well this is gonna be perfect. Not. I dont know how long its been but either way it doenst matter.

Scores and such here for you.

20th place- Italy Romano
19th place- Finland
18th place- Sweden
17th place- France
16th place- Japan
15th place- China
14th place- Ukraine

People left in groups:

People left in groups:
Alpha: Germany, Italy Veneziano, Prussia, Spain and England.
Quadrupal: America and Canada.
Untouchable: Switzerland and Liechtenstein.
Soviet: Russia and Belarus.
Final Form: Hungary and Austria.
Scandinavian: All members dead.

Chapter 8

That night Russia and Belarus watched the sky, hoping that their big sister was not dead, only lost somewhere in the woods. For hours they had been living in this almost dreamlike stupour, both convincing themselves that their sister was still alive.

This only made it more painful when Ukraines face was shown in the sky after Chinas. Russia and Belarus both cried together, extremely grieved at the death of their sister. "I-I am so sorry big brother. I-I should have stopped her." Belarus said, after minutes of crying.

"No, dont say that. This was not your fault. We just have to avenge her." Russia soothed, using his thumb to wipe a tear off of Belarus' cheek. "How can we do that? We dont even know who killed her?" Russia thought for a moment, poundering Belarus' question, then his eyes turned dark and he scowled.

"There is only one person in this arena who would kill someone so sweet and innocent as our sister." He said, standing up and helping Belarus up before walking towards the cave. "Who big brother? Who?" Belarus asks, following after him loyaly. "America." Russia said plainly, turning around and collecting some weapons from his small collection and giving some to Belarus. "We will find him tonight."

America happened to be on guard tonight, watching over his brother with a keen eye. He had become depressed and jumpy since Frances death. America still had a few bruises from where Canada had attacked him accidently because America had creeped up on him. Take it from America, it hurt when Canada hit you.

Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes and he stood up, grasping his sword tightly. "Whos there?" He called, raising his sword threateningly. Suddenly Belarus emerged from the shadows. She looked shocked and scared. "A-America. H-help m-me." She trembled. "U-Ukraine. S-she d-died."

America lowered his sword and walked over to Belarus, but being careful to keep his distance. "I know Belarus. But it had to happen sometime. Only one of us can get out of here, you understand that right?" He was trying to sound comforting but it only made him sound suspicious.

Then he heard the footsteps behind him and turned, but Russia was too quick and he knocked America out in one fluid motion.

When America came to, he found that he was tied to a tree. Russia and belarus had obviously been able to find some ropw, which was currently rendering America immobile and pretty much helpless. He had never seen this part of the forest, and assumed that he was too far away for Canad to hear him, even if he shouted as loud as he could.

Russia suddenly appeared from behind a curtain of ivy, which America assumed hid a cave. It was cleverly concealed, as America had first thought that the Ivy was growing over a flat surface of a rock, but he had been incorrect.

"Ah, America. You are awake. I guess we can get started now, da?" He said, grinning slightly. "Belarus, our guest is awake." He called. Belarus come out, holding a sword, some knives and a newly required spear. "Y-you tricked me." America gasped.

"Da, I am very good at acting, am I not?" Belarus admitted, running her fingers along the blade of a knife. "What shall we do to him brother? We want him to feel all of big sisters pain." Belarus asked, switching her attention to Russia.

" dont we start with tearing off his skin?" Russia asked, taking a kife from Belarus and twirling it in his hand. "I agree, from where?" Russia thought for a moment. "His chest, so then we can crush his heart, like he crushed ours."

America shook his head and tried to move away, but failed seeming though he was tied to a tree. "W-what did I do?" he asked, fear in his eyes. He didnt want to go like this. "You killed big sister." Russia said before stabbing America in the heart. It wasnt in a place where it could damage an organ, but it was still painful.

America screamed in pain and started trembling as blood run down his chest. Russia removed Americas top then, leaving his torso bare. He stabbed America in the same place, but puuled the Knife handle towards him, like a lever. America scremed in pain as he felt the skin being ripped from his chest.

Belarus stepped fowards then and grabbed the skin with her bare hands. She pulled the skin upwards, causing more to seperate from Americas chest. He screamed louder this time and started to shake with sobs.

In no time, Americas chest was bare and his ribs were clearly visible. With his bare hands, Russia snapped Americas ribs, one by one, making America howl in pain each time. Moving out of the way again, Russia gave his sister the last job. She grabbed Americas heart in both hands and began to squeeze. "How does it feel, having your heart crushed?" She screamed at him.

America just whimpered and said "At least Canada is safe." Before taking his last shuddering breath. And the canon went off once more. Russia undid Anmericas bonds, allowing the hovercraft to come and pick him up.

No one in the arena knew that Canada had been watching the whole time. But the audience did and the whole Capitol gave a collective gasp of shock as the camera showed his face, filled with pain and sadness before he slipped into the night.

Meanwhile, the alpha all hear the canon go off and they all shudder. They were used to this by now and they had all accepted the death of Romano. Everyone excluding Spain. He jumped at the sound of the canon going off and mumbled to himself "Just like Roma's canon. Just like Roma. He died too, he didnt need to die, I could have saved him."

He then moved away to the other side of the cornucopia, dragging his axe behind him. Prussia shook his head. Everyone knew he was going insane and they knew that, eventually, it would kill him.

"I should go talk to him. You know for moral support." Prussia suggested, standing up and walking around to where Spain sat. From behind he could see how tense Spain was, but he thought nothing of it.

He approached him and put his hand on his shoulder. Suddenly Spain leapt up and swung his axe around. "NO. DONT KILL ME." He screamed. He saw it was Prussia and he sighed. "Mi amigo you scared me-" then he saw the damage he had done.

The axe had lodged it self into Prussia's chest and both nations stood in shock. Almost in slow motion, Prussia crumpled to the ground and Spain attempted to catch him but failed. Suddenly there came the sounds of 3 pairs of feet running towards them. The others were probably wondering what had happened and were investigating Spain's scream.

There was silence for a second and then Germanys scream. "NO!" He shouted, running to Prussias side andgrabbing onto him. He saw the wound in his brothers chest and the axe still held in Spains hand. It didnt take long to add two and two together. "Why? Why did you-?" He tried to ask, but his voice cracked, rendering him speechless.

Spain shook his head and ran off into the woods, unable to believe what he had done. Germany held his brother close and checked his pulse. It was weak. So, so weak. Prussia lifted his hand and placed it on Germanys cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a tear. Was Germany crying? He didnt know or care. His brother was dying.

"Remeber me little bro." Prussia said weakly. "You will win this because you are meing awesome bruder." Germany sobbed then, tears spilling rapidly from his eyes. "No, you wont die." He said defiantly. but it was too late.

"Ich liebe dich West." Prussia said before sighing deeply, and not breathing in again. "Ich liebe dich East." Germany chocked out before burying his face in his dead brothers chest and crying his heart out.

And a canon was heard again.

NOOOOOOOOO. I HATED THAT. WHY DID I DO IT? WHY? AM I TRYING TO TORTURE MYSELF? I dont even know. So, there are your major feels from this fic and also, for those of you who love America a lot, major, major feels.

Hopefully I will get two chapters in today. This is my challenge, two chapters at once. Wish me luck guys.