England gagged a bit as Canada's knife dug into his throat, leaving a trickling trail of blood. "C-Canada? Thank god you're alive! I had thought for sure you were done for, you have no idea how worried I was, I-" England was cut short as Canada wedged the blade a small bit deeper, hissing.

"Save me The false sympathy, Arthur. You hardly looked back you two started running. Now look at what you've done..." He growled, wrenching England's head to look at America by his hair. "... As always, I'm the easy one to leave behind, I'm invisible, or disposable. Forgettable. So worthless. Flesh eating monsters start appearing- lets run for our lives! Band together and survive, eh? But let's just ditch the younger brother!" He seethed, tightening his grip on England's hair until strands started being pulled out. England whimpered, bit didn't move for his sake.

"It's not like that at all! There was nothing we could do! If we went back, all three of us would have died! I'm sorry! But we can't just-"

"SHUT UP. I don't want to hear it! You've all traded me out at some point! So you assumed me dead, eh? Then why did nobody come to check out of hope, at the very least? Why didn't anyone even try to go back for what would be left of the body?"

By now, France was waking up quietly behind them, silently assessing the situation. Canada walked around England, keeping the knife pressed to his throat still. It was then that England could see the extended damage done to the smaller nation. He was pale, and deep bite marks covered the majority of his skin. They had clearly stopped bleeding, but the skin around the wounds was risen and dead from being soaked for an extensive amount of time. Blackened veins stretched in a web over one side of his neck, and his hands were drenched in blood- a visible chunk of flesh was missing from his wrist, and it was evident that he had gotten his hands into something disturbingly messy. A pang of guilt washed over England- what was done was probably irreversible. He opened his mouth to explain, but Canada just laughed quietly. He smiled sadly at England.

"I know... You forgot. Forgot that you left me behind." he whispered. "And... I'm done being forgotten. So maybe now... At least people will see me. They will remember me." he muttered, letting the sentence hang in the air. A grin snuck its way onto his face, and his eyes seemed to glow in the dark room as he stared England in the eyes. "...They will remember me for killing you."

Canada replaced the knife with his own hand, clutching England's throat. He reared back slightly, and thrust the knife into England's chest. He giggled maniacally, twisting the knife and listening to it make a brief tearing sound. England screamed, and America whimpered in unheard protest.

"Does it hurt, England?! Because I can promise..." He growled, laughing and wrenching the knife into England's chest further "... It hurts nothing compared to the absolute hell of having living beings wrench the flesh from your body and make you watch!"

Canada removed the knife from England's chest, letting the older nation fall onto him. He stood there, laughing to the sound of England's choked breath, the gurgling sound of blood making the damage evident. Canada hugged England close, rocking slightly, giggling.

"I win. I win. I win. You see me now? You can see me now." he stuttered, giggling hysterically. "I'll let America eat your corpse if he dies with the virus. Haha! How's that for family?! You still get to ensure the glut doesn't starve~!" Canada smiled down at his brother, who was returning the glance with an angry and unrelenting glare. Canada didn't notice France stand and draw his sword while his attention was turned. "Oh don't look at me like that Al. I'm sure you're already hungry. You're always hungry! Maybe you'd like to try-"

"Nobody. Will be eating Arthur." France hissed, gently setting the end of his cutlass at Canada's throat. Canada slowly looked up, smiling.

"Looks like papa woke from his nap, eh? Don't tell me the floor was so comfortable that you simply had to give me time to rid myself of this old thing~?" he whispered, smiling and releasing England, who fell to the floor in a shuddering heap. France stared in horror, but did his best to turn his focus to Canada.

"Well I would have been along sooner if I wasn't helped by some syrup bottle-wielding lunatic. Now I promise not to hurt you if you let your brother go, and let me take him and Arthur to treat them back to health." he demanded, pressing the blade to Canada's throat menacingly.

Canada raised his chin in caution to the sword, let his grin remain unrelenting. "I thought you and I had a deal?" He cooed.

"You broke your end of that bargain."

"Well... Not quite."

"You know what I'm talking about! No damn loopholes! If you intended to keep your part then you probably shouldn't have come to the meeting in the first place! Now let me take those two away from here or I'll slit your throat right here!" France yelled, shakily pressing the sword into Canada's throat. His eyes grew slightly in fear- he didn't want to kill anyone. Especially not someone he would have otherwise protected with his life.

Canada laughed, nodding slightly. "Fine. Take your crippled friends. I'll get all of them soon enough. I really didn't want to hurt you papa. But... I'm not going to sit idly and starve." he sneered, dropping his pocket knife in defeat. He turned and unlocked America's cuffs, and America in turn did all in his effort to scamper to the farthest corner from him. He weakly scurried on his hands and knees below Canada and across the room, where he slowed until he finally slumped into the ground with fatigue. The collective chunks of flesh that were missing from his abdomen seemed to be dropping blood in mass quantities, leaving a think trail. Canada grinned in pleasure, picking his teeth.

France collected a gagging England, pulling him over his shoulder and stopped to look at Canada warningly, although he only appeared smug with the reaction. He hefted America's unconscious body over the other shoulder, now slow under weight, and left, passing a dangerous glance at Canada one last time.

When France was gone, Canada grinned- pulling America's pistol and England's revolver from either coat pocket.

"Catch me now unarmed, papa... We can see who's stronger." He emptied both guns and threw them on his bed, laughing.

"... I just guess it will be cat-and-mouse from here on out. Haha. Well. Let the games begin~."


(A/N) yay! Another chapter. What deal did France and Canada make?! What are they hiding?! Why is Canada already nearly dead and zombified?! What on earth was he talking about that he said he should have never agreed to in the second chapter?! Does America die- or England?!

Lol not telling! But if you stick around you'll find out~!

-Lorulynn