Death Club:Accidents and Assassins

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

Antarctica looked up in shock at Denmark.

For a second, time seemed to freeze at the scene.

Antarctica, sitting in her windowsill, with a razor in her left hand and a long string of erratic, deep, slashing red welts scattered among the older welts and scars. Blood was flowing freely from the cuts and dripping onto her pants.

Then Denmark started walking towards her, breaking the moment.

Antarctica flinched and cradled her arm into her chest and out of sight. She whimpered as he took her wrist and held it gingerly, his face softening.

"So that's what you've been hiding." he said softly, with a tenderness that was very rare to see from him.

He pulled the razor from her hand and set it on the bookshelf.

It was strange to see Denmark in a serious deposition.

Denmark led her to the bathroom and lightly rinsed off the blood and wrapped her wrist in gauze.

Antarctica watched him warily.

Denmark looked up at her and chuckled quietly.

"Not many nations would react like I just did. Please be careful."

Antarctica was taken back by how gentle and kind he was being.

"W-why did y-you act like t-that?"

Denmark's smile faded and he played with her hand.

"I had a friend once. I found out that she did this too and I... reacted badly. I tried to force her to stop but that just made it worse. She's not around anymore."

Antarctica hugged Denmark.

"I'm sorry that that happened. I'm sure that you were a great friend to her Matthias."

Denmark hugged her back and they stayed that way for a while before Denmark had to leave.

"Thank you for sharing her with me. Feel free to visit anytime." She said sincerely as he left.

After he left,went into the guest bedroom that was always used by Ivan and/or America.

She puled his scarf out of a drawer and curled up in the bed with it. She'd never admit it aloud, but she missed her mother and regretted killing him. It had felt good at the time, but it hadn't been worth it in the long run.

She'd failed that plan.

She inhaled the faint scent of sunflowers and alcohol.

And hated herself a little.

Since she'd skipped the last meeting, the next one was in about a month. Great. Just Great.

(a week later)

"Antarctica."

"Feliciano."

"It's time."

"Okay, I guess. Be there tomorrow."

Antarctica heard the dial tone again and sighed. She was really starting to hate Italy.

When Antarctica boarded the plane the next day with her giant scythe and a duffel bag filled with knives and a change of clothes, all she had to do was flash her I.D. And smile at the airport workers to get on.

She arrived in Italy and went straight to the Vargas residence.

Romano opened the door and let her in with a smile and no questioning of the giant scythe.

"Hiya Lovi~ How are you?"

"I'm as good as I can get with that tomato bastard calling every few hours to hear the news on mi bambina. You? Oh here, let me take your bag. It looks as heavy as hell."

Antarctica obliged and followed him upstairs happily.

"So what did you come here for?" Romano asked her once he'd gotten all the way up to the guest bedroom.

Antarctica smiled. "A request."

And then she slashed his legs in half at the knees with her scythe. She giggled maniacally as the blood splattered on the walls, furniture, and bed and Romano's screams suddenly filled the air.

Antarctica felt lighter inside.

She straddled his waist and cut an 'X' into his right cheek.

"FELICIANO! RUN AWAY DAMMIT! DON'T COME UPSTAIRS AND GET THE HELL OUT OF THE HOUSE! ANTARCTICA IS HERE AND SHE JUST FUCKING CUT ME! GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN FELI! RUN BASTARD!"

Antarctica grabbed his tongue with her hand and leaned down over her newest victim.

"You know what Lovi? You have such a pretty mouth, but you always say such ugly words."

She then proceeded to cut out his tongue.

She cut his abdomen open and played with his organs a bit while he slowly choked on his own blood.

"You know, I'm only killing you because Feli wanted me too. I'm sorry, I really am Lovi. I hope that you don't hate me for this. And can I tell you a secret? I killed Yao. Ooh! That was fun. I hope that feli's baby looks just like her daddy, I always did like you better anyway. Well, since I have to kill you, I might as well make it feel good, right?"

She chattered to the dying man under her absent-mindedly, reaching up and stroking his ahoge with one bloody hand.

Eventually his face paled, his blood was cold, and his heart refused to beat.

"Have fun?"

Antarctica looked up at Italy.

"Could you have made any more of a mess?"

She rolled her eyes and wiped her hands on the carpet.

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower and clean my scythe. Go see a movie or something and don't call the cops until you come back home. Make yourself seen. Establish an alibi you sick bastard."

Italy nodded with a 've~' and Antarctica did as planned.

She gave Lovino one last pity-filled look before leaving to go home.

Hi! Thank you all for being nice in the reviews! It really makes my day to see them. Well, two people got their cookies for guessing right and dead nations get a cookie too. Romano gets as many tomatos as he wants over in the place where dead nations go. Well, bye!