Death Club:Plan B?

~x~X~At France's Room~X~x~

Antarctica smiled and giggled flirtatiously as he served the Cordon Bleu to her.

"Ah, Ma belle, do you like eet?" France asked after they had both taken a bite. "I worked hard on it, just for you!"

"I love it Francis, I don't know of anyone who could have made it better~ It's very delicious!"

He smiled, playing into her trap.

"I'm glad zat my 'ard work weell not go to waste!"

"Of course not! It would be a crime to let this fine cuisine go uneaten!"

"You are too sweet, Antarctica. Now, may I ask a personal question of you?"

Antarctica froze.

She didn't like questions.

Had he figured it out?

Should she cut him open now with that serving knife, even though it was disgusting and unclean?

How should she deal with this?

What was she supposed to do?

"What eez your 'uman name? It feelz awfully formal to be calling you by your Countree name."

Antarctica blushed. It was just that.

"Aurora."

France's eyes widened. "Wow! Eet eez zuch a preety name! Mon chérie, Aurora! 'ow sweet!"

Antarctica leaned across the table and pressed her lips to the Frenchman's.

Soon, dinner had been forgotten and they were making out on the bed.

His tongue was exploring her mouth expertly, and she kept making sensual little noises.

Anything to keep his attention on her mouth and not the knife she was preparing to stab him with.

France was moaning into her mouth when she swiftly buried the knife in his back.

His scream was muffled by her mouth.

Antarctica felt his warm blood spill over her hands and pulled the blade out.

France pulled away from her and used her shoulders to hold himself up.

"Ce que l'enfer? W-what are y-you doing? Pourquoi voudriez-vous faire cela? Arrêter de sourire comme ça!"

"Because, I want to. Did you really think that I wanted you? Newsflash francy-pants! No-one wants you and no-one ever will. Why would they?"

Antarctica relished in that belle look of fear that was in his eyes.

She didn't notice that, while France was screaming from the pain of her next stab, a soft knock echoed on the door, and she certainly didn't notice the semi-emotionless brown orbs peek into the door.

Oh, how could she have noticed that when the sweet sound of pain was resounding through her head?

"A-aurora, s'il vous plaît! I'm b-begging you! J-jus' stop an' I promeese zat I vill not te-AHHHHHHHH!"

Antarctica laughed at his words.

"You, my friend, would be an idiot not to tell if I let you live. Which, of course, I will not. But, since I do not hate you as much, I will make your death less painful than our dear friend Yao's."

France looked up at her in disbelief.

"Monster! Monster! How could you! 'e was your ami!"

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Y-you two... were a couple, non?"

"I hated every second that that bastard was touching me. Do you want to know how I lost my virginity, dear Country of Love? He raped me. He raped me when I was a young country, and I hated him. I hated him with every ounce of my being."

France's eyes darkened with hatred for his dead friend and he coughed wetly, spilling blood onto her skirt and laying his head on her lap.

"I-I understand. No man would rape a woman. No real man would rape a child. I understand why you hated eem. B-but, Aurora, why didn't you say anyzing? You must 'ave been 'urting inside. Why?"

Antarctica felt tears sting her eyes.

"I didn't want to bother any of you. It happened a long time ago and I was scared t-that I'd get laughed at for being hung up over something... so... long ago!"

Tears spilled from her eyes and the Frenchman reached a hand up to caress her face.

"Ma belle. Ma belle. You should 'ave told someone sooner, before you sent Yao to his deathbed. Before you got 'ere tonight, 'elping me to mine. Jus' tell zomeone. They'll 'elp. I promesse you, I promesse."

Antarctica carressed his face with a bloody hand.

"I think that help has come a little too late for me."

She pressed a kiss to France's and stabbed him, one final time, in his heart.

~x~X~In England's Hotel Room~X~x~

England looked up to see his door slam open and a frantic and sobbing Japan appear in his room. He felt like he was in one of those video games.

Look! A wild Upset Japan has appeared! What do you do?

a. run awayyyyy b. capture and comfort

b. capture and interrogate c. capture, comfort, and interrogate

England opened his arms and Japan ran straight into them.

"Shh Kiku, it's alright. What did you see?"

"A-Antarctica! I went to F-Francis-kun's, and she stabbed him! She stabbed him, and brood frowed everywhere! I was so scared! T-they tarked for a whire, and t-then s-she kirred him Arthur! She kirred him!"

Arthur froze in his comforting gestures.

"T-the frog is... dead?"

England's heart broke as Japan nodded. He hadn't been as close friends with Yao, hadn't had had much history with him.

But he'd known Francis since they were children.

They had so much history together...

Francis had always been there.

He'd been there for every tear, every fight, every relationship.

He'd been right there, by his side.

And now he was gone.

Taken away by Antarctica.

The most sane one.

The one with a sweet deposition and a rationality as poisonous as snake venom.

The one who'd dated Yao for as long as he could remember.

Yao, one of her other victims.

Arthur found himself hating her with every ounce of his being for taking away the-

No. His frog.

England promised himself, he would avenge the flirty Frenchman if it was the last thing he did.

Okay! I felt a little guilty with france's death. I liked China's more! Less talky, More body parts :) So, the french translations (don't blame me... blame Google...)

ce que l'enfer? - what the hell?

pourquoi voudriez-vous faire cela? - why would you do this?

arrêter de sourire comme ça! - stop smiling like that!

s'il vous plaît! - please!

Monster! - monster!(seriously!)

Ami - friend

promesse - promise