CHAPTER 3


Step 3: First Kill

I may not be the truth, but I'm not a lie

I am what I know you're hiding inside.

The first is the worst, you all like to say

Well I am different, I see it this way:

It won't be the worst, and it won't be the one;

The beginning is going to be the most fun.


Hong Kong was surprised for a moment when he woke up. He had completely forgotten about all the events of yesterday. And so he was a little more than shocked when he awoke in a bed that was not his.

And then he remembered that he was in Bulgaria's household. Yes that was right. He was in Bulgaria's castle but Bulgaria…. And they had been forced to spend the night. And he had gotten stuck with South Korea.

Thinking of South Korea, Hong Kong glanced over at the bed next to him. It was empty and made. He lay in an identical bed. The room was actually fairly spacious. Hong Kong sat up, yawned, and stretched. He then looked out the pathetic excuse for a window on his right. Through the bars he could see that the sun had already risen. Hong Kong sighed. He didn't usually sleep this late. And he definitely didn't wake up after Korea.

Hong Kong realized suddenly that he was hungry. He completely abandoned his previous train of thought and wondered what they were going to do for breakfast. They had found food last night and were most likely cooking some of it for breakfast.

He began to pull himself out of bed when China opened the door.

In a cheery, too-excited-for-the-morning voice, he said, "Hong Kong, Korea, we made some breakfast and—" China stopped midsentence.

Hong Kong gave him a questioning look. The elder nation looked disturbed. His wide, brown eyes held surprise and fear in them. Hong Kong noticed that China was quivering slightly. He followed China's gaze, which was directed at something above his head and behind him.

He saw then, what China was so disturbed by. He then decided something.

Hong Kong was not a morning person.

.

Iceland preferred the mornings, he really did. He liked sunrises. But waking up in an unfamiliar home with a bunch of other nations did dampen his mood a bit.

Norway lied in the bed to his left, still asleep. Norway usually woke up before him though….

Making a small sound of indifference, he got up, and walked out of the room. It was no problem; he had simply worn what he was wearing yesterday to bed. He trudged slowly down the stairs. They spiraled. It seemed odd that Bulgaria just happened to own a huge house that had bedrooms and three floors. It was too large, how was anyone going to find their way around this place? Whatever, it was his house; the man could do whatever he wanted.

He smelled something especially delicious as he walked down the hallways. He simply followed the smell until he came into the kitchen. The kitchen fit the house well. It was huge as well, with everything and anything necessary to feed an army.

France was cooking something. Whatever it was, it didn't look that bad.

Maybe France was good for some things.

Iceland was about to ask where everyone else was, when Ukraine walked in.

It really was hard not to stare at her chest.

But if she noticed she didn't show it. Instead she smiled at Iceland and told him that the others were in the dining hall.

France turned at her voice. "Ah, good morning Iceland!" He smiled brightly, as if he didn't care at all that they couldn't get out of the house and there was a likely dead nation a few hallways over. He then turned back to cooking.

Iceland didn't respond, rather, he kept an impassive expression. He wondered why Ukraine was helping France cook, because why would anyone want to be in a room alone with the pervert? But then he remembered that Ukraine was always so nice. And she cried a lot… And France probably asked her especially…because she had very…large…assets….

Iceland was not staring, mind you.

He turned and walked towards the dining hall. There he saw that many others were up as well. Small conversations were held, and overall it seemed pretty quiet. Must be because America wasn't up yet. He sat down at a very long table that somehow seemed like it would fit everyone.

Iceland was bored. He didn't mind being alone, there was just a severe lack of violence. It greatly amused him to watch Denmark get beat up by Norway. But both were currently absent. What a shame. So he contented himself with staring at the wall.

China burst into the dining room loudly. He was panting hard from running. He crouched over in fatigue and took a while to catch his breath. He looked perturbed.

"South Korea…" He looked as if he were about to hyperventilate.

"Something wrong, China?" Asked Lithuania, who rushed over to help China.

"Just…go to his room."

Iceland had forgotten that Hong Kong was sharing with South Korea. He was mildly surprised to find someone already in the room when he entered. But he didn't show any signs of being shocked. Hong Kong hadn't even noticed that Iceland had entered.

Hong Kong had turned around to see what had alarmed China.

He hadn't moved from the position.

South Korea hadn't woke up before him. South Korea was dead.

Taiwan was scared. Very scared. She had walked in with some other nations, to see what had happened to South Korea. She wanted to know what had provoked the 4000 year old nation so. And she found South Korea.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

South Korea was pinned to the wall behind Hong Kong directly above his head. When Hong Kong woke up, he wouldn't have seen the body hanging behind him. There was a long metal pole stuck right through where Korea's heart most likely was that lodged in the wall, pinning him. Taiwan recognized the pole from one of those cliché suits of armor always found in castles…. She had definitely seen some of those yesterday. His arms fell down limply at his sides. The area around the wound was a dark red. There were also multiple stabs in Korea's chest. Blood ran down the walls.

To the left of the gruesome spectacle was a message scrawled in messy, slanted handwriting. "He was only the first."

The message glinted in a glossy, scarlet color and trickled down the wall.

Taiwan ran out of the room to vomit.

"So…you think that it's not a joke?" England sat at the table with everyone else. They had all been woken up and made aware of the situation. Breakfast was long forgotten, and no one probably had the appetite anyway.

"It just seems so planned. How there are enough bedrooms—of all things. And how there's enough food for a siege. As if someone were planning our staying here." Said Hong Kong. While others were in some kind of shock, he remained stoical, refusing to show any emotions.

"It could still be a joke," Said Monaco. "Others could be in on it."

"That's one sick joke. I don't think you can fake death that good…." Whispered Taiwan. She had stopped crying a while ago. But the image was stuck in her head. South Korea had always pissed everyone off… but he didn't deserve that.

Silence overtook the nations (and Sealand, and Hong Kong, and Prussia). There was much to be said…. But no one spoke.

"Can't we get out of here somehow? Can we call someone or something?" Asked America.

"We've tried it already. We couldn't get a signal. It could've been knocked out by the storm, or we could just be in a bad location." Stated Germany.

"Is there nothing else? There's a freaking killer here and we're just sitting here!" Cuba exclaimed.

"I still think it's a joke." Said Monaco quietly.

"I don't think it's a joke. There's a killer and it's one of us! Remember that note!" Romania said, raising his voice.

"You seem so sure there's a killer, Romania." Austria pointed out. "For all we know, you could be it."

"Why would I kill Bulgaria?" Romania replied. He looked away and shook his head. Quietly he spoke. "He was my friend."

It was evident. They had all seen his reaction to Bulgaria's body. It wasn't likely that Romania would do that.

The conversation was dropped. Silent glances were exchanged, though, and it seemed like the game had finally begun.

One person was enjoying it all. One person who liked to be called Truth.

The conversation was forgotten. The topic was abandoned and everyone had dispersed.

"I wonder when it will be my turn to speak."

Canada was forgotten too.

Hong Kong returned to the room he had slept in last night. It was still around noon. He was very surprised to see that there was a short blonde in his room already.

Liechtenstein heard him come in. She turned around quickly in surprise, but calmed when she noticed it was him. "Ah, I'm sorry. I was just…" She trailed off, but gestured to what was Korea.

Hong Kong tilted his head in confusion. Why would Liechtenstein be here, of all people? Did she even know South Korea? And how on earth did she get away from her overprotective brother?

The small girl continued. "Brother didn't want me to see the body, but I was curious. I am not that terrified of gore, it's okay. I just thought that maybe someone should…move him, or something. You're going to have to sleep here again, right?"

Hong Kong still said nothing. But he noticed that she had made the assumption that they would stay here again tonight.

He helped her move the body from the wall. She looked so tiny and fragile; he wondered how on earth she would have been able to move it herself.

"Where should we move it?" He asked, finally saying something.

"I don't know…for now, let's just put it with Bulgaria's body." She responded.

And they lifted it. It was kind of gross. Hong Kong looked like he was going to be sick, and Liechtenstein looked a bit queasy too. It smelled. Blood did not smell that good. Liechtenstein was evidently more mature than she looked. They managed to reach the office where Bulgaria's body lay still, unmoved, without running into anybody.

The pair set the body next to Bulgaria. They stared at it for a while.

'I feel… like we should do something or something." Liechtenstein said. "I mean, they're just there, and it's so…" She trailed off, unable to find the words to say.

Hong Kong didn't really get what she was trying to convey, but he moved the bodies so that they lied parallel to each other.

"Perhaps later we can get Sweden to fashion coffins for them or something." He suggested. He knew that Sweden was good for things like that.

Liechtenstein brightened and thanked him. "I'm sorry to bother you… it was just something I wanted to do. I appreciate your help." She gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks again, I'd love to talk to you some more, but I have to go. Brother has probably killed Austria by now." And she walked out of the room.

So that was how she got away from her brother, Hong Kong mused. He turned to exit, but was distracted by the note from yesterday that lay forgotten on the desk. He picked it up and reread it and then set it back down.

He left then, not bothering to look at the other side. The side with the multiple numbers. Next to the 1, Bulgaria's name was printed. Directly underneath it: "South Korea No. 2"


A/N Okay, this was kinda a fail too. Random character appearances ftw. I really have no idea what to do for the next chapter. Who should I kill? hmmmmmmmm...

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT KILLING SOUTH KOREA. HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO GROPE ANYONE. now I have to like, write him a oneshot or something. And I feel like I'm neglecting characters. I'm going to try and include all of them before I mercilessly kill them...