Aaaaand... This is it, chapter three! As I said, someone killed here. And I guess you won't agree why I killed him first, but I have my plot and reasons. It's not like I wan't him to die, though. I think he's a very sweet boy.

So, enjoy it (or not) and please tell me what you think!

-Wednesday-

Canada died.

Why- I'd never know. How could someone out there killed such an innocent, sweet young man... WHY?

No more hero crap from America. No more sarcastic comment from England, no more happy words beamed from Italy. Even that Commie Bastard know when to shut the hell up.

We found his body this morning, lying lifeless in the printing room. He was pushed by someone from the editing room above it, just a room away from where we sleep. His skull was shattered like egg, his brain- I won't describe it. Images that burned into my mind are more than enough. I will never eat pancakes with maple syrup again.

America, France and England could only stare while I, West, China and Russia worked our way to move Canada to a safe place. We couldn't bury him here, so we moved him to a secluded room. I tried my best not to sway, but my limbs failed me. There's bitter lump in my throat that made my voice hoarse. To make things worse, France started rambling in french, Italy was crying to Japan, and America started to punched some old paper-printing machines to channel his sadness and anger. I myself took a good part of it, beat the shit outta those cold steel, felt not even close to better. Fuck. What kind of monster would kill Canada out of all people!? He doesn't deserve any of this.

Struck with grief, America begin to think. It wasn't a good omen, since he accused that one of us killed Canada. Can you believe that crap? Why would ANY of US killed Canada?

He said that only a nation can kill another nation. He also mention that there's no sign of fight anywhere and the fact that we didn't hear he screamed whatsoever yesterday night, so he might be killed by someone he knew. He had some good points, but I don't think anyone can be cruel enough to calmly kill that syrup-loving nation. Except Russia. But even this was beyond his line of cruelty.

America demanded to be separated from his brother's murderer, or in his opinion, us. Truth to be told, I don't care what happened to that little shit if he's being this hard-headed. He was the one who drag us here, so he shared some responsibilities for his twin's death, as I not so kindly reminded him between our argument. Serves him right.

China, being the oldest and wisest, didn't agreed for us to be separated, since who knows what might happen later, but the hero-complex nation just storm off to Gott knows where. England ran after him. Russia said that he wanted to examine the whole factory alone once more, ignored China's protest. He was so damn calm and I don't like it. I told China to let him be. He could walk straight to hell as far I know and I couldn't care less.

I'm not in the mood to eat. It already hours since we last saw America, England, and that Commie Bastard, and my goddamn watch broke. There's only West, Italy, France and China besides me; Japan has gone almost one hour ago to search for our missing allies. I hope they will come back soon; It's not like I care, but I have a very bad feeling, and my hunch usually right.

I wish I could took France to a bar. That poor bastard and I can really use a big mug of cold beer right now.

Don't worry Canada, I swear to Old Fritz that I will find whoever did this to you and avenge you.