I just wanna thank everyone right here, i'm sorry it's been so long!
Anyway, I tried to make this chapter somewhat longer for you guys! Enjoy!
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"And this is where you'll be staying!" America had shown Canada around his home, it was a fairly sized house, not too big and not too small. Now he finally had gotten around to showing him the guest room. Like the rest of his house, it was painted a red white and blue theme. similar to his flag, Canada thought.
The room had a red floor with a blue-ish tint to it. There was a large bed near the center of the room, white with a light red colour to it. And a white window with blue curtains over to the right of the room.
Canada entered the room calmly, placing his bags on the bed. "..Nice room." He says. America walks in after him smiling in the way he normally would.
"Heh, yeah! I thought you'd like it!" He says, placing his arm around his brother's shoulders. "So! Now that ya have seen the house, what'cha wanna do now?" America asks.
Canada smiles over at his brother cooly. "Well...Its pretty late at night.." He was right, it was about 12:30 now, soon to be morning. "Why dont we...uh..'hand out' tomarrow?"
America takes his arm off his brother's shoulder and smirks. "Ha, sure! Whatever ya say bro!" He turned and walked out of the room. "I'll see ya in the morning then!" He says, before closing the door and walking off to his own room.
Canada sighs and sits down on the bed. "About time he left..." He mumbled to himself. He looked over to the bags of his he placed down. He open one, a pure, blood red bag. It was different than the others, the others being a gray-ish white. He places his hand inside the bag, and pulls out the jar of the sticky, metalic liquid. Englands blood. Canada smirks to himself. "Heh heh...he'll love this.." He says to himself, he reaches in the bag again and pulls out another object. He had gotten it right before he left, deciding America might want to be a bit... 'cheered up' afterwards, or that he might want to see England again.
Canada had taken Englands skull, and painted it a nice green, the same colour as the outfit he had worn while Canada killed him without mercy.
He smiles calmly and places the two objects back in the bag, zipping it up. "Wouldnt want him coming in here to see those..." He says to himself. He suddenly hears the doorbell ring from downstairs. He decides to ignore it, it wasnt his house after all. After a few minutes it rings again, annoyed, though it wasnt his house, he gets up walking out of the room. He peeks inside America's room.
'Allready sleep' He thinks. He goes downstairs and opens the door, to see none other than France standing there. "Ah! 'Ello Canada! Is your brother perhaps here?" The frenchman asks. Canada smiles calmly. His outside showing calmness and happyness. While inside he had another plan.
"Oh...Yeah he's here, but he's asleep..." Canada says. "Ah, well may I come in anyway?" France asks. 'Moron.' Canada thinks. "Well...Its not exactly my choice...its not my house..." He says, laughing a bit.
"Ah, well may I talk with you then?" France asks. God he was persistant. Canada sighs, sounding a bit frustrated. But France doesnt seem to know it. "Uh...Sure, let me just...quickly do something, wait out here."
Canada closes the door and heads upstairs. He opened the Red bag he had, pulling out a small pocket knife, small enough to hide in his sleeve without it being noticed, but still sharp enough to kill a man.
He heads back downstairs, knife hidden in his sleeve, and walks out the door. To see France still standing there. "Ah, you did come back! You were in there for quite some time mon-cheri!" Canada sighs inwardly "Y..Yeah I just had to do a few things." He says while laughing. "So...Why did you want to talk to America anyway?" He asks, curious as to know why he would be visiting at such a late hour. "Ah, am I not allowd to visit a firend?" France answers, smiling calmly. 'Friend? I'll be doing the world a favour gettimg rid of you...' Canada forces himself to smile back. "Oh..But uh... why so late?" Canada asks, wanting to get as much information out of him as he can. "Well, do I really need a reason?" France answers. Canada simply glares. "You. You do." He says codly. France stares at Canada. A bit confused to as why his attitude suddenly changed. "Hm? Is there something wrong Canada?"
"Yes. There is" He answers, slowly pulling the knife out of his sleeve. "I'll be doing everyone a favour..." He says walking a bit closer to the frenchman. "W...What are you doing...?" France asks, trying to remain calm, but failing miserably.
Canada begins walking slowly towards France, knife in hand. "H...Heh...what do you think i'm doing...?~" He asks in a sing-song voice.
"Canada-! P..Please think about what you're about to do!" France pleads. "Oh...I've thought about it..." He says, smirking darkly. By now he was nearly face to face with France. He holds the knife this his throat. "Dont worry~ If i'm quick it wont hurt, just stay still~" Canada laughs sadistically. "Listen Canada, I am sorry for anything i've done to you! Just, i'll leave, I wont tell anyone, alright?" Oh, so now he was bribing him for his freedome, Canada thinks. "Hmmm...How about, no~ Atleast you wont be alone, England will be there~" Canada says, laughing a bit more. "What...? You killed England..?" France asks the other nation. "Oh, well... 'killed' is such a horrible word~ I merely... sent him on to another life." He smirked even more, laughing quietly. "And now, you'll join him!" And with that, he quickly sliced the knife accross the perverted nations throat. But that wasn't enough for him, after France fell to the ground, Canada went down with him, stabbing him multiple times in the chest, laughing like a maniac. One he was finished, he dragged the body a bit away, hiding it behind the house, there was a bit of a forest back there. So he merely hid the body in a bush, a while into the Forest. He took off his boots before walking back inside, he wouldnt want America seeing France's blood on the floors, would he?
He looked over to the clock, 1:14 it read. He should really get some sleep, he would collect the blood from France's body later, assuming he could find it again. He headed upstairs, changing quickly into his nightware and went to sleep.'
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When he awoke again it was early in the morning. 8:13. He got up, America wasn't awake yet. He smirked to himself 'good' he thought. He went outside and searched around for where he left the Frenchmans body. He found it in the bush he placed it it. He took a syringe and a jar out, sticking the needle into one of France's veins and pulling out some blood, it hadnt dried out yet, it stopped running, yes. But he could still collect it. He did this a few more times until the jar was filled with the sticky red liquid. he took the jar back inside,hiding France's body again. He got changed quickly and went downstairs into the kitchen, holding the two jars from the other Nations. Now he would begin making his 'present' for his brother.
He began making pancakes like he would usually do for his brother, while at his house atleast. Once finished, he grabbed the two jars, and poured to blood out onto the stack of food. "He'll love this..." He smiles to himself.
Discarding the jars, he took the plate of pancakes into the dining room, to find America sitting at the table. "Hey bro! About time you finished in there!" He says, smiling at his brother. Canada smiles back a tad, placing the pancakes on the table. America looks down at them. "Hey, whats with the red syrup?" He asks, normally Canada would use his famous maple syrup, so he was confused as to why it was a strange shade of red this time.
"Well... I wanted to try something different..." Canada answers calmly. "Oh, so its like a cherry syrup or something?" America asks his borhter, taking a bit of it on his fork. "Yeah...You could say that..."
America took the peice into his mouth. His eyes almost imediatly widened. "..T...This is cherry syrup..."
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Canada held a gun the the back of America's head. "Now, you eat it all~ I made it specially for you~"