Japan dodged the sharp blade of China's glistening knife, the Chinese man grinning madly as he attacked once and the twice. Further away were Mongolia and America. Mongolia was quick and also dodged the spiked bat. However, Japan couldn't help but notice the blood that flowed from his arm also decorated the bat. Even further away was Italy and Russia. The Italian was blocking Russia's pipe before lashing out with his own attack.

Japan ducked the knife, grabbing onto his old mentor's arm and throwing him over his head. China skidded across the wet pavement before standing up once more with a snarl. His hat had fallen onto the ground in a puddle of water. The nation didn't bother grabbing it, simply rushed him and Japan prepared to block. However, China slide past and struck out with the blade.

Japan let out a pained cry and a hand made its way to his side. China grinned, raising the knife above his head. Japan grabbed onto his wrist, the blade hovering right over his face and gritted his teeth. China let out a kick, knocking his younger brother onto his back and leapt on him. Once more Japan grabbed China's wrist and the two struggled there on the wet road.

"Why are you doing this?" China snarled, pushing harder.

"Why?! Why aru?! Several reasons actually!" Japan threw China off and the two stood back up, breathing heavily. China's blood red eyes flashed and glowed in the dark of the rain.

"But the main one? I'm correcting a mistake I had made a long time ago!" He rushed at Japan again.

"What do you mean?" Japan blocked the knife with his arm. Red dripped down onto the road and he backed up.

"I should have left you there in that forest to die!"

Japan's eyes widened and he gapped. He didn't even register anything, not moving out of the way of the knife flying towards him.


Mongolia ducked the bloody bat, rushing forwards with a clenched fist. Smirking, America grabbed it and twisted. Mongolia cried out, dropping to his knees. America kicked the nation down onto the pavement and raised the bat.

Mongolia rolled out of the way, scrambling to his feet. He dodged the bat again, kicking America hard in the shins. The nation fell, wincing. Mongolia backed up, clenching his hands into fists once more. Peering around out of the corner of his eye, his gaze widened as he saw Japan fall down. The nation breathed heavily, hands twitching and his eyes glazed over. China's butcher's knife was stuck in his forehead. Blood came from the wound and onto the pavement he was now lying on.

"Japan!"

"You should be more worried about yourself." Mongolia turned back and couldn't dodge the bloody bat. Black overtook his vision.


Italy chuckled as Russia swing his pipe again. Once more, Italy blocked.

"You're surprisingly very skillful Italy," Russia commented. The Italian smirked, jumping back and begun flinging knife after knife at him. Russia weaved and dodged as he made his way towards his enemy.

"Vehehe," Italy ducked the swing, "I've always wanted to do this."

"Why don't you run?" Russia's eyes narrowed.

"What purpose would that serve? Nothing would get done!" Italy pressed forward, his knives moving like lightning. Russia struggled to dodge each of them. He had to admit that Italy was smart using his speed and agility to his advantage. Russia only had his strength, which he put into each swing of his pipe.


The rain fell all around them, blocking out Mongolia's cries as America beat him with the nail bat. Blood splattered all over the road. Russia couldn't hear over the thunder. Russia couldn't see through the rain.


The rain fell all around them, blocking out the strained sighs of Japan's when China pulled the knife out of his forehead and proceeded to stab repeatedly. Blood splattered all over the road. Russia couldn't hear over the thunder. Russia couldn't see through the rain.


"All your allies have fallen," Italy commented. Russia noticed the nation's lilac eyes.

"Give up." Mother Russia frowned before beginning to attack again. It wasn't possible. Japan and Mongolia were strong. They would go down so easily.

"Never." Italy blocked the blow, smirk widening. He jumped out of the way of the next attack. Russia felt a pain in his back and he stumbled forwards. Looking over his shoulder, the large nation saw America. The nails on the bat were dripping red onto the pavement. His eyes glowed red. Russia looked past him and saw Mongolia lying on the ground, not moving.

"Yield." Russia blocked the bat and quickly dodged the flying knife that rocketed towards him.

"No."

America grinned, weaving around as Russia swung. His eyes widened and the large nation didn't have time to dodge the slash of a glinting butcher's knife to his face. Russia fell onto the pavement, the three nations surrounding him.

"Die aru." Russia looked up. He saw the glowing red eyes of China before Italy raised one of his knives. Then, darkness overcame him.


The three stood silently in the rain and watched as the large nation finally fell.

To kill a nation, one must kill all of its people. If one were to attack a nation and stab them in a place that would be fatal for a human, then the nation would fall unconscious for an hour or so depending on the injury. These three would wake up in time, with their wounds fully healed.


The sound of ringing rose over the pouring rain and the three found themselves looking at Russia. Alfred bent down and reached into the Russian's pocket, pulling out the nation's cell phone. He flipped it open and pressed the 'answer' button.

"Where the bloody hell are you?"

"Why, England! It's so nice to hear from you," Alfred replied blankly.

"A-America?! Why do you have Russia's cell phone?!"

"He's unable to answer," the American said, "Consider yourself warned."

"Warned?! What do you-?!"

Alfred ended the call and turned to the others.

"Let's get out of here."

Nodding, Feliciano and Yao followed their American friend away from the bloody scene.