Death Club:Control

The meeting in Greece ended and all of the nations were glad to leave.

The hotel staff had never been so glad to see the door close on a group of customers.

Antarctica felt giddy.

She'd hated being in that heavy, quiet atmosphere.

She'd gone home with her good friend and aunt, Belarus, and could anticipate a good time.

They always did.

~x~X~England's House~X~x~

England went home and told Japan to stay away from Antarctica.

He collapsed onto his bed and immediately fell asleep.

The next morning, his ring-tone "Englishman in New York" blared through the comfortable silence, waking him up.

"That better not be the bloody frog!" he grumbled and answered it.

"Ohmigod Iggy! I have to tell you what just happened!"

England felt his patience drop.

"What do you want you bloody git!"

"Well, like..."

"Get the fuck on with it."

"IsleptWithVietnam."

"What?"

"I. Slept. With. Vietnam."

England froze.

"Iggy? Are you still there?"

"Yeah sorry. I just remembered what happened in Greece."

"Y-You forgot?"

England sighed. "I'd just been woken up you bloody idiot."

"Oh ok. Well, Viet. Wants me. Bye Iggy!"

England sighed again. Those two, getting along?

That was pretty much the only thing he had to thank Antarctica for.

~x~X~Belarus' House~X~x~

"Oh~ Nngh~ Bela~"

Antarctica shivered as Belarus' hand slipped up her shirt.

Belarus' lips were attacking her neck and little noises kept slipping out.

Antarctica gasped as Belarus' cold hand grabbed her breast.

"Bela! I-I love you!" Antarctica knew that confessing like this wasn't her best idea, but she needed to get it out.

Belarus pulled her lips off of Antarctica's neck with a little plop and looked her niece in the eye.

"I'm sorry but I will love my брат until death does us part."

Antarctica's eyes hardened.

She had a new target.

Shame. She'd always liked her mother.

~x~X~The Italy Brothers' Boss' Office~X~x~

Italy fiddled with his shirt cuff.

Well, this certainly was awkward.

"We want to join you two in a marriage to ensure that North Italy and South Italy will stay one country, united and strong."

"W-what the hell? Bastards! I don't want to marry my frattellino!"

"Ve~ Frattello doesn't want to and nether do I!"

Italy was lying. He wanted to.

Very much.

"Well that's too bad. This is for the sanctity of our nation!"

Eventually both brothers agreed.

For Romano, it was reluctant.

For Italy, it was hard to keep his joy from showing.

They set up a meeting with a priest for their private (as Romano had insisted) wedding.

"Now, to seal your Nation's bond, you two must make love."

"Ve~ Here?"

"No, no of course not son. At home."

All the way home, Romano grumbled.

Italy fiddled with the ring on his finger.

He couldn't wait to be home, to feel Romano inside of him.

He really did love his Frattello.

And his husband.

He was just glad that they were the same person.

~x~X~Belgium's House~X~x~

"Wow. I can't believe how much has happened!"

Netherlands nodded.

"I'll send some chocolates to the Asian family and Arthur! Do you think they'll like that?"

"Yeah. Just don't forget to send some to the guy that France raised."

Belgium blinked. "Who?"

"That guy! The one above America?"

"Oh yeah! That guy! The one who makes pancakes. ** Okay~"

~x~X~Russia's House o.O~X~x~

Antarctica slipped into Russia's room quietly. She'd taken a train to Moscow, walked here, and now she was ready to take care of business.

She'd slipped some liquid sleeping pills into Russia's glass of water by his bed, and he was thoroughly unconscious.

She crept onto his bed and straddled his sleeping form.

Antarctica grabbed her knife and stabbed him in the stomach.

She pulled the knife out and pressed it into his shoulder, giggling maniacally as it sank in and blood poured out.

She stabbed him again.

And again.

And again.

"A-aurora?"

Antarctica looked up at Latvia as she slipped the knife into Russia's upper arm.

His eyes widened as he realized what was going on.

Antarctica.

Russia.

Knife.

Blood.

Blood.

Lots of blood.

Latvia screamed and tried to run away, but Antarctica caught him.

"Is anyone else in the house?" she hissed.

"N-no. P-please don't k-kill me! I won't tell!"

Antarctica rolled her eyes.

"Why do they always say that? It's," Antarctica stabbed Latvia in the stomach.

"just,"

Another stab.

"stupid!"

Stab.

"P-please! No!"

She slit his throat and walked back to Russia.

She carved an 'X' in his cheek and stabbed him in the throat.

"Just stupid." she repeated.

~x~X~England's house~X~x~

"England! England! Turn on your T.V.!"

England had just answered a call from America, pausing only to set down his teacup before doing as asked.

He saw a brunette newscaster appear.

"This just in. Ivan Braginski, the embodiment of Russia, and Raivis Galante, the embodiment of Latvia, have just been found dead in Mr. Braginkski's home. It sounds like a bloodbath in there Harold. Russian police have no clue who could have committed the ghastly crime. Hold on, just a moment. We are receiving more news at this moment."

The newscaster paused and Britain pressed end on Alfred's call.

"Oh yes. Natalya Arlovyoska has also been found, dead, at the scene. She left a suicide note, explaining that she found Raivis and Ivan before going upstairs and ending her life."

"Two huh? And a suicide. What game are you trying to play Antarctica?"

Soooo~ that was this chapter! It was originally something completely different about Canada, then it was two chapters, but the first was too short. So I added them together and got this! Sadly, the two added together are not as long as either of the first two chapters, but that can't be helped. I hope that the side plot with Italy isn't too random... Anyways! R&R, and I will send cookies and Canada's pancakes to the dead nations.

Oh yeah! I just wanted to say this in case you haven't already figured this out.

When a nation is thinking about a living nation, they will use their country name, like 'England' or 'Britain', rather than their human name.

When a nation is talking to another living nation, they will use their human names, unless you're weird like Antarctica and don't tell many people your human name.

When a nation is thinking about a dead nation, they will use their human name.

Hopefully that clears up any confusion that anyone might have had.