The next hit I knew wouldn't be hard. It was probably the easiest that there would ever be. I made my way through the ruins.
The sun beat down on my head. My shadow stretched out long behind me.
"Meow." I flinched at the sudden noise. It was just another stray cat. I squatted down and patted its furry head. She purred under my touch.
I went back to the task I had set before myself. Greece was sleeping on part of his mother's ruins. I held my gun up to his head and fired. The impact rolled his body to the ground, his blood spilling out.
It almost surprised me how used to this I had become. How easy it was. How unfazed I had become. I didn't even flinch as several stray cats pranced over to lap at their owner's blood.
I heard the footsteps of something that wasn't feline. I hid behind the ruins of one of the pillars. I had always been good at hiding and running away.
"Bloody hell! Bloody hell!" the voice of the footsteps said.
Today must have been another one of my lucky days. England shooed the cats away and started to inspect Greece.
"He's still warm…" England muttered. Realization hit him and he rolled out of my sight. I should have acted right away.
"That's your seventh now, you bastard. I'll make sure there isn't another one of your victims. You die today."
Seven? I counted on my fingers. I only remembered killing six.
"First it was Austria, poor little Lichtenstein, that pervert France, refrained Japan, self proclaimed awesome Prussia, Hungary killed herself in grief, and now Greece. What have any of them ever done to you?"
It would be stupid to answer, so I didn't. I calmed my mind. I had to think. England I knew was a top-notch spy. He would probably be the hardest to take down. Unlike Japan, England probably wouldn't hesitate to kill me. Two extremities in the same day.
"Don't you realize how many people you've hurt?" His footsteps sounded. They were fast against the stone. It echoed throughout the place and made it difficult to hear where he was coming from or where he was going.
I took a chance and moved as well. I looked both ways and ran from pillar to pillar.
Bullets flew by the pillar I was at. He could guess where I was at, but I still had no idea where he was. I fired a few shots in the vague direction that I was being fired from.
I looked around frantically. Finally, I smiled to myself. England had made his mistake. He was in my line of sight. I fired my gun at him.
He fell to the ground with a groan. He wasn't dead yet. I would have to finish him off.
I saw his eyes go wide as I stalked over.
"Not who you were expecting?" I said.
"Actually, no. I was expecting your brother, but I'll kill you just the same." England held up his gun. He was locked on me.
I had been expecting this. I shot immediately at his wrist, knocking the gun from his hand. He screamed out in pain.
His blood dripped down to his fingertips. He thought I wouldn't notice but he nonchalantly drew a swirl into the ground.
I stood over him. My first shot had just gotten his shoulder. I wouldn't miss this time. I shot straight into his heart. I watched his face as his strength left him with the blood. Just like all the others.
Now to deal with the swirl. He tried to leave a cue about my trademark curl. I grabbed his wrist by the sleeve. I dipped his finger back into the blood. I drew a star on top of the swirl. There. It looked just like one of his magic spells. My identity would still be hidden.
"Veneziano! I made your fucking favorite! Come out already!"
I put the pasta on the table. After all I did for my brother he still didn't appreciate it. I stomped off to Veneziano's room. I knocked on his door. He still shut himself in his room for most of the day.
"I said come out already. Your food's going to get fucking cold!"
There was no answer.
"Don't make me come in there!"
Still no answer. Guess I had no choice.
I forced down my brother's door. The room was empty. Where could he be hiding? I hadn't noticed him come out.
I felt the soft breeze. A breeze? His fucking window was wide open.
"Damn it, Veneziano!"
Didn't he know that there was a fucking murderer out there? I stormed out of the house to look for my little brother.