Canada couldn't really process what just happened. The pain clouded his vision too much. All he knew was that Russia was standing with a shotgun pointed at his brother who held a gun pointed at him. It was all really confusing.

America's mind was, of course, racing. Here Russia was with a dangerous weapon and the trigger could be pulled at any moment. He forced himself to remain calm. "Well, Russia. What are you doing here? I thought you were running away back to your home like a scared little rat."

Russia just glared.

Canada, panting heavily, could really only watch as the scene unfolded before him. "R-Russia," he gasped. "What are you doing back here?"

Russia's eyes flickered over to Canada. "I couldn't just leave you. I knew America would find out sometime. I came to stop him but…it looks like I was a bit late."

The Canadian nodded. "He found out sooner than I anticipated."

America smiled. "You thought I wouldn't catch on? Honestly, I'm not that stupid."

"Could've fooled me."

America turned to Russia and aimed at his head. "What did you just say?"

Russia flinched slightly but held his ground. "Face it, America. You're not the smartest nation out there." He sucked in his breath through his teeth when a bullet buried itself in his shoulder.

Canada jerked back when he heard the gunshot. "What the hell?!"

America's glare could burn a hole through concrete. "I am not stupid," he seethed. "I am one of the most powerful nations out there." He turned his head and looked at his brother. "I have gotten stronger since I was born, like any other nation. I am not an idiot!" Without pausing, he fired a bullet into Canada's arm.

Russia took a concerned step forward. "America. I know now not to mess with you, but really? Hunting your own brother is a new low." He looked at Canada. With his eyes, he sent one message. Run. Without warning, he shot America in the arm.

The American let out a surprised cry and leapt to the side as Russia attempted to shoot him again.

Canada quickly started to drag himself away as Russia quickly moved to stand in front of him. Looking over his shoulder, he only saw Russia who was slowly scanning the area. "Russia!"

"Just hurry and find a way out of here! I will join you after I'm done with the American!"

Canada could only nod and grit his teeth as he left the area painfully slowly.

Now that Russia was alone, he looked around. He heard and saw nothing, but he knew the country was out there. Nothing but the birds chirping could be heard. The Russian forced himself to remain calm as he slowly got down on one knee to be less noticeable. He started to move out of the clearing and into the more forested area. His violet eyes were on high alert for the American. There was nothing to follow, no footprints, no blood trail. It was as if the nation just vanished. The Russian kept his shotgun cocked and ready for anything that moved. Something didn't make sense. America was nowhere to be seen. Russia got up and lowered his weapon. It looks like he ran away. The coward. His thoughts were immediately gone when he felt a gun pressed against the small of his back. He stiffened.

America sneered. "Did you really just lower your guard?"

Russia didn't respond. His hands were up in surrender and his mind was thinking about how to get out of this situation.

"You thought I ran away, didn't you?"

Russia still had his gun but it was up in the air. He was ready to whip around and knock the gun out of America's hand. He just needed to think carefully. Quick as lightning, he whipped around and slapped the gun away from America. Unfortunately, America had ducked before Russia could fire another shot.

America kicked the shotgun out of his opponent's hand and tackled the larger man to the ground. He attempted to start choking the crap out of Russia but Russia threw him to the side before he could do so.

Russia grabbed a branch and swung around and whacked America in the head. He quickly dove for his gun as America fell and shot blindly.

America rolled out of the way somehow and pulled a knife out of his boot. He ran headlong at Russia and rolled, missing the bullet again. When he got close enough, he knocked the gun out of the way and leapt up, using the momentum coming down to bury the knife into Russia's shoulder.

Russia nearly screamed and fell to his knees. He looked up through teary eyes at America's grinning face. The knife was still moving deeper.

"You forget, Russia," America spat. "You forget just what I'm capable of."

Russia let his shotgun drop to the ground. He used all his strength to grab onto America's arm and stop it from going any deeper. "A-America, please!"

America only laughed his icy laugh.

Russia reached into his long coat and pulled out a hunting knife of his own. Without wasting any more time, he pushed himself forward and stabbed America deep in the stomach.

America's mouth opened in a silent scream as he let go of his knife and dropped to the side.

Russia slowly stood up and pulled the knife out of his shoulder. He watched as America's eyes glared daggers at him.

They continued to look at each other until America closed his eyes and sank to the ground.

Russia finally let his breath go as he started panting. It was done. America was dead. He turned and slowly picked up his shotgun and started walking away. After a while, he made his way out of the forest and to the car that was waiting for him. He got inside and looked at the driver. "To the airport. I have to get back home."

Canada was resting in the hospital in Russia when the country himself walked in, his shoulder bandaged. "Oh, Russia!" You're okay!"

Russia nodded. "How are you doing?" He looked the nation over.

Canada's leg was bandaged and there were bandages all over his body. "I'm fine. I've been worse."

Russia smiled. "You're safe, here. I've given you sanctuary so America can't touch you."

"Did you…kill him?"

Russia was silent for a moment then nodded.

Canada shook his head. "I know my brother. He's not dead. He's a nation. He can't die."

Russia blinked before turning to leave. "In any case, you're safe…you're welcome." With that, he left and closed the door behind him.

Canada sighed and relaxed for once in a long time. He was alright. He was safe. America couldn't hurt him anymore.

Deep in the Pine Barrens, America stirred, slowly sitting up and leaning against a tree. He gritted his teeth as he grabbed the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out of his stomach. He laughed. "Pain…it hurts…that's good." He gazed at the knife that was red with sticky blood. "I guess that means I'm still kicking." He let out a chuckle. This grew into a laugh which the escalated into a cackle. Once he got out of the forest and once he healed and grew stronger, there would be hell to pay. And he knew exactly who was going to pay it.

Well, this was a fun thing to write. I hope you guys liked this as much as I did. If you liked this, then my job was done. Thank you for sticking with me, readers. This is Flamboyantlollipop signing off. Until next time!