouth open and lifeless and dripping dark red blood.
I gently pushed his eyes closed with my bloody hands.
"Je suis désolé…." I said softly.
"Je suis tellement désolé"
(A/N)
Je ne vous faut- I don't need you.
Oui, vous ne- Yes, you do.
Je suis désolé- I'm sorry.
Je suis tellement désolé- I'm so sorry.