Death Club:Still Way Too Much

The next day, England picked Antarctica up from the Airport at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

She surprised him by running behind him and jumping on his back.

"W-what the hell? Who is- Oh it's just you Antarctica. You really should stop doing that. Please get off?"

"But I'm tired! And you're strong~ Please?" Antarctica whined.

"Alright." England adjusted her so that he could hold her better.

It was times like these when he almost couldn't believe that she was a killer.

Wait- what if Japan had been lying?

He knew that japan had been at the first two scenes and could have been at Russia's house.

He had skills with knives- as everyone from World War II knew (*coughKatanacough*).

He had motive.

China and Japan had had a falling out a few days before the crime that was never resolved.

France... well he was just a perverted old frog.

Russia had always scared Japan.

Latvia must have walked in on the crime.

It all made sense!

Antarctica on the other hand, had no motive or skills.

China had been her long-time boy-friend.

France was her favorite uncle, right after the lad above America.

Russia was her mother and they were on genuinely good terms.

And, England couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen Antarctica pick up and use a knife sharper than a butter knife.

It made more sense for it to be Japan.

England felt someone poke his cheek, and came back down from his thoughts.

"Iggy... Where are we? I tried to stop you... but you wouldn't answer me."

England felt his heart melt at her scared tone of voice and how she was hiding her face in his neck with her arms wrapped around him.

How had he ever thought that this sweet, innocent young nation was a violent killer?

Why had he believed Japan?

"Don't worry Aurora. I'll get you home."

Antarctica nuzzled the base of his neck.

They-well, he-walked to his house (his house was comfortably close to the airport).

"Arty?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure love. Go right ahead!"

"My name... It's not really Aurora."

"Why did you say it was?"

"Well, it's my middle name. I wasn't really lying. I just... wasn't telling the whole truth. And I was scared that they'd be mean because of it."

He let her down in his kitchen and turned around to grab her shoulders.

England looked into the 16-year-old-appearing nations' eyes.

"No-one would have made fun of you dearie. What is it?"

"Pandora."

England smiled. "That's a pretty name!"

Antarctica gave him a hug.

'Such a cute girl. How could I have ever thought those things about her?' England thought to himself.

"Come along now, I'll make a cup of tea. Do you want a scone?"

"No thank you."

What manners! "Okay then."

"May I take a short nap and then cook dinner?"

"Sure, why not."

He watched Antarctica walk up the stairs to the guest bedroom.

What was it about her?

That made him feel safe and uneasy at the same time, what was it?

England sighed.

He was way too old to be dealing with all this.

"Maybe i'll take a nap too."

He could almost hear Francis jeer in his head "Angleterre! 'ow old you must be geeting!"

It was too much for him.

Way too much.

~x~X~Iggy's Guest Bedroom~X~x~

Antarctica narrowed her eyes at the phone on the bedside table and sat down on the bed.

It was the reason why she'd begged England to let her stay at his house for a while.

Yesterday, after she'd called England, Japan had called her.

He'd promised her that he'd get revenge on her for killing China, France, Russia, Latvia, and causing Belarus to kill herself. (Bet you thought I forgot about bela, didn't you. I didn't though xD)

She, of course, had feigned innocence, asking what he meant.

He'd just told her that he knew what she'd done.

Antarctica bit her lip and felt a tear slide down her face.

Japan was her friend.

He'd been her friend since she met him.

And now he hated her.

Antarctica threw a pillow at the wall and groaned.

"Life sucks!"

~x~X~Japan's POV, from Iggy's bushes o.O~X~x~

I watched her as she threw a pillow at the wall.

Then she said something before taking her white hair out of the two 3 ½ inch long pigtails and lay down in bed.

My hand grasped the hilt of my katana.

I hated her so much.

She pulled on a pair of plaid sleeping pants and a Antarctican flag tank top.

She sat on the window-seat and looked around England's garden. She sighed and pulled off her left arm warmer.

My eyes widened as I saw a flash of something sharp and metal in her right hand.

My breath caught in my throat as I noticed the angry red welts.

Tears came to my eyes as she dragged the blade down her wrist.

Again.

And again.

I could see the blood bead up and run down her wrist.

A drop fell on her pants and she swore.

After she was satisfied with the amount of new welts, she dabbed up all of the blood with a tissue.

I found I didn't hate her as much.

But I promised her and myself that I would exact revenge on her.

I had to do it.

I never got to apologize to Yao, and I could only hope that this would be enough to make him forgive me.

He died, believing that I was angry.

And now the guilt of that was eating me alive.

I just wished that things would not have to end this way.

I watched Antarctica press some bandages onto her wrists before slipping the baggy black arm warmer back on.

Okay~ So, that was that. One of my friends that is reading this told me that I never described what Antarctica looked like, but you'll find that out later. Maybe the next chapter? I have one planned where it will describe what she looked like when she was younger and what she looks like now. And, if you're wondering about the arm warmers and what they look like, think of the arm warmers from Guitar Hero 5. They are, like, totally awesome! And yeah~ Dead nations still receive cookies, and xD

Oh! And, If you leave a name on the review, i'll respond~!

Indigo: Don't worry, i'll keep Iggy for a while~ And I was planning on having more AmeViet soon, I will just have to figure out a way for them to be in it more! And thank you~