Shinigami-cat: As promised here is Hunter's chapter. Also when Hunter says Matthew he means Canada, because with Canada's disguise he doesn't recognise him. Don't forget about the cover competition I'm having. The details are on my Deviantart account… I OWN NOTHING!

Secret Treasure

Screams. Those horrible, horrible screams filled his head as the smoke and fire surrounded him. Yet he kept walking through it all. Every now and then he would see a human figure and try to reach out to them, but as soon as he raised his hand they would fall and disappear into the smoky haze.

He was confused, but he didn't know why. He knew where he was, he knew what was happening, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it. "Dead…" He whispered. "Everyone's dead… and it's all because of me… No one's going to survive… I want to see him… I need to see him again… Where are you, Canada?"

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Hunter's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. Once his heart had settled, he sat in his bed, furs lazily hung off his slim frame and his long platinum blond hair hung in his eyes. He sighed and lightly brushed it out of his eyes, "I really should get it cut soon…" He muttered to himself, "Fuck it. It'll just get long again."

He shrugged it off and tied it back with a small black hair elastic that he had around his wrist, effectively giving himself a short, low pony tail. He sighed and quickly hopped up, keeping one hand on the soft fur bed sheet and walked over to his mirror.

He quickly took himself in, like he did every day. He could clearly see some of the veins through the skin on his arms, chest, neck, and legs. It made him feel old, but he would laugh it off, remembering he was really old. Older than the ancients, even older than humanity itself. Taking that into account, he assumed he looked good for someone of his age.

But then he would look at his face and scowl deeply. He had a deep scar over the left side of his face, cutting through his eye. As a consequence, he was blind in that eye. It had clouded over in that horrid milky film turning his eye colour pink while the other was blood red, the standard colour for demons.

He ran his fingers over the scar in the mirrors reflection and sighed, remembering how he had gotten it. "Such a silly little bird he was… Used his claws to blind me in one eye, so I guess I'll break his arms." He chuckled at the thought. "Stupid bird. Makes pretty music when it cries out though. Its screams of pain are music to my ears, his cries for mercy are like melodies, and his sobs are harmonies."

He laughed and dug his nails into the glass and quickly spun in a circle, ripping out chunks of glass and slicing into his hand, but he felt no pain. He hardly ever did. Not that it mattered anyway. He simply picked the bits of glass out with his teeth and licked the blood away. The wounds on his hand healing almost instantly.

With a laugh he let the fur sheet drop to the floor as he quickly dashed over to his walk-in wardrobe. He practically skipped inside and looked around for what to wear. After conquering a few countries, he had become quite enthralled by their bloody histories and as a result, he appropriated most of his casual clothes to look like military uniforms. The uniform he liked the most was the WWII Nazi uniform.

He got rid of the swastika and dyed it a darker black. He loved the colour black. Blood stains hardly showed up on black. Evil deeds were committed in the dark of night. No one was stupid enough to do evil in the day. The darkness was his shield, his cover, his protector.

He quickly pulled on a uniform, not caring what it was. Anything went well with his combat boots. When he was done he picked up a black eye mask and quickly put it on. In all honesty, Hunter was a bit of a narcissist. He knew that fact well and stomped on the faces of all those who talked ill of him for his looks. He was fine with them calling him a freak, monster and anything else, but only for his actions.

With his eye mask he could hide the fact he was blind and look mysterious, which he liked. As far as he knew, the only one to see his true face was Canada. He both liked and hated that fact. It made him feel weak. He hated that feeling. It made him want to catch him and pluck out his eyes.

He sighed and walked back over to his mirror. He did another quick spin. "Call me vain if you must…" He said to no one. "But when I step on someone's face, I want to look sexy."

Once he was done, he turned and walked out of his room and down the dark halls, allowing himself to remember his dream. 'He's close… I can feel it. I can almost taste him… I want him back. I want him back now! He's mine. Mine. Mine. Mine…' He chuckled to himself 'I sound like a brat who's lost its toy. I guess he was my toy… It's funny how I have the whole world on a string and I still want him.'

As he aimlessly wandered around the halls he frowned. He could hear the incessant chatter of every single S-Plague and G-Plague that lived in this place. It was a wonder he didn't lose his mind over it. But then again he had already lost his mind. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he ever had it in the first place.

Eventually, he came to the kitchen and sighed. He didn't like eating, but if he didn't he would die. He opened the door and walked inside. An Indian woman gulped. "Oh… Hunter… Um… I don't really have much prepared… Just some bread and dried meat for everyone else… If you would like to wait, I could make something for you."

Hunter shrugged. "I'm in a hurry. Whatever you have made now I'll eat."

She nodded and quickly gave him a large chunk of dried meat. "I hope it's to your liking, sir."

Hunter shrugged and took a bite out of it. He couldn't taste anything, but he didn't care. He chewed it into a thick paste and swallowed it, letting it sink to his stomach where it would rot. He repeated this motion until he was done and left the kitchen.

He wasn't sure of the time, nor did he really care, he just walked around to keep himself occupied. He thought back to the previous day's events with Gilbert. There was just something he couldn't stand about that little albino brat. Maybe it was because he had spent time with Canada when he knew Canada was rightfully his. Canada was the country he was born in. Canada was his and his alone. He was not going to let a brat from some other world just waltz in and take his prize.

A dark smirk played across his lips. "But what does that matter now? He's not with Canada anymore. He's here and Canada's far away… I will get him back soon. He won't leave me alone. Canada's mine and no one else's." He chuckled to himself. "I sounded a little patriotic then… How odd…"

He opened up a door and walked down the steps. It was dark and damp, but he didn't care. He wanted to see how some of his children were going. His children were the Plagues he had made, although he considered them dirt most of the time. He wanted to see how the babies were growing. He had heard that they were failures. Unable to fully develop into stable creatures and died after a few weeks due to disease and the fact that they had the durability of a water balloon in a needle factory.

After about ten minutes of walking down the steps, he came to another door and opened it up. Behind it was a hallway similar to something someone would see in a futuristic hospital. This was the core of the island. It was nothing more than a high-tech testing facility for his S-Plagues.

Here they would test growth hormones that they would inject into humans that would force the rabid growth of fat, muscle, and skin cells. The rapid growth would cause the body to go into shock, killing them and making their bodies swell up to ten times their size after death.

They would also grow humans to make into metal heads. Most of which is unsuccessful, which was why they started to rip apart and change their DNA to make them slower and weak willed. If that didn't work, they would open up their heads and pull things apart, fixing metal plates into them instead. This was always more successful then screwing with their DNA.

Upgrading themselves was also big on the agenda. When a Plague reached it's 'use by' date, they would carve it up and perform experiments on it to see if they could evolve further than they already have. Hunter saw this as a waste of time, because in his eyes his Plagues were already at the best that they could be.

He sighed and walked into the research centre for the new baby Plagues. There were hundreds of stations lined up along the walls where an S-Plague was poking, prodding, and injecting stuff into the gelatinous babies.

He couldn't say he was proud of what his creatures were doing, but he couldn't say he was disappointed either. 'Fuck… I don't understand this at all… I wanted this, right? I wanted all this, right? I'm just not sure anymore…' He growled and scratched his head. 'No, I want this. This needs to happen. I can't leave any room for doubt in my mind! Nothing I do is wrong. It all has a purpose.'

He sighed and walked over to a station close to him. The S-Plague there was injecting serum into the baby Plagues' eyes. "What's the point of that?" He asked.

The S-Plague jumped and turned around. "Hail Hunter!" It quickly said.

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, yes… Hail Hunter and all that jazz. What are you doing to that?"

The S-Plague clicked its teeth together. "I'm trying to enhance its eye sight. Hopefully if we can get them to mature, they will have the sight of a hawk. As a side-affect, their eye colour changes. But that's a small price to pay for the sight that they will have."

Hunter frowned and looked at the baby Plague at the S-Plagues' work bench. A developing skeleton could be seen through the flesh and small organs were pumping a dark purplish-red liquid through its veins. Over all, it wasn't that interesting. It reminded Hunter of a half developed fetus. The only thing that really caught his attention was the blob's large lavender eyes. Proportionally speaking, they were too large for it and they seemed too opaque in colour.

He reached out and poked it. "Weird little thing." He muttered.

The Plague looked up at him and grabbed his finger. "Daddy." It gurgled.

Hunter's eyes went wide with shock. He did not expect that at all. Normally if a younger Plague referred to him as that he would just slap them and tell them to call him master or lord, but there was something different about this one. There was something he couldn't explain. He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

He picked up the blob and glared at it. It was almost like jelly in his hand, but with a thin membrane that encased it. Then it hit him. He knew why he didn't like it. The reason why he hated it so much. "What… have you done… to its eyes?" He hissed at the S-Plague. His grip slowly tightening on the blob. "What have you done to its eyes?" His voice slowly starting to rise. "What have you done to its eyes?"

Suddenly, the blobs membrane popped in his hand, spilling its guts all over the floor. He grabbed the S-Plague by the top of its head and snapped it right off its neck. He growled and walked out of the room with the S-Plague head in his hand.

"Don't fuck up the eyes next time." He growled. He stormed out of there as fast as he could, along the way he dropped the skull, but he didn't care. He just had to get out of there. The eyes of that baby Plague seemed to haunt him.

'So lifeless and dull… They look just like… Fuck it! Why do I have to keep thinking about that?' Hunter was frustrated in himself more than anything. He couldn't get those eyes out of his head. He growled. 'Screw it all. I'm going to my garden. I wonder if those little shits have started to clean it up yet.'

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Soon, Hunter was back where he had tormented Gilbert the day before. He walked up to one of the doors carved into the dome and pushed it open. He sighed as the sweet smell of flowers filled his nose. It was a nice change from the stench of rot and decay that filled the rest of the island.

He calmly walked down the dirt path that winded through the vast garden. It was always using a storage spell to make things larger in the inside. His garden looked about the size of a basketball court on the outside, but on the inside it was as large as a city.

His garden was split into three sections: rain forest, forest, and flower garden. All three of his gardens were filled with species from all over the world, all of which thrived. He smiled to himself and started to walk down a path that had a few white stones in it. These seemingly random stones were markers that showed the quickest way to the middle of the garden.

After about an hour of walking, he made it to the center. In the middle was a large dome made of frosted glass and polished metal. It looked like a fancy bird cage.

He smiled and walked over to the door and pulled it open. "Anyone home?" He called. Inside was a four poster bed with velvet red sheets, a wardrobe filled with clothes, and a small desk. "I guess not…" muttered Hunter disappointedly. "Oh well… He's bound to be around here somewhere…"

He closed the door and started to walk around his flower garden. The hedges were over grown and were starting to consume the path. 'Note to self… make them trim this place up… Someone could cut themselves on the thorns… I prefer my garden to be blood free, thank you very much.'

He eventually found a patch of grass in his flower garden that wasn't ravaged by over growing vegetation and sat down. It was nice just to sit alone in his garden, although he often wished for company that didn't fear him or praise him or despise him.

Almost immediately he felt someone sit next to him. Hunter grinned. "How are you today?"

"It's a little warm." said the person. "But I don't mind. It's nice weather."

Hunter nodded in agreement, "Yeah… Have you eaten anything today?"

"Peaches." said the person. He passed Hunter a peach, "Want one?"

Hunter smiled and took the peach. He bit into it and sighed. He couldn't taste the peach at all. It just felt soft and went in his mouth. 'Why can't I taste anything?' He thought. 'I can only taste blood… But normal food just doesn't seem to register on my tongue… I know what it should taste like but... What the hell am I thinking? Who gives a shit if all I can taste is blood? That hot metallic tang is all I need.'

"Hunter? Are you okay?" Asked the person sitting next to him.

Hunter sighed and took another bite of the peach. "I'm fine… But how are you? Explore anywhere new today?"

The person next to him nodded happily. "Yeah! I walked through the forest… But I tripped and cut my knee on a rock…"

Hunter frowned and looked down at the other person's legs. There was a rip in the knee of his pants and some dried blood dotted it. "You should have told me straight away." Hunter muttered. He licked his thumb and rubbed it over the cut. Almost instantly the cut vanished, not even leaving a scar.

Said person looked down at their leg and grinned, "You're amazing, Hunter."

Hunter chuckled as he ruffled his companion's soft blond hair and gazed into his soft violet eyes. He just wanted to rip out those eyes. Those eyes that always glazed over when they looked at each other. Those eyes that refused to truly acknowledge that he was really there. He wanted to pull out that hair and make him bleed. He wanted to cover that body with gruesome scars that would glisten in the moon light, always marking him as his.

But Hunter couldn't do that to him. Not to someone who looked so much like Canada… Someone who acted like Canada… But wasn't Canada at all. This person was a mirror, a mirage. He only reflected what Hunter wanted to see. He wanted Canada back so he used a bit of magic and got him back, but this Canada was so naive and innocent.

He had the trusting personality of a child wrapped in the body of a young adult. This Canada couldn't judge him for his past. He had no memory of the past the real Canada and he had shared. That hurt. It hurt a lot. But he couldn't hurt the copy. This copy of Canada was mortal. He could die. He didn't want that to happen. He was satisfied with the conversations he had with him at the moment.

"I saw some people today." said the Canada look-alike happily, "One of them had brown hair and green eyes. He had glasses like me and the other one had really white hair… like yours but lighter and shiny, like silver. That one swore a lot in German."

Hunter nodded, "Those are the new gardeners… How did you know he was speaking in German?"

The blond shrugged, "I don't know… It just sounded like German to me."

Hunter frowned, "Well stay away from them like you've done with the previous ones… They aren't good news. They are just here to tidy the place up. Don't talk to them."

The Canadian nodded quickly, "Okay, Hunter. I promise to stay away from them." He yawned and lied down on the grass, "I'm sleepy…"

Hunter chuckled and ran his fingers through the blond's hair, "Then sleep…" He really loved this creature. He was perfect in almost every way. This Canada that was brought into his existence by Hunter was his precious, secret treasure… And no one from the outside would ever taint him with the truth.

TBC

Shinigami-cat: So that was his chapter! I hope you liked it and are more confused than ever! Please review.