Death Club:Who?

(a.k.a. This chapter is finally being written!)

warnings for this chappie: PruCan fluff, OOC Canada, unnecessary gore~

have fun kiddies!

~x~X~(Woah! Remember these?) Canada's house~X~x~

Canada and Prussia were curled together happily on the couch in Canada's living room, making out.

Canada had already lost his shirt, and Prussia slowly brought a hand up to run his fingers lightly along Canada's ahoge.

Canada shivered and moaned into the open-mouth kiss.

Gilbird tweeted happily from in the background, nestled happily on Kuma's head.

I don't feel like writing a smex scene anymore, so just imagine it! I'm sure you can come up with something good~ Just remember, involve maple syrup, a lollipop, handcuffs, rose scented oil, and a maids dress... just imagine it however you think it would go with those 5 things!

Prussia and Canada were now cuddled together happily.

"That was fun eh~"

"Kesese! It was totally awesome Birdie. We should do that again next time I come over!"

"Mmhmm"

"I'm sorry that I have to go tomorrow Birdie."

"I wish you could stay here forever~"

"Me too, but West would miss having my awesomeness around! I love you Birdie~"

"I love you too Gil."

Prussia kissed Canada's forehead and Canada nuzzled his neck happily.

"I want to be with you forever Gil~ I wish that being a nation was less complicated, eh?"

"Me too Birdie"

They fell asleep soon, nestled in each others arms.

The next morning, after a comfortable breakfast of sausage and eggs (neither of them could look at the maple syrup without blushing heavily, let alone eat it), Prussia kissed Canada and left for the Airport.

Canada cleaned up the dishes and whatnot, not really noticing the figure behind him until it said something.

"Mon dieu Canada! Why do you always leave your door unlocked? Don't you know? There's a nation-killer on the loose!"

Oh, just felt like I needed to say this: Antarctica picks up bits and pieces of the language of whoever she's with. So, hopefully, that explains some of the terms I throw around.

Canada whirled around, producing a hockey stick out of no-where and brandishing it at the figure.

His heart had sped up in fear when he heard a voice.

But it slowed down again when he recognized the person.

"Mon dieu! Antarctica! What on earth are you doing here eh?"

"I just came to visit my favorite uncle," she pouted. "Is there a problem with that?"

Canada shook his head. "No. Just knock next time eh!"

Antarctica nodded obediently.

"So what did you come see me for? And why do you have your scythe with you eh?"

Antarctica giggled and held it tightly in a position that alarmed Canada.

"I'm making a house-call~" she said as she swung it forward.

Canada yelped and jumped backwards, with her scythe only cutting through the fabric in the front of his shirt.

"What the hell eh?" Canada yelled.

"Ooh~ A fighter! You'll be much more fun than the other traitors!"

Canada ran forward and grabbed the scythe. He tried to pull it away from her, but they struggled for a minute.

"What do you mean? Traitors? And what do you mean: More fun?" he screamed at her.

Antarctica giggled and wrenched the scythe towards her.

"Are you stupid? It should be obvious to you that I'm the killer! I mean, seriously! How dumb could you be? I come into your 'ouse with a scythe, and you barely blink an eye! Lovino was worse though, if it makes you feel better~ He didn't even bother questioning it!"

Canada stared at the girl, and pulled a hand away, grabbing his hockey stick.

"You're a sick bitch you know that eh?"

"Ooh~ What naughty words Mattie~ I ripped out Lovi's tongue for using naughty words! And I'm not afraid to do the same to you!"

Canada pushed her down and raised his hockey stick over his head.

"MATT! STOP!" Prussia screamed, choosing that second to walk in, not hearing Antarctica's words, only seeing his love about to slam a hockey-stick down on her head.

"Matt, Birdie, it's okay, You're too awesome to do this!"

Wait... what just happened? Why am I making this way? I was gonna kill off Canada... Well, whatever! It sounds good so far!

Canada looked up in disbelief at Prussia. "What are you doing here eh?"

"I forgot Gilbird. Good thing I did though, what the hell were you about to do to Antarctica?"

"She came into my house and-"

"Matt that's not a good enough reason to bash her head in."

"Shut up dammit! Let me finish!"

Prussia crouched down next to Antarctica, who was pretending to be sobbing from fear and shock.

She curled into a ball and clutched onto Prussia's jacket.

A flash of possessiveness flashed through Canada and he cleared his throat.

"She came into my house with that scythe and tried to kill me! You didn't hear what she said Gil! She's the nation-killer, she admitted to it!"

Prussia looked like he was trying to believe his love, but the sobbing girl made it a little hard.

"Antarctica, what do you say happened?" Prussia wanted to get both stories before deciding who to believe.

"H-he invited m-m-me and when I c-came in here h-he hit m-me with his h-hockey stick," Antarctica pulled up the side of her shirt to expose a huge bruise on her side. "T-then you c-came over and h-he locked m-me up d-downstairs and h-he dragged m-me up here w-when you l-left. I p-pulled out my s-scythe t-to prot-tect myself." she hiccuped. "T-then h-he p-pushed m-me down a-and t-tried to h-hit me!" Antarctica sobbed and buried her head in Prussia's front.

"Gil please, she's lying!" Canada protested. But he knew that she sounded too believable. She even looked as if she hadn't eaten much in about a week or so, dark hollows under her eyes, her hair looked a little greasy and messy, and her clothes looked and smelled a little old. She looked the part for her lie. Prussia's eyes hardened and looked into Canada's.

"Because I love you, I'm going to turn you in rather than kill you now."

Canada's eyes felt tears start to flow from his eyes.

"B-but Gil! I-i didn't kill anyone! She's lying! Please just trust me!"

"I did trust you. How do explain that bruise? How she looks?"

"I can't, just please trust me! I didn't do that to her! She's the one who tried to kill me, not the other way around!"

Prussia still looked disbelieving. He shook his head and pulled up his phone. He had only typed in the 9-1- when Antarctica stopped him.

"Please p-promise me, no hospitals?"

She looked up at him with big eyes and he nodded solemnly. "Alright. I'll just get the police. Go up and get a shower and dressed alright? The awesome police are gonna need a testimony."

Antarctica went behind him with her scythe, and seemed to be considering something.

"Gil! Behind you!" Canada screamed, too late.

Gilbert Beilshmidt's (might have spelled that wrong) head stared forward, unseeingly, and rolled forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud. His neck, now thoroughly void of it's head, spurted out blood like a sinister model of rain.

Antarctica caught a drop on her index finger and sucked on it happily.

"You know, Matthew, I can't let you live after that."

"Why. Why did you kill him eh?" Matt fought to keep his voice controlled.

Antarctica shrugged. "He got in my way of killing you. And he is a traitor. He was sad when that Mother Fucker died."

"I'm going to go out on a limb here, no pun intended eh, but by 'mother hoser' do you mean China?"

Antarctica snickered at his pun and nodded.

"Alright. Why are we traitors? Why did you kill China?"

"Because he was bad! And the rest of you are just as bad for mourning him!"

"Why was he bad eh? Did he do something to you?"

"Why so many questions nya? Trying to postpone your death maybe?"

Antarctica was holding her scythe in front of her, and Canada was doing the same with his hockey-stick. They had started circling each other a little while ago.

"Whats it matter to you? Nya! Just shut up and let me kill you!" she screamed, frustrated, lunging forward to try to slash him with her scythe.

"I want to know why!"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're still my niece, even though you've gone nuts! I CARE ABOUT YOU!"

As he spoke, he brought the hockey-stick forward, slamming it into her wrists.

Antarctica screamed and collapsed on the floor. She cradled her wrists to her chest and tried to stand up again. Her eyes dulled from the pain that flowed into her wrists.

Canada leaped forward and grabbed her wrists firmly.

Antarctica screamed again and tried to pull away. She aimed a few good kicks at him, but they didn't hurt the stronger nation.

He slammed her into the wall and held her there.

"Why? WHY? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KILL THEM?" Canada yelled.

Antarctica sobbed openly from the pain and her arm warmers slipped down on accident. The gauze was getting soaked with blood from all of the cuts that had been forcibly opened by Canada's blow.

He noticed the sickening wetness on his hands and looked up at her wrists.

"Holy shit eh!" he yelped and backed away, dropping her.

He glanced around his house quickly, looking for something to staunch the bleeding. Canada turned and ran to his bathroom quickly to get some towels and a first aid kit, momentarily forgetting that she'd killed 5 nations.

When he came back he started with her left wrist, sitting very close to her.

He didn't even see the knife coming.

It sank into his right side, then was pulled out and shoved back in again.

"You"

She stabbed him again.

"opened"

Another stab.

"my"

Another stab.

"cuts!"

She slashed upwards violently and Canada's blood splattered onto them.

"Gil... I guess I'm following you..."

Antarctica's furious eyes were the last thing that he saw as Matthew Williams still-beating heart was literally ripped out.

Well, that was that! Whoo for more gore! I don't entirely know where this came from. At first it was Cuba instead of Prussia, then there was going to be an exceedingly explicit sex scene in the beginning, then I thought that Prussia was going to live, then Antarctica was going to stab Prussia and Canada get away. Then it turned into this. Well, anyways, cookies still go to dead nations and this chapter had very little plot ^3^