He was hanging by his scarf, from a metal pipe connected to the roof that America was certain was not there before. Long, sharp nails stuck through him on various places, his chest, arms, legs, even one going through his scarf and into his neck.

America felt like he was going to puke. Not only the mockery in hanging him with his beloved scarf, and a pipe like the one he always carried with him, was what made America feel so sick. It was the fact that someone would do this to anyone, even Russia of all people, and get it done so quickly.

He couldn't believe that these people could kill Russia, Russia, so quickly. He was known for being large and insanely strong. If these people could get rid of him as easily as that, with probably almost no sound, though it was hard to tell with everyone being so loud and freaked out when the room became dark, America guessed they would be able to get rid of the others much quicker.

America was absolutely terrified by now. Terrified for his life, especially. He thought nations couldn't die. He was always told that unless their country was destroyed, it would be impossible to kill them.

And none of the other countries were working against them with something like this, were they? The thought made him worry about his trust in some of the nations, but mainly the ones that weren't there.

America tried to clear his mind, not think about the bloody mess of a now dead enemy of his that was directly in front of him. Most of the other nations were freaking out about the scene. Ukraine was crying and Belarus was frozen, and America only realized then it was Belarus who had said those two words while the rest of them were stunned for a simple moment.

And then America remembered that Echo had explained to them that someone with an important role in the killed country's lives, and he wondered. Would either of Russia's sisters be the next to die?

America didn't know much about Ukraine. He never talked to her very much, though she seemed kind, and a bit awkward, the few times he did. America wouldn't mind Belarus being gone, but how much pain would that cause for any others, especially Ukraine?

America couldn't help but feel sympathy for the two. They probably both thought one of the was going to die soon, and leave the other alone, with both of their siblings gone.

But who else could have an important role in Russia's life? The country was basically unloved, feared by some of the nations, hates by others. Who would even give the large Russian the chance to grow close?

"It seems you all are shocked greatly by round 1's first death!" Echo's voice came over the room. America still had no idea whether there was a hidden speaker, or what, but he shook his head, knowing it was an idiotic time to think about something so trivial. "I'm glad my hard work has succeeded! Now, I know that you probably think it's one of the Russian's sisters that will be the important one killed, but you are wrong! I am very happy to admit that it was his lover! Shocking, right? The unloved with a lover? That would never be possible!" Echo broke off into very insane-sounding laughter. "Oh, but it is true, and it will become very obvious in only a moment, my friends! I'll see you when it does!" Her voice cut off, leaving America extremely confused. Out of all the years the two nations knew each other, America had never seen any proof of Russia ever being in such a relationship as that? What country could've felt about him that way, and was so good at hiding it that none of them even had a chance to realize it before all of this? And was there really someone like this who knew more about the other countries than they did about themselves? How in the world was anyone able to learn that, especially a mortal, or even a group of mortals?

"Who was she talking about?" America asked nobody in particular, voicing his original thoughts about the situation. "Who could've felt about Russia in that way, out of the people we know?"

Many of the others glanced at each other, and it seemed none of them had an answer. None of them, if telling the truth, knew of any such relationship in Russia's life. America turned around and caught Japan's eye, who looked at him with concern and fear, but after a second his gaze went to something in front of America, closer to where Russia's body hung limply. And Japan's eyes seemed to fill with confusion, and even more worry, his facial expression changing slightly to match it.

Wanting to know what the Asian nation was now looking at, America turned back around and looked slightly to his right. There, diagonally closer to Russia than America and anyone else, was China, only his ponytail and the back of his military uniform giving that away. He wasn't moving, simple standing there, facing away from the others.

"China?" America asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

China made a sound, but it was too quiet for America to make out, or even understand in the slightest.

"What?" America asked, keeping his tone quiet.

This time, China spoke again, a bit louder. It was a choked word, and a simple thing, but it didn't help anyone.

"N-no." It was silent again, the others had stopped any and all side freak-outs had been postponed to pay all attention to the Asian, trying to piece together the situation. Not even Italy uttered a word.

China repeated himself again. "No. I'm not- I'm not okay. I-I-" and it seemed China wasn't able to say a single thing more. He collapsed onto his knees, now sobbing loudly, leaving America to guess that he was already crying before-hand.

America realized at that moment. He realized who the lover of Russia was, because at this moment, it couldn't have been anymore obvious.

This chaos had only just started, and America was already regretting everything he had done, and ever agreeing to hold the world meeting at that so seemingly innocent building.

I actually finished this the same day as Chapter Two, but decided to start writing ahead to make a longer chapter next time, and I didn't want to upload two chapters in a 7 hour time frame.

Yes, I really did write this horrid chapter that quickly. And I regret none of it.

If you don't ship something in this story, it's probably going to be introduced when they're going to be killed so all those people who don't ship RoChu, dun worry.

It's close enough to dead already. XD (remember, these are the notes from when I FIRST wrote this chapter, which was quite a bit ago)

Tah-tah!

~Kota