disclaimer:I don't own Hetalia, guns, knives or bitten apple.
Russia was awakened in the middle of the night once again, because of China's thrashing, Russia sighed. It appeared that the suitcase had given China nightmares, Russia was really worried for China in-fact he rather liked the older nation, viewed him as a rather close friend. It was weird for him to have 'Friends' no one really liked him, it made Russia sad, he only wanted a friend. He looked over at the North American brothers on the other bed beside him, he wouldn't admit this out loud but, he missed the times when he and America were friends.
It had been nice; it still was America wasn't afraid of him and always argued with him instead of shrinking away. But he still wanted to be friends with him, not argue; although it was fun it wore on the nerves. Russia sighed and gently shook China awake; China opened his eyes with a gasp and sat up, looking around wildly.
"More nightmare?" Russia asked his heavily accented voice breaking the silence. China jumped a little and looked at Russia, China relaxed a bit and nodded.
"Don't worry! I'll keep the nasty murder away, Da?" Russia said cheerily with a smile, China smiled too. He laid down and fell asleep again, there he hoped that China wouldn't have anymore nightmares that just wouldn't do. Besides Russia wanted to sleep too, he rolled over and fell asleep a smile on his face.
-The next morning-
Japan sat up in bed, ah victory was so sweet, and he stretched. His lips quirked up into a smile, it was a fine morning, the sides of his mouth slid down as he remembered recent events. The murders… Japan felt the nerves sink in again, and suddenly everything felt too small for him, he kicked off the blankets and pulled on a coat.
He went and stood on the small balcony they happened to have, he leaned on the railing, it was quiet but that's what you get when your balcony is in a back alley. Not many people come back here, well people of the right sort anyway, something moved and his eyes flicked towards it. A dark figure with a fedora and a trench coat was walking quickly down the alley, Japan's eyes widened, it was the killer. He remembered him running past him on the plane, he watched the killer as he turned the corner and disappeared.
He felt nothing but shock, he wouldn't have thought the killer to be so nonchalant, it was as if he hadn't a worry. Japan straightened, he had had a revelation, the killer was here for a reason. He turned back into the room, and looked at his sleeping roommates.
"Wake up!" he clapped his hands; the three men snapped to attention, (well not without some complaining from an angry Italian and a grumpy Prussian) "The killer was in the alley! Someone might die." Quickly everyone leapt from their bed or couch and dressed.
"Damn killer, damn New York, damn waking up early," grumpily muttered a not so happy Romano as he pulled on his shirt. Soon everyone had the building in alert; Japan hoped no one else was to die.
Not-Italy dodged around a corner as some nations ran down the hallway, he smiled, and his plan had worked. With the nations in disarray it was much easier to pick them off, England and America walked down the hallway. Not-Italy made sure the collar of his trench coat was turned up; his knives flew with deadly accuracy into England's back, the brit made a gargled noise as he fell.
"ENGLAND!" Six more knives buried themselves into America's left arm rendering it useless, the American nation grabbed his arm, and knelt by England tears streaming down his face, "England! No! No, don't leave me! ENGLAND!" the once colony screeched in agony, tears running down his face and splattering on the carpet, now forever stained red.
He turned away, leaving the American nation to scream his frustration as his father bleed to death, Not-Italy's mouth turned up as he heard America begging England to stay with him. Two nations turned the corner and came face to face with him; Not-Italy threw six more knives and caught the remaining Baltic States in the chests, three knives each.
Latvia fell with a scream, still shivering as he fell, and Estonia gave a yell and his glasses shattered when he hit the ground. Both were dead soon after, Not-Italy jumped out a window just as Russia, China, Mongolia, Korea, Belarus and Ukraine turned the corner. Not-Italy heard Russia gasp, he also heard some screaming and a few yells of surprise, he rolled as he hit the ground and looked up at the building he just jumped from.
Three stories up, Russia leaned out the window, murder in his eyes. Not-Italy pulled his fedora down a bit more and turned towards his hotel, he wished to take off this hat soon, his curl was very uncomfortable being bent to stay inside the hat, so it wouldn't give him away.
He arrived at his hotel, this one was a bit nicer then the last one, it had a properly working bathroom, everything was a nice cream color, it had a nice TV, nice kitchen, nice soft bed, and a random padded chair and table. He padded over to that chair and sat on it; he pulled it up to the table and crossed the recently deceased nations off his list, seven nations so far… not bad. He smiled to himself and looked out the window at the sky.
Seven nations in a little more then a week, not terribly great but not so bad either, although unfortunately they still had the apple. He pulled on his hat once more, he supposed he should go four for four then, he rose from his seat and he smiled as he closed the door, leaving the room empty once more.
-The hotel-
To say everyone was in an uproar was an understatement, three nations were dead and an emergency meeting was held. Everyone was yelling, including the more non-confrontational nations were screaming and shouting. Canada and Liechtenstein were locked in a screaming match, while America and Russia quarrelled, eventually one nation had enough.
"CUT IT OUT!" Spain boomed over everyone else, the usually smiling nation's face pulled into a scowl, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? WE HAVE NO TIME TO FIGHT EACHOTHER, THERE IS A MURDERER OUT THERE AND IF WE'RE FIGHTING EACH OTHER IT WILL BE EASIER FOR THE KILLER TO PICK US OFF! SO SHUT UP YOU IDIOTA'S!" needless to say everyone was put into an extremely shocked silence, they all stopped fighting immediately, looking at Spain with shock all over their faces. There was a sigh.
"The tomato bastard is right you know…" Romano said, everyone feeling the gap were England would normally agree with/insult Spain, "we need to work together otherwise we'll never get through this alive… we need to get that apple tested now."
Everyone looked to Japan, and he pulled out the apple from his pocket, Not-Italy's eyes widened in delight from his vantage point at the window. He pulled a gun from its holster at his hip and took aim.
Japan opened his mouth to say something when the apple suddenly exploded, nations yelled and ducked, while a bullet hole appeared in the wall. Russia, Austria, Germany, Switzerland and a few others swung towards the now shattered window and saw the quickly retreating dark figure.
"DAMN IT!" that feeling shared by a certain American nation was pretty much reciprocated by everyone within the room.
After a bit of discussing (with some bickering) what to do, everyone went to their rooms. Switzerland sat in the room he and his sister had shared with England, he sat on the edge of his bed with his head resting on his fists, mulling everything over. He sighed, and stood up and went to the bathroom, leaving his sister to play with Sealand, Seborga and Wy in the main room. He washed his face, and just looked into the mirror, why was this happening? He just couldn't understand why.
He heard screams, he heard Liechtenstein scream, and he pulled open the door and had his gun ready. He gasped at what he saw, Wy and Seborga lay dead in their blood, while Sealand and his sister huddled in a corner. He rushed over to them and kneeled before the two, his little sister threw herself into his arms and he hugged her.
"What happened?" he asked Sealand sternly, he petted Liechtenstein's hair.
"T-this guy came in threw the w-window, he w-wore this trench coat and a fedora, and he k-k-ki-killed… Wy and Seborga… he…" Sealand quickly stuttered; tears ran down his face as he twisted the hem of his shirt with his hands.
"He what?"
"He had glowing red eyes…" Switzerland ceased in his petting, red eyes..? Wait he had said glowing red eyes…
"Glowing?" he asked perplexed, Sealand nodded.
"Like flashlights." The micro-nation elaborated quietly, Switzerland looked at the boy and he sighed, holding and arm out and gestured for the boy to join the hug. Sealand threw himself at the Swiss nation, clinging at him; Switzerland held the two sobbing children close. He wasn't sure what to do so he just held them, murmuring in soft German to them to sooth them. He heard someone go by the door, so he yelled.
"HEY! I need some help!" the door opened to reveal Japan and America, America rushed over and picked up Sealand to help sooth him. He hugged him and held him close, murmuring softly to him. He knew it was rough to lose people he cared about, especially in quick succession but everyone knew how that felt now.
Japan went to the bodies to investigate them, although he doubted finding anything besides knives with no prints, shoe prints with no match, and the bodies themselves. He flipped Seborga over and studied his body, not many wounds besides a slit throat and a few scratches, the same proved for Wy, Japan was careful to not look at the little girl's expression of terror.
He found nothing as expected, Japan looked at the dead children regretfully, and they had been so young compared to him. Especially Wy who had been only 7 years old, he stood, his pants and hands covered in blood. His hair covered his eyes but America could tell he was crying, but he pretended not to see. America was not looking forward to telling Australia about this, not in the least, he almost winced at the thought.
This was just not his day.
authors note:
bad ending is bad, well another chapter just for you! since I finished it I decided to treat you all! happy Easter! well maybe not so happy anymore but... you get what I mean. ok since it just randomly happened somehow... random facts!
1) the tyrannosaurus-rex was smaller then giganotosaurus
2) male tigers will try to kill any tiger cub they can
3) female lions do all the hunting not the males and could be liable to drive the main male out if he's not doing a good job
4) there is a horse/zebra cross named Ecliesse (EE-Kl-EEZZ)
5) Michael Tatum (voice actor of France) lives in Texas!
that last one surprised me, honestly it did, but anyway its a fact!
farewell poppets -Ches