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With the solid weight of the gun in his hands England crept toward the kitchen. He kept close to the wall and when he reached the doorway he peered around and into the room he had seen Canada in. He was no longer there and the Brit felt a tinge of fear that came from not knowing where the danger was.

He moved quietly, checking each room and it didn't take long to find the nation he was looking for. Canada stood with his back to the living room, looking out the window at a crow that picked at the soggy lawn. England pointed the gun at him and cocked it.

At the sound the northern nation raised his hands shakily and taking in shuddering breaths turned around. His face was stained with tears, but England found no sympathy for his former colony as he slowly approached. As he did Canada backed away. When his back hit the window he slid down to sit against the wall.

They stayed that way for a minute or so and France appeared behind England, looking scared and uncertain. "Well, what are you waiting for?" said Canada, his voice growing louder. "Shoot me! Just get it over with!"

"That was never you on the couch, was it?" England asked shakily. "That was America. That was him that whole f*cking time!"

"Shoot me."

"No," said the Brit. "First I have to know. Why did you do it?"

"What? No! Just shoot me!"

"Why did you kill America! Tell me!"

Canada swallowed. "It was an accident," he muttered. "I didn't want to do it."

"Oh, so the pillow just fell onto his face."

"No. I just wanted him to stop screaming."

The pillow wrinkled under his white-knuckled grasp and his brother's hands clawed at the fabric, fighting for air. "Just shut up!" Canada shouted. "For once in your life, just shut up!"

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Any more questions? Because I feel like you're going to shoot me no matter what I say."

"Yes. Why did you kill the others?"

"Japan saw what happened. He was at Al's house too, but he left to get some more ice cream. I saw him watching. He saw."

"And Germany?"

"He was scared. But unlike you he began to figure it out. He found me in the stairwell and pulled a gun. I would have hidden the body, but I heard you there so I bolted. As for the others they all knew something too. Finland was doubtful, he knew something was up when he saw the body, so I took care of him. Switzerland walked in on it so he had to go too. Prussia spotted me while I was setting up the suicide and I knew he would recognize me like France did."

"But Switzerland-"

"Had his gun. I know. He pulled it on me like Germany did so… I ran away. I got to the kitchen before he could catch up with me, but someone had left pasta sauce on the stove and I accidentally spilled it when I ran into it. Switzerland slipped on it and hit his head. So… I finished him off."

On the counter was a knife holder. He picked out the biggest one and, taking a firm grip, Canada pulled it across Switzerland's naked throat. One stroke was all it took and the blood began to flow down onto the collar of his crisp white shirt.

"But I still don't understand how you faked the suicide if America was dead already," said England.

Canada shrugged. "I got America's body and strung it up. No harm no foul. It would have ended it all if Prussia hadn't been wandering the halls, looking for a midnight snack." The tears were still trickling down his face, but his shaking had stopped now and his eyes just looked empty.

"Right. I understand that France recognized you. That's why you two were constantly talking, but why did you tie him up?"

"Why did I tie him up? Or why didn't I kill him? To answer the second question, it's the same reason I didn't kill you. I couldn't kill family, America was a mistake. To answer the first, it's because he didn't exactly approve of what I was doing. He understood my first mistake, but when the others started dying too he threatened to tell someone. I had to keep him quiet."

"Okay. Just one last question. Why did you kill Sealand?"

"I didn't kill him," Canada snarled.

"Well whether you killed him or not he's still dead because of what you did. So unless this is another one of your tricks I suggest you tell me what happened!" England tightened his grip on the gun and Canada looked suddenly small and scared.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I'll tell you." He sniffed. "While you were snooping around and finding out absolutely nothing Sealand had the brains to figure out what was going on. He hid under tables during meetings he wasn't supposed to hear and snuck around, hiding in places only he knew about. He didn't have ties to the others like you did so in all his searching he managed to piece it all together.

"He left me a note telling me to meet him on the roof to talk so I met him there. The only thing he hadn't figured out was that I wasn't America. He got scared when I told him what really happened and he started backing up."

Rain darkened the pebbles on the roof and Sealand's feet kept on moving. Canada watched as he neared the edge. The edge which was slick with water.

"I didn't kill him," he finished. "He slipped." Canada hid his face in his hands and was quiet for a moment. "I never wanted any of this to happen," he finally muttered through his fingers. "I didn't want this. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. I thought if it was me who died then no one would care, it would all just vanish… but then there was you. And you just wouldn't let it go away. J-just shoot me, okay? I don't want to keep living anymore. I don't want to do any more harm."

England felt paralyzed. He wasn't sure whether he should shoot Canada or give him a hug. The gun suddenly felt too heavy. He began to lower it, but it was grabbed from his hand and France stepped forward, gun in hand and pointed it at his former colony.

"Desolé," he said quietly. And then France pulled the trigger.

The end.

Just kidding! I would never end a story like that, that's just ridiculous. There's still a bit more to come, so don't give up hope. Keep reading, reviewing and being awesome like dat!

Hetalia is not mine just the storyline