Death Club:Stir Crazy

(Like, totally, half a month later yo)

Antarctica groaned. It had been 5 months since she'd felt the sensation of warm blood rippling over her hands as she sank a knife into a nations body.

She'd gone back home because she needed to do paperwork and stuff.

She'd practically forgotten all about Japan's call.

Antarctica sighed and picked up her beloved scythe.

"I'm sorry that I haven't used you in a while." she cooed.

Since she lived alone, she'd taken off her arm warmers.

And had nothing to do.

She'd finished all the paperwork two days ago.

She had no pets.

She wasn't hungry.

She had never gotten a T.V.

She lived alone.

She was bored out of her fucking mind.

Until she got a call.

Her ring-tone, 'Scotty doesn't know' by 'Lustra' blared through her too-quiet house.

"Hello?"

"Antarctica. I need your help."

"Who is this?"

"Feliciano."

"Oh hey Feli! I didn't recognize you without your verbal tic-nya~"

"Yeah, whatever. I need you to do a favor for me."

"What do you need?"

"I know that you and Romano used to date. I need you to do something."

"What is it?"

"Kill Romano."

Inside, part of Antarctica wanted to scream 'Yes I'll do it! I'd love to!' while the other, more well known part of her, whispered 'But he loves Romano. Why would he want him dead?'.

She decided to listen to her poison rationality first.

"Why do you want him dead?"

"I am pregnant with a little bambina and she is his. After I found out, I came home to tell Lovi, and I found him fucking Spain. That was about half a month ago. A couple days ago he came back, wanting me to forgive him and to let him raise her with me. I would have welcomed him with open arms, ve~. If he'd just said yes when I asked him if he loved me. He told me that he loved me like a little brother. And Anty, I can't take it. I can't stand looking at him, kissing him on the cheek. I won't be happy until he is gone. Please, help me?"

"Alright. You sound so different Feli. I'll just do this for you. I will regret never seeing him again, but your happy face is all that you're asking for. That's all you want. I'll do it for you, Italy Veniciano. But only for you."

"Oh thank you!"

"Italy, just to make sure, do you really want this? If you change you're mind two days from now, two weeks from now, two years from now, it'll be too late and you won't be able to take it back. You won't be able to call him up, you won't be able to tell him you love him, you'll never hear his voice again, you will never feel his arms around you, you will never be able to feel him inside of him, never feel him next to you when you sleep at night, and your little bambina will be raised without a father. Are you willing to accept those consequences? Are you willing to be a single mother? Are you ready to do it alone?"

As much as Antarctica felt like a hypocrite for saying these things after all that happened with Yao, and no matter how stir crazy she felt from not being able to rip and tear at things with knives and her hands, she felt the need to make sure that this was, in fact, what Italy wanted.

"Yes. I feel more alone with him in my life than I would without him."

"Are you sure though? Why not just tell him to go away, join with Spain, anything?"

"Because he would feel obliged to stay and help take care of her, of me. I don't want that. I don't want him to touch me ever again. Please, stop asking me! I know that you killed big brother France and I don't care about that! I just want Romano gone from my life! I know that you killed your lover too! I just want this. I need to feel happy again, in a reality where he doesn't exist! I can't be happy with him here Aurora, please understand that ve~"

Antarctica's eyes widened. Her voice shook. "H-h-how d-do you know t-that?"

"Japan told me to be careful around you. But he didn't tell anyone else! He thinks that they would be put in danger from knowing or something like that ve~"

Italy's voice no longer sounded low and pained. It sounded happier and more carefree.

"Fine. But only because you're my friend, alright? That is the only fucking reason why I will do this. Well, I need to kill again, but I could have picked anyone for that. Feliciano Vargas, I want you to promise me something."

"Sure ve~ what is it?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone. Promise me that."

"Of course~"

"If you break this promise, I swear Feliciano. I swear that I will kill you slowly, spilling your blood everywhere. And then, after you're gone, I will clean it all up and no one will care that you were gone. No one will worry, no one will want to look. Because right now, you are asking me to kill the one person who has always cared for you, about you, and worried for you. You are asking me to kill your brother, your closest friend, your husband, and the father of your unborn baby girl. Now, are you absolutely positive that you want to go through with this? After this, there will be no backing out. After this, there won't be any running away from your problems."

"Ve~ But isn't that what you did when you killed China? Is this no different? You killed the person you loved too."

"Shut the FUCK up Feli. You don't know what the circumstances were or what he did to me. You don't know. And I never loved him. Never."

Italy laughed.

"You loved him somewhere in your heart, my young amica. Ve~ Don't you know? Hate is just another version of love! You can't run away from what your feeling, amica. You just can't. Eventually, you'll realize it. But how many nations are going to die before you realize it ve~?"

Antarctica felt her blood boil in rage.

"You're pushing your luck," she hissed. "Now, I suggest you shut up about that nya, or I'll just have to murder you instead!"

Italy chuckled.

"Well, at least I got you thinking! Ve~ I'll tell you when I'm ready for your... Services."

Antarctica glared at her phone as it went to dial-tone.

She looked down and let her hair cover her eyes. Why did it have to be Romano? She had to stop killing people close to her.

Maybe a German after Romano? That would be rather fitting.

Antarctica sighed. Now she needed it again.

~x~X~Japan's POV~X~x~

I watched as Antarctica hung up her cell phone and went to her room.

I sighed. I wished that my friend would stop.

It's funny isn't it? That I still think of her as my friend.

Even though I haven't talked to her in so long, she still had a little place in my heart.

And it made me sad to see her marr the skin on her wrists.

To see the slash-marks and the blood that dripped down from them.

If only I could take back what I said to her, to Italy.

If only.

I watched as she slashed in a more erratic way than usual. It was probably from Italy's words. He'd cut deep and aimed low. And now she needed her crutch.

It's strange. I know her better and feel closer to her now more than ever.

But I can't forgive her.

I promised myself.

I see South Korea cry every time he thinks no one is looking.

I never see Taiwan anymore. She seems to be long gone, trying not to deal with us.

Hong Kong is devastated and angry. He screams at Yao's headstone every day, about things like: "How dare you leave us" and "How could you give in" even though he knew that there was nothing that Yao could have done in the end.

And Vietnam is throwing herself into her relationship with America. She is pregnant with his kid, and is always smiling. But I know that she cries when something reminds her too much of Yao.

And I could have stopped it... I saw what happened. I could have stopped this all right when it started, and the guilt is eating away at my soul.

I feel bad for her, and she is still my friend in my heart, but I will never forgive her for what happened to Yao.

I will never forget.

The doorbell had gone off a few times, but both me and Antarctica were too lost in our train of thought to hear it.

When someone pushed open her bedroom door however, me and Antarctica both had similar looks of shock on our faces.

"Hey Anty! It's been a while since the king of Scandinavia came to visit so-"

So~ Yes! That was #8! I hope it was okay? And indigo, thanks again! I hope this chapter wasn't too weird. It had a lot of talking. Well, If you guess who it is, you get a cookie along with the dead nations!