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Chapter 2

Canada stared wide-eyed at Mexico, who was smiling pleasantly at him.

"Why do you have to kill me?" Canada asked.

"I'll get to that soon," Mexico said. "But for now… It must not be comfortable on the floor. Why don't you move to the couch?"

Canada simply stared, and Mexico's smile fell.

"That wasn't a suggestion," Mexico said coldly.

Canada flinched, before he stood, clutching the wound on his stomach. He knew that she could have shot him in the back, but he had a feeling that she wanted to tell him, whatever it was. Perhaps… she wanted Canada to understand what she was doing.

Mexico didn't help him move to the couch, and he sat down painfully. Mexico made her way to the armchair across from the couch, sitting on it like a throne.

"Where do I begin?" she said. "Well, I suppose I should start with how it started with me. During the colonial period, when the Spaniards came and… ruined everything, I was approached by someone, right under Spain's nose. He explained to me that he was part of a group that would build the ultimate empire, the likes of which had never been seen. But instead of having a single nation manage everything, it was to be an empire forged by a union of nations. He asked me if I wanted to take part in it. We just had to bide our time, waiting for the right moment. And our leaders told us that it was time."

Canada simply stared. Mexico looked too relaxed.

"Why kill me, then?" Canada asked. "And why did you kill Alfred?"

"The two of you are among the strongest nations in the world," Mexico explained. "For our plan to work, we need to eliminate the threats. However, you would have died either way. I was promised North America. The Aztec Empire would return, larger and stronger than before. It's really a shame, though. I really do like you. You were a sweet brother."

Canada didn't answer, instead glancing towards America.

"Who else is dead?" Canada asked.

"If everything went well," Mexico said, "then the rest of the G7 should be dead. You're the last."

Canada felt a jolt when he heard that. England, France… This group that Mexico belonged to… They killed them.

"Who else is in your group?" Canada asked, nervously looking towards Mexico.

He was stalling, but he knew that he didn't have too long. His body wasn't rejecting the bullet, and he was losing a lot of blood. He wondered if it was possible for Mexico's group to have found a way to kill a nation.

"I don't see how that would matter," Mexico said. "But we have members all over the world."

Canada swallowed, before asking the one question that had really been burning in his mind.

"What exactly did you do to Alfred?" Canada asked.

Mexico didn't answer immediately, probably trying to figure out what exactly he meant by the question. Eventually she smiled.

"An interesting thing I share with the South American members," Mexico said. "It's a hunger for human flesh. We had to keep that part of us hidden. You have no idea how torturous it was. And the flesh of nations is even sweeter than the flesh of humans. So, you can probably forgive me for taking advantage of the situation. A fresh corpse in front of me… Of course, it would be better if he was still alive. But the gringo has too much strength, and he would have given me problems. And even though you're strong too, you're still manageable."

Canada felt bile rise in his throat. She was… She was intending to…

"I can see by the look on your face that you realise what's in store for you," Mexico said. "And judging by your skin tone, you're not long in passing out. And considering those bullets are designed to kill nations… If you try to run now, you wouldn't get far. So, what are you going to do?"

Canada's mind was torn. He had a few options. One of them involved allowing himself to be killed by Mexico. The others all brought him to safety. However, there was a secret involved that he didn't want to reveal. But if he died, then the knowledge of what he learned from Mexico would die with him. And he needed to warn the others.

"Ainâmor," he said.

…

Romania yawned, not for the first time that night. He hated when he had to work late. There were a million other things that he would rather do.

He jumped in surprise when there was a sudden burst of light, and once the light faded, there was a barely conscious figure on the floor.

His stomach dropped. It was a spell that they had cast on their allies so long ago. In case of emergency. They needed to bleed, and then say the name of someone – one of their allies – backwards, and in that ally's native language. It wasn't often that this was invoked.

So, once Romania recovered from his shock, he rushed to the other's side. He felt a jolt when he saw that it was Canada, looking so pale that he was almost completely white.

"What happened?" Romania demanded.

"They… murdered…" Canada gasped. "Call… others…"

And then he promptly passed out. A negative effect of the spell was that it was draining. But Romania didn't know if that was the reason why he passed out.

Romania rolled Canada over onto his back, and his eyes widened when he saw the large red stain on his front. Romania had a feeling that he couldn't wait for Canada to heal on his own, so he immediately set to work, muttering a healing spell.

He faltered when he felt something, and he realised that it was the bullet that had been used to shoot Canada. He used his magic to extract the bullet, and again to analyse it. What he learned worried him even more, and he immediately continued to heal Canada. He knew from the bullet that if he continued to delay, then Canada might actually die. And he knew of someone that would not be happy about it.

Once the wound was healed and Canada no longer in danger of dying, Romania turned to the bullet again. Something like this… It needed to be reported. And what did Canada mean when he said 'murdered'?

Romania bit his lip. There were two nations that he knew that he needed to tell about it. Their leader, and Canada's lover. The only question was, who to call first?

…

Mexico blinked in surprise, before she jumped to her feet. Canada was gone. He just disappeared. She knew that he wasn't invisible – his invisibility never had any effect on them. So where…?

She bit her lip, before removing her phone. She needed to call Romano. And… uh oh.

Her eyes widened as she recalled that she had told Canada quite a lot. She liked him, and didn't want him to die without knowing why. But seeing as he had just disappeared…

"Mexico?" Romano asked, pulling her from her thoughts. "Is everything alright?"

"Canada just disappeared," Mexico said. "I can't sense him anywhere nearby. And he was pretty hurt as well. I have no idea how…"

"Calm down," Romano ordered. "How much does he know?"

Mexico winced.

"He knows that we've been conspiring," she said. "I'm sorry. I just… I wanted him to understand that it wasn't personal, and…"

"What else does he know?" Romano snapped.

"He knows that there are members all over the world, but I didn't give any names. He also knows that the G7 was killed. Well, except for him…"

"And Switzerland couldn't get to France. Anything else?"

"Just that me and the South Americans are cannibals."

"That one isn't too serious. America's been dealt with?"

"Si."

"Good. We'll find Canada. The fact that he knows that there's a group of us means that he wouldn't be too quick to go looking for help. He wouldn't know who to trust. But, none of our research showed that Canada could use magic."

"I know. It doesn't make sense!"

"Calm down. We'll fix this. We'll find Canada before he could warn anyone else."

"I'm really sorry."

Romano hung up, and she dejectedly turned to America. She dialled another number.

"Cariño," she said, "I need you right now."

…

Romania had moved Canada to his guest room, and he was no longer alone. Two other nations were there as well. They were waiting for Canada to wake up so that they could get some answers.

Canada groaned, and the other three were immediately by his side. Canada's eyes opened, and they immediately found their way to his lover.

"Damjan?" he whispered.

"Matthew," the other said, sitting down next to Canada. "Are you alright? Who did this to you?"

"Mexico," he said, before turning to their leader. "It looks like we're not the only ones."

The leader gritted his teeth, furious that one of his friends had been attacked like that.

"Matthew, I need you to explain exactly what happened," he said.

…

Prussia was a little happier now, as they had gone to a bar to get drunk. He was downing a bottle of beer when his phone rang, and he quickly answered it.

"Kesese, this is the awesome Prussia," he said.

"Gilbert, I hope you're not too drunk."

Prussia's smile fell. That voice and that tone… It didn't spell anything good. He quickly glanced towards France and Spain before slipping away, trying to find a quiet place to speak.

"Did something happen?" Prussia asked.

"Matthew was attacked by Mexico. America's dead as well, and it seems that there are others as well. They specifically targeted the G7."

Prussia felt his stomach drop. The G7… That meant…

"What happened to Ludwig?" he asked.

"We don't know. Where are you now?"

"I'm with Antonio and Francis."

"France is still alive?"

"Ja. But what about my brother?"

"How close to Germany are you?"

"I'm in Spain."

"…Not close enough, then. If you want, I can send someone to check on Germany. But it might be a good idea to keep an eye on France. There's a possibility that the only reason why he's still alive is because he was with you. And we'll need to check on the others as well."

Prussia swallowed nervously.

"Let me know if you know anything about West," Prussia said. "And I'll keep Franny safe. And Tonio."

"Thank you."

Prussia hung up the phone, and he immediately called his brother. The phone rang and rang, until it finally died. He bit his lip, trying to keep the tears inside. If his brother really had been killed…

He would find out who did it and he would make them pay. Perhaps he should start with Mexico…

He shook his head. He couldn't jeopardise their plans. He would wait. They had waited for centuries. He could wait a little longer.

…

The nation groaned when she heard the phone ring, disturbing her slumber. She glared at the device, feeling slightly relieved when she saw that it was the leader, since he would obviously understand what time it was.

"What is it?" she asked, yawning.

"Sorry for waking you. When is the African Union meeting?"

"In two days. And it's not the Union, since non-members are coming too. Why?"

"And who's the host?"

"Speaking."

"Good. You remember those contracts we spoke about?"

"Yeah…"

"We're going to use them."

She was silent for a moment, her fatigue fading away.

"Is it time?" she asked.

"I would have wanted to wait a bit longer, but we're being forced into action. Matthew was attacked, and America's dead."

At that moment, she was wide awake.

"What?" she asked.

"They apparently targeted the G7. And I already tried calling Japan, England, Germany and Italy. France is with Gilbert, so we know that he's safe. For now. But the fact that none of the others answered… I'm going to send some of the others to investigate as soon as possible."

She swallowed nervously.

"Matthew said that they were planning for a long time," he continued. "Just like us. But it would seem as though conquest is their goal. Mexico plans to return the Aztec Empire. And… Matthew said that Mexico is a cannibal. And according to her, so are her South American allies."

Her stomach dropped. Thinking of their allies in South America…

"Did Matthew learn about any other members?" she asked.

"Mexico didn't tell him."

"…So, we're starting our plans?"

"Yes. There's one other thing I want you to do."

She listened intently, and solemnly closed her eyes.

"Alright," she said. "I'll tell the others first thing tomorrow morning. So, who's going to deliver the contracts?"

"I'll send Vlad with them. I want you to be careful. This assignment is very important."

"Don't worry. I know."

The call was disconnected, and she checked the time on her phone. She sighed. It was still a long way until morning, but she doubted that she would get any sleep, all things considered. She couldn't contact any of the others yet, since it was still an ungodly hour to do so. Honestly, what she had to say could wait.

She quickly scrolled through her contacts, wanting to speak to someone. She quickly dialled, hearing the reassuring tone on the other side.

"Hi my preciosa," the one on the other side said. "This is a pleasant surprise. What time is it over there?"

"A time when I should be sleeping," she said. "But I can't. Skat, do you know about any cannibals in your part of the world?"

"Cannibals?!"

She winced. She knew that it was a sore spot for him.

"I… I can't think of anyone. Why?"

"Because apparently, Mexico is one."

"M-Mexico?"

"And a few South Americans. As it turns out, we're not the only ones that lied to the rest of the world. America's also dead, along with most of the G7. And if there are cannibals in South America… You need to be careful."

"…Thanks," he whispered. "I hope we'll hear official confirmation soon."

"I'm sure we will."

…

North Korea stretched as he made his way to his computer. He always checked his emails first thing in the morning, and before he went to sleep. Not that he got a lot of messages. Not a lot of nations wanted to speak with him. And thanks to his government, his access was restricted. Still, he had access to a secret line that his allies used.

He blinked at the screen in surprise. He actually did have a message. From the leader, no less. He smiled, wanting to hear the news. Perhaps it was time, and he could finally change his situation.

Although it was confirmation that they would be starting, the reasons explained in the email made him feel a bit nauseous.

There was another group that had operated in secret. One that appeared to use lethal force. Canada was attacked by a member of this group, and America was confirmed dead. The group had targeted the G7, and only France was confirmed to be alive out of them. Investigations would be launched to see if the others were, in fact, dead as well.

North was asked to see if he could sneak into Japan to investigate. He quickly typed a reply that acknowledged that he would, though it might take a while. The reply was immediate, saying that he could take all the time that he needed, though urgency should still be taken into account.

As North busied himself with getting ready, his thoughts wandered, wondering who would do something like that. And he froze when he realised something crucial.

South Korea. To everyone except North, he was a sweet, cheerful child, but to his brother, he was a sadist, enjoying torturing the North Korean. So when the day came that South started acting nice to him, North was immediately alert. After all, one didn't change like that. And even though South stopped torturing him, treated him politely, and acted worried about his well-being, North never could relax around South. He was always on his guard, and expected South to reveal the farce any time. And during the Korean war, North expected South to reveal his true self. It came in small doses, and once again, only in North's presence. To the rest of the world, North was the evil twin, all because of his retaliations.

North could imagine that South would be a member of this group. He was certainly sadistic enough. And the way that he could fool everyone…

Well, not everyone. North's allies were on their guard as well. They had heard North's stories of how South had tormented him. And they had seen the few scars that he carried from those times. One of the reasons why North was so loyal to them was because they believed him.

He quickly made his way back to his computer, sending another message with his suspicions regarding South Korea. It took a while, but there soon came a reply that they would investigate. North could choose whether or not he wanted to be a part of that group.

He hesitated for a moment, before saying that he would. If South really was involved in something like this, then North wanted to be there to see his true colours.

…

Romano flinched as his phone rang. The call was unexpected, and if it was one of their members, then it couldn't be something good.

Only… it wasn't one of their own. Romano groaned when he saw who was calling, and he wondered whether or not he should answer.

"He called me too," Italy said, and Romano turned to his brother. "I ignored the call. It's only a matter of time before they find the dead nations. We'll need to pretend that we're dead too."

"You're probably right," Romano said, and after a few more seconds the device was silenced.

Yeah, the big twist is that there are two organisations.