Russia had a plain, indeed, it would help him get America. He didn't need any allies in this mission, he was the world power after all. He was strong enough to take down Britain and then France if he needed to. Russia grabbed the heavy bag that was sitting on his table. He planned on using heavy weapons for the mission, he had set for himself. He then started out the door and entered the freezing weather, hoping to enter a rainy London within the next few hours.
France signaled Canada to go down to the basement. He load his gun, while heading to the upstairs steps. "Matty, good luck. Don't get caught, I have a feeling that something is going to happen." France whispered as low as he could.
"I'll be careful, I promise." Canada replied then started down stairs.
France was suppisious for a few reasons. One, that there were no guards around what so ever. Two, Canada had been acting really nervous and shaky since the other night. It's not like France didn't exept Canada to be nervous but it seemed different then usual, it was hard to explain for France.
Canada reached the last step, he looked around himself before hitting the cold concrete floor. He then enter a long dark hallway, 'Was Britain still here or did he leave with the rest of his troops? He was smart enough to get out of the house while we got America out, right?" Canada asked himself this while he continued to walk down the hall. Canada reached the end of the hall, gripping the door knock then pushing slightly. He heard coughing from America. "A-Al? I'm here to save you.
"C-Canada? Is that you?" The American was shocked that Canada had came back from after the other night. "Where are the others?"
"France is here, I think He's upstairs. The others won't be inside their outside in case the guards come back." Canada walked over to the jail cell, he griped the bars while looking at America. "Al, I'll get you out of here and everything will be find. Nothing will ever happen to you again."
"Thanks, Matty" America smiled, knowing that he'll be safe and out of this personalized hell.
Canada looked on a self that had only a can on it, he grabbed the can. He took out a key that was in there. 'Britain must of put this is here.' He thought to himself. He went back to the small cell and unlocked the door. "Can you move?"
America tried getting up from the concrete floor but fail miserably. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sorry, you can't help it." Canada helped America to his feet, he brought America's arm, around his neck. They started for upstairs.
France was on the top floor, he kept his gun close to his chest. He's hoping to find Britain, hoping to 'talk' with him, France check every room but one. France stood in front of the last door, he gripped the knob and signed then he twisted it slowly till he was able to open to the door. He swung the door open, seeing a man in the shadows. "Britain! I knew you would be here." France held the gun up so it was pointing to Britain.
"Shoot me you, git." Britain walked into the light, seeing France on the other side of the room. "Your plan is to kill me, am I correct?"
"Yes!" France snapped at Britain. "But I have a few questions first."
Britain pressed his hands onto the wooden table that was in front of him. "France, what makes you think, I'll answer you?" he questioned the French man.
France grinned his teeth, he brought up the gun to the Brit, pointing at him. "Why would you do this to America? You know he deserves his freedom, especially from a monster like you." He gripped the gun tight, putting his index finger on the trigger.
The Brit nodded, "I know, I know that I'm a monster." He started to walked closer to France. "I'm sorry for everything. I never wanted this."
France glared at the Brit with anger. "Britain, it's so late to apologize. I won't forgive you. We raised them boys together and you screwed everything up. You screwed America up, he's gonna be paranoid for the rest of his life. He's a strong country, hopefully, he'll heal nicely, he's gonna have scares everywhere, just because you wanted to have some fun." France squeezed the trigger before the Englishman could speak.
*BANG*
France watched the blood spread all over onto the floor. Turning the white carpet into a bloody red stain.
"France! How could you do this?" A voice was heard behind him.
The countries decided to kill Britain for the better. They all decided but one country, Canada.
Moments before the shooting
Canada was on the main floor with America limping beside him.
*BANG*
Canada dropped America to the ground. "Was that a gun?"
"Ouch! Matty! We need to get out of here." America said after catching himself from the fall.
"Al, I think I heard a gun." Canada looked down at the American. "Just stay here, I'll be right back."
"France is fine. I bet he's perfectly fine. We need to get out before everyone comes back. If we're caught do you understand, what will happen to us?"
Canada began walking towards the stairs. "Trust me, we'll be okay. I'm not worried about France, it's Britain that I'm worried about." He began going up the stairs.
"Canada!" America got up on his own after a few attempts. He climbed the stairs, one by one.
"France!" Canada said with tears in his eyes. "How could you do this?" Canada looked away from the body, he looked towards the stairs to find America limping up them.
"Matty, What's wrong? Did something happen to France?" America said when he finally reached the top of the stairs.
"No" Canada looked back at the body, then France, then America. "Al, I'm so sorry."
"Canada? What do you mean?" America questioned this before he saw his bloody dead brother on the group
Inspired by the song "Apologize" by - One Republic
