Chapter 5

Ukraine's POV

I got off the plane in a daze, it felt so weird to be back here, even if it wasn't my home country it was still close and I felt that sense of closeness fill me. I smiled as I wandered through the airport and saw my sister. I ran to her and threw my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. She hung limply in my arms and leaned away from me, while all this time away from her, I had missed my dear sister, but it seems that she still had distaste for me.

"Natalia it is so nice to see you," I said smiling at her, she glared.

"Why did you come here so suddenly, what it is that is so important that you needed to talk to me about?" she asked.

I looked around, at all the people surrounding us, the smiling faces of reunited friends and families, the straight business faces of people here on work, and then the awed and fascinated look of gawking tourist, I wasn't sure confessing to murder here, with all these people was the best idea. I smiled at her trying to keep my face composed. "How about we head home first, we can talk over some tea." She glared at me and grumbled under her breath, but began walking towards her car, wordlessly, I followed.

When we got to the parking lot, she got in to the front seat and started the car, barely pausing for me to rush in to the passenger seat; I shoved my bag into the back. She drove, not once turning on the radio, not saying a single word to me and not even glancing over at me. I had always loved my sister, but it seemed that when her obsession with our brother started she had begun to hate me. Some times at night I would awake to her standing over my bed, her knife in her hand, blade pointed down, she would stand there for silent minutes before finally leaving in silence, she was like some kind of ghost, just standing there, draped in the darkness, he eyes glowing like that of a cat's. Then next morning after these incidents I would confront her about it, when her and our brother came down her their breakfast, but she would deny it completely, and then as a true sign of evil, she would smile at me and wrap her arms around my waist, acting all sugary sweet, just in front of brother, then she would glare and walk away. She resented me, ever since she reached her teen years that had been the case, before that she was so loveable and looked up to me as if I were her idol. We were so close and then just like that, she hated me, and she began to cling to my brother, and I guess she always thought of me as a threat, even when I lived with Mattie, she still is not too sure whether or not I am trying to take her man, who just so happens to be our brother. In fact, I hate to say it about my own little sister but… she has so many problems that I wouldn't have bothered her, if I hadn't know with complete certainty that she had been in my situation.

"Um, Systra… h-have you ever killed anyone before?" I asked as she drove, the car stopped immediately and she glared at me.

"Why, what have you heard, who told you? They're a liar!" She growled.

"No, no Systra, no one told me, I am just asking, I'm not accusing you of anything…." I told her, trying to calm her down before she killed someone. She relaxed and turned back and started driving.

"Why do you ask?" she asked still skeptic, she wasn't sure if I were just making small talk or if I were trying to turn her in. In her mind this might just be some elaborate plan I have to get my hands on Russia…though it was nothing like that at all.

"B-because I did something bad…like…really, really bad," I told her, she looked back at me through the rear view mirror.

"You, the goodie, goodie, big boobed sister who is a crybaby and can do no wrong," She asked, I felt like her question was more focused on causing me pain rather than actual doubt. "What did you do?"

"I…k-killed someone…someone, important," I confessed to her. She glanced up at the mirror shocked, but then her eyes became skeptic.

"I don't believe," she said, her voice fully of evil and hate. "You couldn't do it; you are just a big cry baby."

"I did!" I insisted. "I killed someone, I killed Prussia!" I said, quickly throwing my hand over my mouth realizing that I had just confessed to a crime to a woman who wasn't above ruining my life and would probably find joy in seeing me locked up and away from our brother.

"Tsh, you expect me to believe that? I got the same call that you did, he was killed by a gang or something, that's what Germany is telling everyone," she said.

"That is not exactly how it happened," I said, she laughed not believing me. "We were drunk and he…attacked me, he pushed me in the alley and I just defended myself, then after he…died…I ran…I didn't know what to do!" I told her.

"That's crazy you are not capable of anything like that, I'm surprised the thought doesn't make you burst into tears right now," she laughed.

"Think about it, his body was found in Toronto, about a block away from the CN tower which isn't too far from the house Canada and I live in. Canada was reported to be at the meeting the whole time, in fact he had a bunch of proposals that were approved, however Prussia was not there, and that is because I took him out for drink, and he wasn't seen any time after his brother got out of the meeting because I killed him…."I explained to her. Her eyes seemed shocked as she put the pieces together.

She sighs but turns back to the road. "Yes, I have killed before, nobody big, just a few humans. Is this why you came to me?" she asked

"Yes Systra," I said. "I don't want you to get offended but I knew you would know what to do." She snorted.

"Yeah, I guess you are right there, I don't know why you need my help though, it seems like you have everything covered. They think it was a gang attack. The poor bastard was at the wrong place at the wrong time…" she trailed of and unlike me see to be able to speak of this freely. The whole idea of word was scary to me, but to her it was like a hobby or something.

"Yes, I know, I got lucky…I don't want it to ever happen again, I want to know how you can just kill people and get over it as if it were nothing…. I want my life back," I told her and she laughed. It was more of a cruel laugh than an understanding one, which just reminded me how scary the person I was speaking with really was.

"Why would you want to go back to normal? You finally joined the rest of the family! I can finally call you Systra without getting a bad taste in my mouth," she said and her voice, for once actually sound happy and excited, which cause Goosebumps to appear on my arm.

"What do you mean?" I asked though I was scared to hear the answer….

"Well I kill people, Big Brother kill people for so long you have been the quiet peaceful one, who farms and gardens and boring shit like that, now you have killed someone, it's in our blood, Katsuyasha, we are a family made to kill. Don't you remember out days back in the Soviet Union, we used to kill anybody that acted against us, we were powerful and free," her voice lit up as she talked about it. "That was the family we were supposed to be!"

"So what are you saying, that I should ignore it, and just move on, that I should be happy that I took a poor man's life?" I asked her, appalled.

She smiled. "That is exactly what I am saying," she said as she pulled in to Russia's house. She had a house of her own, but a while back she moved back in with our brother, because I guess it made it a lot easier to stalk someone if you lived with them. "You are new to this Systra; it was your first time. You have not yet gotten to enjoy it, because you have been feeling so much guilt. Tell me you haven't at least thought about it, about having so much power and control over someone's life, it's an amazing feeling. You can't lie and tell me you don't dream about it, and long to hold that power again." I thought about the time I had seen all that blood when I was with Matvey and then shook my head.

"N-no, that is wrong and disgusting, why would I ever think of something so terrible!" I shouted, more to convince myself than her, both of us still didn't believe it.

"You liked it! You liked it! You like killing and you are a dirty murderer! You think your sister is scary, wait till your own full potential," the voice in my head sang. Shut up shut up shut up, I thought back at it. I got out of the car at the same time as my sister and quickly walked to the house, Belarus said nothing to me, but she stood behind me smiling happily. As she unlocked the door I looked over and noticed a familiar car in the drive way. It seemed we had another visitor….

It may seem like a cliché that a bunch of communist nations would be friends, but it was true, ever since the Cold War Cuba and my brother have grown very close, and even though one was still Communist while the other was not, they still tried to keep in touch. It seems that I had chosen the day of one of their get together to visit my family. As I walked in the house that I had once lived in my house, I was greeted with the smell of Borscht and cigars.

I walked through the house and found them smoking away and drinking up bottle of vodka, to add even more cliché to this meeting.

"Systra!" Russia said as he saw me, he ran to me and gave me a big hug, Cuba simply smiled at me as a greeting. I smiled back at him and hugged my brother.

"It is so good to see you," I said and Ivan smiled. "Let me just go and put my stuff away and then I will catch up with you…" I said, I really needed a moment to myself. I van nodded and gestured for me to head on upstairs, I smiled thankfully and did so, I quickly found my old room and put my bag in there, I sighed as I looked around still trying to figure out just where I had lost my handle on everything. I was so lost in thought that I nearly jumped 10 feet in the air when I heard my phone ring. I quickly recognized the tune; it was the Canadian national anthem. I quickly picked it up; with all this craziness I needed to talk to someone sane.

"Hey Matvey," I said.

"Hey Love, how was your flight?" he asked, he was so sweet and kind.

"Fine, Natalia picked me up just like she said and we are going to hang out a bit with my brother when he is done talking with his friend Cuba," I told him.

"Cuba is there?" he asked. He let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"What is it," I asked. Did I say something wrong, was he getting jealous over me with Cuba, no that couldn't be it, that was silly?

"No, no it's fine," he said, his voice told me it really wasn't and he even had a bit of worry in it.

"Tell me Matvey, I need to know," I told him and he sighed.

"Alright, Cuba and I for the most part don't have a good relationship; I mean he pretty much beats me every time he sees me because he thinks I am America. We tried to work it out a few time and it didn't work. So now he has gotten used to hating me….

"He hates you?" I asked at the same time I heard the door to my room creak open I saw Cuba standing at the door. What the fuck was he doing here?

"Matvey, I'll have to call you back, I love you," I said as I hung up my phone, I didn't want for him to argue.

"Ms. Ukraine, Your brother told me to…." He trailed off when he realized I had just spoke English on the phone and had told someone in that language that I loved them. "Who were you talking to?" he asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"My… boyfriend," I answered. He just so happens to be one of the men you hate, I thought to myself.

"Don't you have like this thing where any man who hates you boyfriend pisses you off," The Voice in my head inquired.

"Oh, Russia did not mention you had a boyfriend… let's see you were speaking English, but it can't be England, he is with France, Australia is with Monaco, oh but there is America," he said trying to not accuse me right on the spot.

"Look at this guy, he is treating you like you are stupid, you should just kill the bastard, no one will miss his fat ass," The Voice said with and evil little chuckle.

"N-no, it's not America," I said, and his face grew angrier.

"Russia is a good friend of mine," he explained. "And over the years I have grew close with him and his family, which includes you. America is a capitalist pig! You should date someone like that…." He warned. I couldn't help but think that he had no right to tell me that, and something inside began to release anger, something I rarely felt. I was never really able to get mad at someone, because I would end up crying and begging for forgiveness, but now, I didn't feel like it, I just felt angry.

"Both neither you, nor my brother really has any control over who I go out with; and for the last time fat ass I am not going out with America! I am in love with Canada; you know your own little personal punching bag!" I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of Canada.

"Do you think I am stupid, or something that is clearly America, wow you are just as crazy as the rest of your siblings aren't you…. Keep it a secret but…Russia isn't the same as he was back in his communist days, he's kind of a bore now… once he gives me the rest of the nuclear weapons that he has, I will never see him again." He told me, "but you won't tell anyone, and why would they believe you if you did, you are the one that betrayed your own family and befriended America and Canadia two countries that became big enemies with the Soviet Union at some point."

I snarled at him.

"So you can go back to your America…or Canadia or whoever it is you are dating and live your happy little life…" he said as he turned to walk out of the room, my head began to hurt as the anger just began to flood. Who did this asshole think he was to just come in and insult my family and friends to my face! I wasn't just some little kid! I was a nation, the nation of Ukraine! I raised two great nations to what they are today all on my own, who the hell was this asshole to come in here and act like he was better than me, the feelings inside me broke out. Without thinking I reach and grabbed his dreaded ponytail and pulled him into my room and threw him against the wall.

"You fuck! His name is Canada!" I shouted. My hand went to my waist, and my fingers slid into the pocket where I kept the knife I used to kill Prussia, I pulled it out and saw as fear came into his eyes, he opened his mouth to scream, like the little bitch he was, but I did let him, I covered his mouth and then whispered in his ear. "No, no, we can't have you calling out and ruining everything, you won't tell anyone!" My blade then sliced into him, slitting his throat, when I let go of his disgusting mouth no screams escaped, just a gross, gasping and gurgling sound. I took my knife and dug it into him over and again, in his arms, aiming purposefully for his arms. I had plans for his chest. I stared back at it like a blank blood covered canvas. "HIS NAME IS CANADA YOU FUCKER! CANADA, DON'T YOU FUCKING FORGET HIM YOU SHIT!" I then carved into him, spelling out the name of the nation I loved, I continued until the beast inside me finally found peace. This is what would happen to anyone that crossed me….

Belarus' POV

I walked down the hall after a few minutes; the house was silent so I assumed that meant that Cuba had left. I had to talk to Systra; I had to get her to tell brother about her murder. I had to get her to share the good news. When I got to the door I saw a luminous light glowing out from the bottom of the door, so I knew she was in there, but I didn't hear any noise, I slowly opened the door and was met with a very distinct scent that I had smelled before. The wonderful and alluring scent of Death, I gazed up and Saw my sister, she was drenched in blood, literally dripping in it, Cuba's dead body laid in front of her. She turned as she heard the door open, he face looked different completely pale and emotionless, she had blood on her face and arms and her eyes looked as if they were glowing red. The same red as the blood that covered her and Cuba's bodies, she reached out her blood red hand towards me and I froze

Her voice came out as nothing more than a whisper. "Systra," she said, before her red eyes finally rolled back in her head and she passed out. I stood there watching her, not sure what to do. What was happening to my sister? I did the one thing my mind could think to do. "BROTHER!" I called afraid.

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