Chapter 2

I stood outside the hotel that Prussia and Germany were staying in, it was only a few miles away from the home Canada and I lived in, so I was really hoping this would be a quick trip. I would do everything and anything for Matthew after all that he has done for me, but I found myself getting nervous to meet this man who seemed to terrorize my poor Matvey. What if he got mad at me? What if he made fun of Matvey more because of what I said? I really hadn't thought this through, but I wasn't prepared to leave until I told this man just how much it was bothering me about what he was putting Matvey through, I just hope I didn't end up ruining everything by crying like always. I need to think through what I was going to do, maybe if planned it out and was a bit more confident in my words than I would snap and start crying like I usually did, I mean I'm sure he isn't as scary as Belarus, so this can't be too hard.

I stood outside the building thinking hard about what I was going to say, when suddenly I felt someone's body bump in to my shoulder.

"Oh my goodness I am so sorry!" I shouted, tears coming to my eyes, well there goes any confidence I had a few minutes ago.

"Huh, oh hey no it was my bad," he man said as he turned to face me. I was surprised to be met with light fair hair stick up from underneath a dark, black hood, and red eyes that seemed to glow from the darkness under the hood, it was Prussia! "Oh hey," he said recognizing me. "You're that Soviet Union chic, right? Ukraine was it? I hardly even recognized you without your farm girl outfit." He chuckled looking down oddly at my pull over sweater and jeans.

"Well yeah," I said blushing a little at how he noticed. "I don't really work on the farm anymore, so I don't wear it, you know." I told him.

"Well I am glad, a girl like you is too pretty to be wearing clothes covered in dirt and working yourself to the bone," he said smiling intently at me. I felt myself blushing again at his stares. It seemed hard for me to understand that a man as nice as him could be so mean to Matvey.

"Thank you," I responded reminded of the reason I had come here.

He chuckled, smiling friendly at me. "I don't think I have seen you since the last World Meeting, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, I actually live nearby," I told.

"What, here in Toronto? Oh, that's right, you're going out with that Canada guy right?" he asked making a face when he said Canada's name, like he had a bad taste in his mouth. That was the only hint that he gave confirming what Matvey had told me.

"Yeah, he is really a nice guy, he is the one who got me off of the farm, I'm really happy he allowed me to come here and live with him. I love this city!" I said smiling happily at him, he didn't seem to echo my smile, and though he was smiling…his was different.

"Well, that is…wonderful," he said dismissively as if he really didn't care for the subject. I felt the question pulling inside me, I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't find the words. I didn't want to seem like a psycho by just accusing him randomly, he seemed like such a nice guy, I guess it wouldn't be wrong if we just hung out a bit and talked, I would bring up Matthew's issue later. I'm sure he had a reasonable reason for causing Matvey such grief; maybe he just wanted him to work to his full ability.

"Well what are you doing here, Matvey said that you came to the G8 meetings with your brother, but that doesn't start for a few more hours," I said glancing down at the clock on my cell phone.

"Oh well yeah, I'm still going to that, it's just, well I am sharing a room with my brother and right now he is going crazy, because it is the last day if the summit, and well there is no way I can handle his crazy neat organized-ness, sober and…well…I drank all my beer last night, so I decided to head out to a bar, you are welcome to join me, I mean drinking is always fun when you have a buddy," he smiled at me friendly-like, so it was hard to turn him down. You wanted to talk to him…and he has a reputation for drinking, it wouldn't really mean anything, I thought trying to convince myself. Plus it gives you a chance to talk to him and then you can bring up your whole reason for coming here.

"Sure, that would be wonderful," I said. I knew that Matvey wouldn't like it, me drinking with the man who he has been busting his ass to impress, all week, but he didn't necessarily have to know, I mean it was not like I was cheating on him or anything, I was just having a drink with a friend, nothing to feel guilty about, nothing that Matvey necessarily had to know.

"Great," he said, a smile spreading across his face, he put his hand on my shoulder, in a show of friendship. "This is actually perfect, since I don't know the area; you can show me all the places with the good pubs." I smiled and lead him to a little place I had in mind, a place that Matvey took me sometimes: peints Blanc et écarlate, it was very pretty, and probably my favorite place to go for drinks. It was such a pretty face, and the drinks were awesome! I knew exactly where it was from the hotel Prussia was staying at, it was a simple walk around the block. I was really proud with how well I really had come to know the city, it has been my home for a while now, so naturally I knew where everything was as if it were my own home country. Yet I still couldn't get over how great the city made me feel, it seemed that no matter how long I stay here, I would never get use to the beauty of all of it. Every time I walked through the city I found myself gazing up at all lights and buildings in awe, it was such a pretty sight. I heard Prussia laugh, at my side, because of my childish behavior, but I paid it no mind. After a few minutes we finally arrived at the bar, and Gilbert was so excited to see the pouring of alcohol, that he nearly sprinted in to the building, trading my shoulder for my wrist. He found a seat that practically had his name written on it, and sat on it as if he had done it every day of his life.

"2 beers please," he said barely paying any attention to the bartender as he turned to me and patted the seat next to him. I smile and took my place next to him.

"You didn't have to order for me," I told him, it was in the afternoon, and I really didn't plan on drinking, but then again it was very rare that I got to go out drinking with friends. I guess I should take advantage of this rare occasion. I smile at him thanking him for his kindness, and he chuckled and smiled back at me, he seemed really happy.

"Are you kidding," he joked. "That second beer is for me," he said chuckling as he scooted both beers in front of himself, and wrapped his arms protectively around both of them, before sliding the second one over in front of me.

"Thanks," I said taking it, and taking a huge gulp. Prussia snorted and I turned to him as he began chug his entire pint. When he was finished he slammed his glass down with a satisfied sigh.

"2 more," he said to the bartender, before leaning over towards me. "This time, I am going to keep my second one!" The bartender quickly filled his order and slid two more beers over to him taking his other empty glass. "Alright," Prussia said picking up his glass. "To European countries, I used to be one, and you still are! Cheers!" We clanked our glasses together before he chugged down his drink. Our bonding continued like this for awhile, he bought rounds and rounds and rounds, before he finally decided to call the quits, but he did take a little convincing from me.

"C'mon," I said. "Let me walk you back to my hotel."

"Aw, C'mon, Katy, I'm not even drunk, yet!" he shouted, flailing his arms.

"C'mon Gilbert, you have to go to a meeting in like, half an hour!" I shouted trying to pry him from the barstool he clung to. Working on a farm for years can give you all sorts of muscles, ones that didn't really show in my physique, but all the same they still existed, but surprisingly they were no match for the ones in this German drunk, I pulled and pulled and pulled, but not once did he budge. Finally after about five minutes of hitting him and trying to pry him from the seat all while yelling Ukrainian curses, that by the look of it, a couple people understood, I was able to remove him from his precious seat and I began walking him outside of the bar.

"Alright, we need to get you some coffee," I stated as began to fully grasp how drunk was.

"No, no," he said. "I will be fine. Just, talk to me." I looked at him not sure what to do, he looked over at me and seemed to sense my mood and smiled. "Fine, I will go and get some coffee before heading to the summit. Just talk to me, I mean you're my drinking buddy, and what happens when you taking the drinking out of buddies?"

"They just become buddies," I said finishing his sentence. He nodded and we continued to walk, passing many coffee shops on our way. I complied with his demands, and I felt that he may have something to pay me in return. "So…um," I said finally breaking the silence. "Matvey was telling me about some of the G8 summits, and he actually mentioned you," I told him not sure how to start.

"Oh really," he said a look coming in to his eyes that I really couldn't understand.

"Yeah, he said you were being a bit of a ball buster." He snorted. "And he has been working really hard to proving wrong and stuff, and I have to say, I really don't like it. It is affecting his health, and I hate seeing him like this." I told him, hoping that this would be the end of our hanging out.

"And what do you wt me to do about it?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly at him.

"Well I hope you might consider going a bit easier on him," I hinted, still smiling, hoping that perhaps our friendship may contribute to his answer.

"So what, Canada boy couldn't stick up for himself, he had to go and get his girlfriend to do it for him?" he said. "Such a strong backbone, I really understand of why I don't just go and invade him to get my land back, it's not like they would put up much of a fight, I would simply have to fight the girlfriends of Canada, but that is saying that his army fights like him," he laughed. He snorted. "Lame," he said as he began to walk away from me.

"Wait!" I called after him. "He didn't ask me to do this, I am doing it on my own, and he doesn't even know that I am here!"

"Psh, so you are sneaking around behind his back, you are acting as if I am some dirty secret. Well if you want me to stay off you little Canuck's ass then I will but it will take some payment," he said smiling at me. I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Hmm, let's see, money and land won't really do with this situation…but you could always pay me with your body." He said smiling seductively.

"What?" I asked shocked to hear the words coming from his mouth. He's drunk, I told myself, we are friends, he wouldn't do that, he is just drunk.

"I said I want you to pay me with your body!" he said his words more forceful. I felt as he began to try and push me into a nearby alley.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you really need some coffee, dude," I told him trying to push me off of him. He pushed my harder, easily surpassing my strength. He forced me against a wall, and his lips began to kiss my neck. He forced my hands at my side as I began to fight. I felt useless as he played off my fighting as if it were nothing; he began to undo my top when I really started to panic. I felt powerless as he just continued to take advantage of me. It seemed obvious to me now that I should have not taken him out drinking, or at very least I should have not allowed him to drink so much. His hand to play with my bra as his lost fingers weaved under it. That is when I lost it. I remember the last birthday present my sister had gotten me, a pocket knife, one that she said she loved to use when she was out, I knew it was wrong, and that while my sister may enjoy using it against other people, that it was against everything I stood for, I felt completely helpless, I couldn't take how he just took all my power away and something in my head just snapped. I shoved my hand in to my jeans pocket. While I never thought to use it, Natalia made sure that I always kept it on me. I flipped it open, and without really thinking thrusted it upward. I heard him gasp with pain. I quickly opened my eyes, only then noticing that I had closed them and looked at him. I had hit him plain in the stomach, and a hell of a lot deeper than I meant to do, my entire hand was cover in blood, and I could see that a scarlet liquid began to leak from his wound at a fast pace. His body seemed frozen, and his was a ghost as he raised his hand to his wound, and stared at the blood that then covered his hand. I saw as his face began to grow even fainter as his eyes as raised as his blood, rolled back in his head. He fell to the ground, body lying across the dirty floor of the alley, and I couldn't help but scream, as I stared down, I only began to snap out of it as my tears began to clear my vision. I ran leaving the alley as fast as I could, barely even stopping to button my shirt, what had just happened? What did I do?

Alright, so there you have it, I killed Prussia! Haha I am mighty. Actually it was kind of hard to kill my precious Gilbert and his sexiness, but it had to be done! Ukraine you heartless bitch! No I'm kidding I love her and her big boobies, anyway, by the summary, I am sure you get that more people will die, sorry if I ruined anything. The question remains who, and why? Well I, the author, am too lazy to do all of that, so I am leaving half of it up to you, tell me who, and I shall come up with why and work it in the story so…

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