Chapter 10

Ukraine's POV

The walk home took a while, but it was somewhat enjoyable, what with this just amazing feeling going through me. It just felt so amazing. Oh it was just so addicting I never wanted to let this feeling go. What could I do to increase it? Who could I kill next? The possibilities seemed endless. What about Turkey, my ex-boyfriend, or how about that annoying North Korea, maybe I could even kill the Italian brothers for some fun. They were cowards, it would be a lot easier to break them and then I would get the joy of just watching as slowly and painfully the light fades from their eyes. Maybe I should try someone with a little more fight in them, make it a bit more difficult for myself, what about Germany, or Hungary, I could take on China, or even go in for the kill and finally finish off my brother, oh it just all seemed so sweet and addicting it was even turning me on a little.

N-no, a small voice in my head said. You can't do this, no, they did nothing to hurt Matvey, we can't hurt them, the voice said.

Shut up! The other voice shouted silencing them. I just kept walking while the multiple voices in my head argued one barely over a whisper and the other shouting. I laughed as I figured out which voice was which. The soft, whispery sad voice was my humanity, or what remained of it, and the other shouting angry voice was my madness, the voice that had been taking over my mind for a while. I laughed madly as my mind just continued to get twisted, as I still enjoyed the feeling of killing.

America had been so fun to kill. He had such a hero's spirit; I had just wanted to enjoy killing him so much. I could have tied a noose nice and tight, that would have killed him instantly, but where would be the fun in that, I wanted to see him fight, I wanted to see him try and get free and ultimately I wanted to watch him fail and see as his body went limp and just hung there in the wind. I wanted to see it all and I wanted to see as I defeated yet another one of my enemies, no one would ever bother my Matvey, no one would ever cause him pain, and I would always make sure of that.

I hadn't been expecting much when I got home, Matvey hadn't really known that I left earlier, but a chill still ran up my spine as I walked up the steps to the front steps. My animalistic senses were going crazy telling me I had to leave. If I were anywhere else I might have listen to them, but right now I was at Matvey's house and that just caused me to worry. I fished for the spare key Matvey had hit on the porch in case Alfred stopped by and then quickly opened the door. I stepped in the house and it was completely dark and silent, I walked in slowly my eyes scanning the room. That odd sense seemed to stick in the air as I looked around. I walked through the front room, tossing my key on to the side table. I walked to the living room flicking on lights as I went. I walked into the living room I saw a figure, sitting there in Matvey's favorite chair. At first my heart began to pound as my brain immediately registered the figure as my precious Matvey, but then the feeling came back and my senses kicked in. I lightly sniffed the air and I knew exactly who it was. I grew up around his smell, it was always in my mind, and I would always be able to recognize it everywhere, even here.

"Hello, Brother," I said as I flipped on the lights and found Russia sitting there, sipping on vodka. He smiled slightly as he looked up at me.

"You seem confused," he said. "Am I not the person you were expecting?" he asked with an amused look.

"Where is he?" I asked him and he just smiled. I groaned in irritation. "WHERE IS MATTHEW, BROTHER?!" He didn't answer he just continued to sip Vodka from a bottle he had. I slapped it out of his hands and he glanced up at me. His eyes with a little surprise and slight confusion in them, almost like that of an innocent child who didn't understand why they got in trouble. He was toying with me.

He cleared his throat and wiped the vodka on his hand off on a nearby quilt. I recognized it as one that I had made for Matvey when he was sick. I growled as I waited.

"Well you see, when I got here, he and I had a delightful chat about you. I just thought he should know some of the…things you decided to involve yourself with while you were visiting me. Of course he didn't believe me at first, mostly because he is loyal to you, but after I proposed a few more scenarios as well as evidence to support the situations already presented he found that it just had to be true. I am proud of Systra, not only did you find a man who is good-looking, but he is also loyal and even fairly intelligent. He really is a good catch, you should be proud," he said with another evil smiled. I growled again and slapped him across the face.

"You bastard, why would you tell him such things?!" I hissed at him. His smile fell.

"Why, WHY YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?!" he shouted at me. "You burned my house down! You killed our sister, and to top it all of you killed my friend! I was fine when it was just random people, Prussia I don't care about, Cuba scared me a little but I still wanted to help you, and now? Now you have killed my family and destroyed my hard work. I don't care that you are my sister, I will make you pay!" He shouted at me. "And I am sure you understand that my power means the world to me and you tried to threaten that, so I decided I would try and get even with you by taking your world away too. That meant I had to clue Canada into what you were doing in your free time, and let me just say he was not happy to hear that. To think, this girl he loved so much could be so different than he known. It freaked him out, it even scared him. You scared him, Systra," he said, and I felt my anger begin to bottle up.

When my anger bottled up there was now two possibilities I could do, I could do what I used to do all the time, cry, be a pushover, and apologize, or I could use my new option and just kill whoever was pissing me off…

I looked at the table next to the chair Russia was sitting in. The bottle I had knocked out of his hands had flown and hit the table spraying alcohol and glass on to the floor and table. I took a quick step towards the table, his eyes quickly found where I was reaching but before he could stop me I grabbed a big shard of glass and with my foot kicked the table away so he would be defenseless, he held his hands up in surrender but I knew he wasn't done just yet.

I pointed the shard at him and began to walk forward, towards him. He kept his hands up in surrender, but a smile stretched out on his face.

"You fucking ruined my life you fucking son of a bitch, I hope you fucking die and rot in hell like the rest of them!" I shouted at him and he smiled.

"Well, only if you join me sister," he said as he quickly moved his hand into his long jacket pulling out metal pipe, his usual pipe that he used in a fight. I saw all the dried blood at the top. I was very familiar with it, not because I had ever been at this end of it, but more because I have seen him use it so much. I raised him. I knew him better than anyone else. I knew every moved he would make before he made it, this would be easy.

Ivan moved forward, towards me swinging his pipe in the air so it was coming towards my head at a skull crushing speed. I let the madness take over. The next thing I heard was a dull plop of the pipe hitting something soft, as a soft crush of bones breaking.

I opened my eyes and found that my head was not bashed in, but instead, by hand was raised above my head and caught in it was the metal pipe. Russia blinked completely shocked. I could understand why. At the speed he always swung his pipe there is no way I could have caught that, and even more, if I did I should be screaming in pain but here I stood a smile still on my face. While he was still dazed I stepped forward, the shard still in my hand and with a quick movement slit his throat. He blinked confused at first, unsure exactly of what I did, but then as blood spurted from his throat realization as well as shock and fear flashed into his lavender eyes. I smiled. I watched as he quickly grabbed his throat trying desperately to try and stopped the bleeding. I laughed as I watched his face as he felt his lungs begin to fill with blood. It was all too easy, it was all too simply, it was all too- I thought before I was cut off by a voice behind me.

"K-Katsuyasha," it said softly. I knew the voice very well. It was the soft loving voice I had fallen in love with a long time ago, but now it was different. I heard other emotions in it, like sadness and fear, it broke my heart. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Matvey, my heart already knew, but I still turned to look at his face. This couldn't be real; this had to be a dream. He wasn't seeing me like this, with the blood of my brother on my hands, this wasn't real, no, no, no, I did not kill all those people. I felt tears go to my eyes, no, no, no, I didn't kill anyone, especially not my sister, my little baby sister. No, thought as I began to cry.

"M-Matvey," I whispered as I looked at him, tears running down my cheeks. "P-please…d-don't be afraid," I said, but as I looked at him I knew it was too late. He looked at me. He was utterly afraid. I made him look like that, I made him fear me, that's how twisted I have become, I wasn't protecting him, I never was, it turned out I was just feeding this sort of fantasy the madness had created for me. I wasn't really helping him; I was just pushing him away. Something broke inside me, probably a damn of some sort that unleashed the sea of tears behind it. I barely even noticed as the bullet flew through the window and into my chest.

I blacked out.

Long time no see. Here we are guys close to the end. I am predicting maybe one or two more chapters. I really liked this story, I hope you guys enjoyed it too, see you next time

~Emo Vampire Chic

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