Stupid brother, where could he have gone? It seemed I had checked all of his usual places. I even checked that dead potato bastard's house. Veneziano wasn't anywhere.
I saw the hamburger bastard not to far away. He looked a little odd. A little different from how he usually looked. Plus he was standing in the middle of the road, which happened to be in my way.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I said.
"Romano? Is that you? Why are you out here by yourself? Don't you know about all the murders going on?"
"Of course it's me! Who else would it be? And I'm not an idiot, of course I know about the murders. Aren't you being a bit hypocritical? I don't see you out with anybody either."
"What are you talking about?" His face finally got a bit of emotion. It was confusion. "I'm out here with my brother." He indicated to the space next to him. My god, he was delusional.
"I repeat, what the hell is wrong with you? It's like your brain died or something."
America sighed. "England's dead."
"Oh shit!" I said. They got him? Of all people? He was one of the toughest people I knew.
"Yeah. What I can't figure out is why he bothered to draw this." He showed me a picture of some weird swirly star.
"Ugh, that England's always been a weird one hasn't he?"
"Actually, there's been something I've been meaning to ask you, Romano."
"Well, spit it out already. It's not like I've got all day, you know." I needed to find my brother.
"Right, one thing I've noticed is that in all the crimes a different gun had been used. I hate to bring this up, but the mafia isn't involved in this, is it? You're the head of the mafia, aren't you?"
I froze. Shit just got serious. This couldn't be happening. "I didn't tell anyone to move, and I sure as hell didn't kill anybody."
America nodded. "Right. So Canada and I've got to go. You be careful, okay?"
Who? America headed further down the road he was on. I ran in the other direction. This couldn't be happening. How was this even possible? I ran back home praying that I wouldn't be too late.
"This is horrible," Canada said.
We had arrived at Belgium's house. I would have been utterly horrified, but I wasn't. I was all horrified out. Nothing like this surprised me anymore.
Belgium and Netherlands were laid side by side. Someone had taken a machine gun and destroyed their bodies. Something had been bothering me about the names of the victims. They were all connected in some way that I couldn't remember.
"It looks like Netherlands died trying to protect Belgium," Canada said. It was true. Netherlands' body had covered Belgium, but it was no use. The bullets had torn threw both of their bodies.
"It's sort of amazing the lengths siblings would go through," Canada said.
It was like I had been electrocuted. Something had clicked. The names, Siblings, even England's drawing. Everything had fallen into place. Oh God!
"Canada, you're a genius. I'm serious! Certified hero!"
I ran out the house. I wouldn't be to late this time. I won't let all those people die in vain.