Yet another sad chapter for all my beloved characters.

Chapter 9

Ukraine's POV

It was an easy cab ride from a corner a few blocks away to the airport. I paid the driver and then used my credit card to buy last minute tickets. The flight was easy enough no one had any reason to suspect me. To the airline officials I was an official from the country of Ukraine, to be treated with respect, and to the passengers I was just a busty 20 something year old who was going on some sort of trip or vacation or something. I seemed completely innocent. While I was on the plane waiting for to take off, I took out my phone and began texting.

It was so last minute that I actually could not get a direct flight to Canada, the closest I could get was to New York, so it seemed that I would have to ask my dear friend Alfred for a favor. I texted him going back into my innocent self, and just pushing the madness out, I needed to go back to being sane, for Matvey's sake.

Hello, Alfred, this is Katsuyasha, I am flying back from Russia to Canada's house but there weren't any flights in to Toronto, I was wondering if you might be able to give me a ride, please.

That sounded normal enough.

I am really sorry if I am intruding or if you are busy, I would understand if you were too busy to help me, I added to really sound like my old self. Then I closed my phone and took a deep breath. Everything that happened…it meant nothing. It was just a slip up, I was just trying to protect my relationship with Matvey, it meant nothing, I just overreacted a little, that's all it all meant nothing. I took another deep breath feeling more like myself, when I heard the voice in my head chuckle.

"You really think all of this will work, pretending to be sane doesn't mean you are sane, one of these you won't be able to contain this madness, it's in your DNA, whether it was Chernobyl that brought this out or not this is who you are and you can't fight it. One day the madness will come and then who will you hurt? Matvey," The voice said and I felt the anger in me bubble up. I wanted to scream back, I wanted to yell at this odd voice and tell her the truth. I would never hurt him. I love him and there is no way I could ever hurt him, but I remembered where I was. People randomly screaming on a plane did not often go over to well, and right now I just need to get home. I bit my lip and kept my mouth shut, trying with all my might to ignore it. I heard the voice chuckle again and then it just left my alone. I sighed in relief and felt my phone vibrate. I checked the screen.

New Text Message

America: Sure, I'd be happy to pick you up~! That's what a hero does!

I smiled and texted him back.

Thank you so, so, so, so much Mr. America, this really means a lot to me.

With that I shut my phone off and lie back against my seat and let my mind rest. I felt as slowly the plane finished loading and took off and the gentle rocking as it flew through there air. That is when I began to fall asleep, before long we were there; I woke up as we began to land feeling completely rested and well. I got up and stretched and then packed up all of my stuff. As the plane finally landed, I quickly texted that my plane landed in LaGuardia and waited for America to pick me up. While I waited I went on the internet and check my email, checking for any sort of news on the death of my sister and the Baltic States. Russia had to give up searching for me sometime and when he did he would find his little pets and our sister dead and our burned down…hopefully that would serve as enough of a warning to him to keep his mouth shut. I saw nothing and smiled slightly. Brother was not an idiot…he knew the dangers of letting this get out. I would come for him next… or at least I would leave him to think that. My phone binged as I began to sort through spam mail and I saw it was another message from America. He was saying that he would wait for me at the food court, which seemed like him. I grabbed my stuff when to meet him, must not keep Mr. America waiting.

I quickly found him at a small McDonalds stand, guzzling down soda and munching on a few big Macs. I smiled and waved at him and then walked over and say down to him. He said something illegible, his mouth was still stuffed with food, but I took it as him saying hello. I smiled at him.

"Thank you so much for this Mr. America, it is very nice to see you," I told him. He smiled back and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"It's nothing, really, a hero's job is to save a damsel in distress, plus you're my bro Mattie's girl, so I gotta help look out for you too," he said with a heroic smile. I giggled and smiled back. I always liked America. He was my favorite of Mattie's siblings. He was always so happy and pleasant. He had this presence about him that just made everyone around him feel just as happy as he was. It was really enjoyable. The only one who could make me happier than him is his twin brother, my Matvey.

"So what had you suddenly going to and from Minsk?" he asked, my smile fell a little.

"Oh nothing, just visiting my sister," I told him, I saw emotion immediately flash into his eyes.

"You mean Natalia?! How is she, is she is alright, did she mention me, is she still going crazy over Russia?" America asked in a flood of questions. I blinked surprised by his sudden interest.

"What has you so interested in my sister, Mr. America? If I didn't know you I would that-"my sentence cut off as I saw the blush on his face. "So it is true then…you like her?" I asked and he blushed again and nodded. I was genuinely surprised. No one ever really liked my sister, she was feared by most of the countries, I never thought that one of them could find her attractive. Especially the oh so happy America, I never knew he could fall for someone…so opposite from him…while always smiled my sister always frowned. She never knew happiness unless it was with my brother and hated everyone else. I suppose in a way it was good she was dead because she would not break the heart, and possibly even body of my dear friend.

"Can you blame me," America said. "She is so beautiful, Russia doesn't know what he's got, I know if it were me I would cherish every moment with her. Do you think if I asked her out that she might even consider a little, I mean when the Soviets disbanded she came and stayed with me for a little bit, do you think I even have a chance?" he asked.

"Well, I doubt she would be saying much against you right now," I said, think of the burnt bloody body of my sister.

"You think so?!" America shouted his eyes alight.

"Yeah," I told him. She wasn't saying much anymore to begin with.

"Thanks so much!" he shouted hugging me, I blinked and then hugged him back. We walked together as he threw out his wrappers. "I have so many ideas; I hope I can talk her into a date!"

"You are very charming Mr. America, I'm sure you can do anything you set your mind to," I told him with a smile.

"But this is so serious! Let's see…if I want to be a charming gentleman I'll need to go my Canadian route!" he said thinking out loud.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Oh," he said. "There is a reason Canada gets confused for me all the time, and it's not just that we are twins and look alike, sometimes I tell people I am him," he said.

"What, why?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes it helps," he said. " For the date of course I would tell her I am me, but I would just act like my brother, I have mastered it down, all I have to do is think 'What would Mattie do' and do that," he explained. "It has its other uses too." He told me. I blinked.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, everyone knows I'm an idiot because I mess up all the time, but the reason I don't have an even longer list of enemies is because sometimes when people are mad at me I just claim to be Canada. No one can really tell the difference except France, so it works," he said, and then he laughed. "You should see how many people hate him just because of my little trick. God, I am so lucky I have a twin brother," he said as we got to the car. He got in and I paused as all the anger flooded into me. I tried to push it all down as I got into the car so I would look calm.

"So it is your fault that so many people don't like Matvey?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Hey it's not that bad, I mean look, most people don't even notice him, so it's not like he is constantly going through abuse," he said as he began to drive. I clenched my fist.

"He goes through a daily beating by Cuba, and England doesn't even recognize him as his on anymore," I told him.

"Yeah, well it's not like Mattie cares, no one can see him, it's not my problem, he is a big boy, he can deal with a little beating now and then.

I felt the madness erupt. Matvey, my Matvey has spent nights depressed because his father won't talk to him, he has come home with bruises and cuts and even one night a concussion, and this is all Alfred's fault! It's all Alfred's fault and he doesn't even care! I had to do something…this...this asshole was using Matvey and taking advantage of him, it is fault that Matvey gets sad around his family! It is his entire fault.

I waited till we were in more of quiet area, it was late, not many people were awake at this time, we went in to upstate New York and it was a lot more quiet. I waited… and then when we were away from the houses I grabbed hold of the wheel pulling the car toward the side of the road. Alfred blinked surprised but had little time to react. We crashed right in to a metal pole, the windows shattering and pain soaring through our bodies. I saw Alfred's head slump forwards but after a few minutes his eyes opened. He looked at me and I saw a mixture of fear and confusion.

"You think just passing on your pain is alright! You don't see what all of this does to him! He cries at night because everyone blames him for things he didn't do! Mistakes he didn't make mistakes that you made and blamed him for!" I shouted at him.

He looked afraid and I saw tears well up in his eyes. Pathetic, he was pathetic, just a fucking pussy, he talked all big but here he was crying like the piece of shit he was.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I didn't know he took it so seriously, I didn't know he was actually hurt by this. I am sorry; no wonder he doesn't like me. Look at me I really am the asshole of the world. I have been treating my brother like douche bag and I didn't even care. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there is no way I could make this up to Mattie, I know, but please, don't kill me, I have to talk to him, I have to let him know I am sorry, I have to try and make this up to him so we can be friends again," he said. I laughed at his pathetic attempt and he winced and seemed to shake and cry harder.

"No, no, I will not let you live, there was a time when you could have made this better, you had years, but now the clock is up, you must pay for you sins," I told him a mad smile stretching across my face. He sobbed and I laughed.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" America asked. I looked around and then pulled open the glove compartment. I saw a black pistol sitting peacefully untouched from the crash. Just as I thought, this damn pork chop was so stereotypical, always carrying around a gun all trigger happy. I checked if it was loaded. It was.

No one would have expected the old me to know how to use one of these. Hell they probably would have expected me to cry at the very sight of one, but, they forget who my brother is. Or was… My brother used to be the leader of the Soviet Union and used me, my sister, the Baltics, and Poland as armies. You would be silly if you thought he would send any of us in without us knowing how to kill. I was very skilled with a pistol contrary to what the world may think. I am actually what you may call a sharp shooter I smiled as I pointed it to his head and wielded a shard of glass in my other hand. I did not want to kill him with the gun, no this was just for show right now, I had other plans, but it seemed to be a natural reaction to do exactly what a person says out of fear when they place a gun against your skull.

"You are going to write a note," I tell him, he blinks confused. I reach in the glove compartment and find a napkin and a pen, fitting for a fat ass like him. He takes it, he is scared. "You are going to tell everyone what a piece of shit you are and how you blamed Mattie for everything and now the guilt has been building up and that is why you want to kill yourself," I told him. I saw his eyes go shocked.

"W-what?" he asked. I hit him with the gun.

"Just do it!" I told him. He nodded and began to write. "And be sure to make it real nice and emotional. He wrote, crying and shaking and after a few minutes put the pen down. I took the napkin and read it over. Blah, blah, yes, yes it was all sappy and girly and oh so emotional. I nodded, this would do. "Now get out," I told him, he did so without talking. Good, the idiot was learning. I followed him out of the car and found some rope in the back; it was tied to an American flag, even better. I tore at the flag and then tightened the knots that kept the rope to the remaining cloth on the flag. I measured it out so it would be tight around his neck when he put it on, then I stabbed him with the shard of glass, he screamed out in pain. I put the suicide note in his pocket. "Now start tying the rope to the tree and make sure it is tight enough for you to hang!" He hesitated so I stabbed him again and yet again he screamed. He did as I said. When he was done I tightened the knots and made sure everything was in place, all while keeping him in my vision. "Alright, now get a boulder for you to stand on so you can reach the noose," I instructed him. He nodded and walked to the edge of the woods towards a large boulder; he bent down to push it but then out of nowhere began to run.

Fuck! That fucking idiot! I shot at him, both going into his shoulder; he tripped over a rock and fell to the ground screaming in pain. I walked over to him. "Next time you disobey me it will be in your brain, now move the damn rock!" I commanded stabbing him again. He did as I said and then stepped up on the boulder; I lowered the noose around his neck and tightened it again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept muttering between sobs. I smiled at him. He was shaking because he knew what was coming; he knew this was the end.

"When you get to the fiery pits of hell," I told him. "…tell my sister I said hi." I saw his eyes widen and more tears appear in his, there was a certain heartbrokenness in them. Of course I knew of his feeling for Natalia, which is just what made this moment sweeter. He opened him mouth about to say something when I pushed the boulder away and his feet kicked as he looked for something to step on, anything to stop the strain on his neck or to get air to his lung. I watched as his body struggled and then finally relaxed and just swayed with the wind.

Let the dead bury the dead and let the hanging bodies dance in the wind.

He would never hurt Matvey again.

Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm sorry America, he really is one of my favorite characters, I don't know why I torture him so much. T.T

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