Date Written: September 19, 2011

Word Count: 358

Summary: Canada finally has enough of being ignored and decides to do something about it. Italy ends up joining him on his quest to shed the other countries' blood. Includes yandere!Canada and Italy. Rated T to be safe for now, rating will go up in later chapters for blood and gore.

Warnings: Yandere!Canada and Italy

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.

Re-reading the poem thing that is said at the beginning, it kind of reminds me of HetaOni. This story isn't supposed to have anything to do with HetaOni, by the way. The concept of time just ended up becoming a re-occuring theme as I wrote.


"Tick tock
Blood drips down from the clock
A rather interesting way of killing time
Time will kill you
And I will kill you…in time…"

The tall male called out across the darkened clearing in a sing-song voice, confident that there was no one else around to hear his words. The figure paused, smiling up at the bright silver moon washing his blond hair and violet-tinged blue eyes to black and white. Taking a few more steps deeper into the clearing, he spun around with a wide smile on his innocent face. The clearing that the person was standing in would have been a peaceful place, were it not for its visitor and his company.

"You know…I will find you…eventually
Even if it it means I have to kill all the time in the world"

The figure sang out again, the smile on his face growing wider and dissolving into a horrific sneer. He paused again, tilting his head to the left and letting his hair fall across his face. "Sneaky little thing, thinking that you can creep up behind me like a timid mouse." The male whispered gleefully, taking out a pistol from the pocket of his red sweater and whirling around in one smooth well-practiced motion. "Come out, come out, wherever you are, little mouse!" He continued, soft tone speaking more loudly this time and carrying across the clearing, lazily pointing the pistol towards a treed area with one hand.

A childish giggle and another wider smirk, and the person pulled the trigger, a loud bang ringing out through the air and sending sleeping birds scattering off into the sky. A thud sounded from the direction of the pointed pistol, and the figure moved again, calmly walking towards the noise like he had not a care in the world. "My, my, little mouse. I guess time has run short for you, hasn't it?" He laughed again and bent down to sling the limp body across his shoulder, turning around and walking back the way he came from with the innocent smile adorning his face slowly turning dark and sinister the closer to his home he walked.