Chapter 5. Splattered Sanity

LOL, i procrastinated for a bit, but finally, locked in. Hope you like this :3 Skibidi rizz, my fellow sigma. Anyway… Chapter 6 does have plans, will someone important die? Is this another Ivan mental breakdown for being a murderer? Is Feliciano back? Is Arthur insane? Hmm…..

July 1st 1941

2 weeks after the incident. Canada Day.

3:25 AM - Midnight

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The wind was strong, and the thunder was loud. The rain poured through the forest, soaking everything in sight. A small bug crawled on the frontal lobe of the decaying head, looking around for flesh to consume. However, the storm's wind was strong enough to blow the bug off, and the head rolled like a car's wheel, leaving behind a stain of decay.

"Vi.." A faint ghastly voice could be heard, despite the loud rain and thunder. The faint man was kneeling down, with his remains, watching the rain, and the maggots that scrambled to find shelter. ".. It's not his fault.. It isn't.. It isn't.. Si..?" The man weeped, feeling lachrymose. He looked at pieces of himself, his rotten pancreas, a piece of his intestine, a arm, and his torso, but the thing that caught his attention the most, was his head.

His head still had his famous curl, his hair, but his skin was pale, with pieces of it missing, making holes in his flesh. One of his eyes was open, blinded. The eye was swollen, and any small movement can cause it to pop. The amount of maggots surrounding his face was concerning, and the man sighed in melancholy.

"Why me..?"

A small worm crawled inside a log, feeling the essence of flesh. The worm wiggled upon a leg, and the leg was hot with infection. Blisters bubbled on the leg, and a piece of the leg was missing, a obvious hole. The leg, that was once pale is now an ugly magenta color.. If the person owning it wakes up, amputation is needed, but if he doesn't wake up, then the infection will spread to his bloodstream, killing him off, or he might die due the bugs constantly picking on him.

The Scottish man lay there, unconsciously, unbeknownst to the fact that bugs are slowly eating him alive.

The worm went through the leg, eating bits of the warm, dead flesh.

All, because of Matthew William's selfish ideas.

~A.K

With the absence of his brother, Alistor, Arthur was progressively getting more and more concerned with each passing day. Whatever "trip" Matthew had sent Alistor on must have been dangerous.

The streets of London were drenched in rain, as if the rain never stops. People never seemed to mind the rain, as sometimes they would walk without umbrellas, but unfortunately their outfit would get ruined by the rain, which this surprisingly never affected Arthur, because his outfit was already ruined from the start.

Arthur passed by a flower shop, thinking of Francis. Seeing the roses in display made him think of him. Arthur blushed and continued walking, ignoring the flutter in his chest. Arthur embarrassingly quickly headed to a telephone booth.

"This is Matthew Williams- representative of Canada, not America.. Who is this?!" Arthur felt his eyes watering. "Arthur. What did you do to.." Arthur paused, blinking back tears. "What the fuck did you do to Alistor?" Arthur only heard back a simple sigh. "Dead, probably, last thing I heard of him was a gunshot through the transceiver. Funny, eh?" Arthur looked shook. He couldn't believe Matthew was talking like this. "This isn't fucking funny, lad. You talk shit about Ivan and Alfred yet you're no better than them." Arthur looked outside, he realized people could see him, he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve and tried to remain calm.

Matthew laughed. "Very well… Well, if you really fucking hate me right now I can just jump off a cliff and force you to see it to make you happy!" Arthur clenched his fist. "Your manipulation isn't working on me. Grow up." Arthur hung up. Matthew must have been taking hard drugs to act like this, since Matthew would never.

Arthur decided to ring Francis while he was still in the booth. "Bonjour? I'm quite busy right now~ Drinking wine and havin-" Francis got cut off. "It's me, Arthur you toad!" Francis laughed, "Nevermind, I have plenty of time… for you~" Arthur grunted. "Goodness.. Quit this tomfoolery.. Anyways.. Since you're on vacation in Quebec, could you check on Matthew? I think he's taking some.. Substances.." Francis gasped. "I.. guess I will.."

"So.. How is it like in England?" Francis asked with his french accent slipping through, and Arthur didn't know what to reply with. His thoughts were conflicting and he didn't know what to say, his breath accelerated and his chest felt as though there was butterflies. "Not good.. Or bad.."

I hate this toad!

"Still.. Searching for my brother I suppose.. How's Quebec?" Francis dramatically sighed. "Horrible! Zer french is horrible! They sound like American speaking super horrible French! And- The wine here is horrid! Ridiculous!" Arthur smiled, "Really now..?"

~ I

Walking through the dark long corridor felt like a chore, looking at the past's mistakes, feeling remorse for your past actions. It hurts very much, knowing how many lives were taken by your own self. It was like the corridor was designed to bring you guilt, with the blood stained walls and the paintings depicting tragedy. The man hurried to the room, trying to forget what he's done..

Eventually, Ivan reached the room, reaching for the door. This was a private matter between him and someone else, The room was dim, with only a few lights on. Yao sat on the other side of the room, waiting for Ivan.

Ivan carefully picked out a seat, sitting near Yao, who was resting his chin on his fingers. "You, wanted to see me?" Yao nodded, setting his gaze on Ivan. "Our leaders said we should talk more, so I scheduled this meeting, does this go along with your plans?" Ivan agreed, quietly making note of what Yao is saying.

"So, do you plan to wide spread communism around the world?" Ivan looked curiously at Yao, whose eyes narrowed. "Maybe.." Yao tapped his nails on the desk. "And.. are you planning to admit everything?" Yao smirked, grabbing a piece of paper from a briefcase. "I mean… It says here you killed the two german brothers, the italians and..-" Ivan interrupted. "Shut up!" Yao laughed. "You really hate getting pushed around like this, yes? Now.. how do you think those people felt.." Ivan sighed, and realized something. "You know.. If you don't shut up, you can be next.."

This felt like a game of chess, constantly threatening each other until victory. Until finally, Ivan decided to win victory. Ivan starred at Yao, pulling out a weapon. Yao's widened. "No- You seriously aren't gonna do this, right?"

Ivan smiled. "If I must."

The man walked away from the building, covered in blood. Ignoring all feelings of remorse. He smiled proudly. "The sun set.." He quietly whispered to himself. He felt something in his pocket, taking it out. It was a small hand-held transceiver. "Now, about this thing…"

He turned it on, not expecting a response. "Hello? Who is this? Over.." He recognized the voice instantly.

"Matthew." Ivan coldly responded. "We saw one of yours.. Here." Matthew went quiet, and Ivan laughed. "Hm."

The connection was lost, the transceiver was losing its battery. Perfect. Now Matthew can't spy on Ivan.

Ivan arrived at the Red Square, noticing the Lenin Mausoleum and noticing Saint Basil's Cathedral, the face of Moscow. It was beautiful to look at, with all the colors and symbols, and Ivan was fond of that.

There wasn't many tourists in Moscow for now, since there is a battle, and still, Germany is attacking pieces of Russia, however Ivan preferred less crowds, since it was peaceful.

Ivan walked around until he reached his boss' place. He knew he was the only person that could enter without permission, since he was THE Soviet Union.

Ivan had an idea, an alliance with America would be good..

~Al. K.

The smell of the forest was strong, and so was the stench of iron. The Scot opened his eyes and realized, he was trapped. His leg was numb with pain, and he felt little ants crawl on him. He looked around, he was in a tunnel. He looked at his hands and realized he was pale, he tried to move but wherever he was was stiff. He noticed a light at the end of the tunnel and tried to crawl to outside.

Alistor stood up, calculating where he is. He stumbled on the ground and looked at his leg.

Infection.

He needed to stop this at once. Alistor tried to blink a few times to get his mind to work, he looked around and realized he was in the same place where he found Feliciano, with Feliciano's remains still being in the same spot, with the head being slightly farther then the rest of the body.

Alistor sighed, he needed to get help, and fast.

~A

Alfred was driving, whilst listening to the National Anthem of the United States, his favourite song. Alfred was wearing shades on his glasses, since he thought that was cool. He was singing off key, with take out. He was going back to the white house to speak to his boss.

He arrived at the white house and opened the doors. Standing in front of him, was his boss and two body guards. "Alfred Franklin Jones." His boss said sternly, crossing his arms. "Can you explain why we had the Communist fellow ask for an alliance because you got FRIENDSHIP with the other like.. Embodiment of Communist state?" Alfred gasped "Oh! It's uhm.. Nothing… you know.." His leader looked unconvinced. "Though I don't know where ever this COMMUNIST Russian state is, you're in trouble!" Alfred sighed, taking off his shades carefully. "My bad..?" His boss grunted. "You know we are supposed to hate the communists, right?" His boss didn't take his gaze out of Alfred. "We are a proud American nation! We cannot be weakened by those.. Communists!" His boss kept lecturing him about alliances and things.

But Alfred, thought of a clever point. "The Soviet Union is a superpower, sir. You really think being enemies with a super power is better then alliance? Like.. I could convince Ivan to give us some awesome guns!" His boss thought for a moment, he nodded at walked off with his body guards. Alfred realized he still had his food, so he ran off to the kitchen to eat it before it gets cold.

Alfred was eating his burger, happily munching on it. Sure, his boss was pissed at him but honestly who gives a shit? This food is fucking amazing!

~I

Ivan looked at himself in the mirror. Who was he? Ivan felt like he was crumbling to pieces, collapsing even. Ivan hated himself, for everything. Every single action he has done. He knew that if his people knew, he would be fucking shamed of. The face of the Soviet Union, a murderer.

Was killing even good for him? Is this what happens after just one simple murder..? Ivan didn't know at the point. Ivan felt his eyes watering. He fell to the ground. Crying. This murder was driving him insane, as if he wasn't already.

First, Feliciano, then Ludwig, then Gilbert, Romano and finally Yao. The five were once his friends, but he murdered them all. He is nothing but a piece of shit now. Ivan wept in misery.

But I can't be feeling bad for myself, right? They deserved it anyway.

Ivan felt the need to relapse on his drinking habit. He fucking hated being sad, so vodka might help.

Ivan stood up, left the room and went to another. A shot a day keeps the sadness away.

Everything felt great! Ivan felt happy and joyful. The world was bright, and the sun was shining. Lilacs bloomed in the garden, and so life was good. No loneliness! The bottle next to Ivan looked amazing, should Ivan drink more? Probably!

The world was dark. A man drunkenly lies on his floor, knocked out. He had too much drinks.

~M

The gun was across the Canadian on the table. Matthew's hand trembled greatly. Matthew looked to his right, there was Arthur, sitting down, unconsciously. Next to Arthur was Ivan. "You have a choice." A voice rang down, Matthew's breath accelerated. He grabbed the gun. He couldn't bring himself to kill Arthur, but Ivan.. Matthew pointed the gun at Ivan. Matthew's finger slipped to the trigger, and so, he pulled the trigger.

BANG

Matthew collapsed, he carefully stood up, looking at the place where he shot Ivan. However, Ivan was still alive, but Arthur, wasn't.

Arthur looked like he was missing a chunk of his head, with little pieces on the ground. Matthew missed the shot.

He made a grave mistake.

Matthew woke up with a jolt. He looked outside his window and he noticed the heavy rain. He was safe, he didn't shoot anyone and he totally didn't blow Arthur's brains out. Matthew sighed in relief, carefully standing up. He opened the door from his room and headed away.

The room was dim, with only Kuma and Francis. "What are you doing here..?" Matthew looked curiously at the French. "I got a complaint!" Francis responded dramatically, flipping his long hair. "Can't you just take me back to France? These ladies in your country suck!" Matthew rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Maybe you just have bad taste?" Francis scoffed. "I do not!" The Frenchmen looked down at his wrist, and realized something. "Anyway, do you have any.. Substances I can use to get over this shit?" Matthew looked at Francis in surprise.

"Well, I do have cigarettes.. And other stuff.. That's illegal here but I'm quite literally Canada so it doesn't matter." Francis nodded, setting his gaze on Matthew. "Give me your worst." Matthew gasped. "Seriously?" Francis nodded yet again, this time looking at Kuma.

"Fine, I'll go get some."

~Al. K.

Alistor stumbled, trying to crawl away. His leg was in excruciating pain, and he gritted his teeth. "Fook." The Scot muttered, at the forest floor. In front of Alistor was Feliciano, a leg and a body, his organs and head.

He didn't deserve this, none of them did.

Soft footsteps were heard, Alistor's eyes widened in fear. He tried to go faster, trying to escape this clearing. "Don't fooking hurt me!" Alistor yelled, trying to escape, only on a leg and two hands, but Alistor was in deep agony, so it would be hard.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Alistor Kirkland."

~I

"You really think an alliance with those capitalist piglets is best?" Ivan looked uncertain at his boss, meanwhile his boss looked stern. Ivan took a deep breath, clenching his fist. "Yes I do. They are the second superpower in the world after us, da?" His boss looked unconvinced. "We are facing a fight right now with the Germans. Maybe America can help us?" His boss sighed at Ivan. "Are you that soft? You know.. Maybe a labor camp will make you rethink this, Russia." Ivan's eyes widened in fear. "N-No. Not that.."

His boss began to pace. "You know why I choose you out of the other ones to represent this country? Because you seemed the strongest and toughest.. But now, I knew I should have chosen someone else." Ivan blinked back tears. "I- I am strong.." His boss laughed. "Really? Do you need praise and confirmation that you are actually strong?" Ivan shook his head. "No Sir."

"Did you know a little birdie told me you were murdering other nations?"

Ivan felt like someone stabbed him in the heart. "Who.." His boss shook his head. "Not important. What matters is that you murdered Germany. Which, I do give you credit for, thanks I guess." I just know it was Matthew. I just know.. "Next UN meeting, careful with what information you give out to your comrades." Ivan frowned, he already knew the attendance for the next meeting via Alfred, and he knew Matthew will be coming. Would it be better if Ivan told his boss about the dead? "You know.. Canada has been pissed at me lately, been trying to get the world against me.." His boss looked curious. "He has been accusing me of murder, and all those horrible crimes-" His boss interrupted. "You do know its public knowledge you shot Scotland with America, right? Besides, I don't care if you killed everyone, not really my business."

"Really?" His boss nodded. "Back to what I was saying, about America. I know you guys.. are somewhat friends as nations, but diplomatically you guys are enemies. I thought you were strong, Russia." Ivan hid his face in his scarf nervously. "Yes…" His boss sighed. "You can go now, I shall think about your offer."

Ivan nodded. "Thank you, sir." Ivan left the room and went outside. Noticing his citizens trotting around the streets. "Sir!" Ivan saw a man approaching him. "Hello, My name is Konstantian Dermo. I am from a research laboratory about people like you, who are personifications of countries, correct?" Ivan blinked. "Yes..?" Konstantian smiled. "Great! So are you.. Russia, Belarus.. Armenia or.." Ivan laughed "Russia." Konstantian scribbled something on the paper he was holding. "Thanks- So, what do you do on your daily life?" The man looked curiously at Ivan. "Nothing, I am busy- I have to go.. Now." Ivan quickly walked away from the researcher. "Wait- you didn't-" But Ivan was quick, and headed away.

He sighed, looking up at the sky. The sun was setting, dimly showing the stars.

The Russian followed the pathway back to his house. He was tired, and he needed to head home after a long day.

~A

"So- You're telling me to go to Canada to celebrate my brother before- you know the day ends?" Alfred looked at his boss. "Yes." Alfred sighed angrily. "Fine. I'll go to my plane." He stormed out of the White House, looking for his plane. He looked at his watch, only 2:00 PM. And a plane to Ottawa is an hour if Alfred is quick.

Alfred arrived at Ottawa, expecting his little brother to come greet him like normally. Instead, his brother was with his bear, looking at Alfred in disappointment. Alfred nervously smiled, "Hi.. My boss sort of forced me to come here.." Matthew looked even more disappointed. "Seriously now? Well.. fine… at least you're not with.. Him."

Alfred scoffed at Matthew, he didn't like when people harassed his friends, especially with the current situation. Matthew should know already that Alfred is good friends with Ivan, and pretty much the two murder. However, that idiot resorts to being a whiny brat. "You are aware I can call him over to slaughter you, right?' Matthew gave Alfred a look. "He can fucking try. I know he killed Alistor!" Alfred sighed at his brother. "You sure?"

Matthew took a step back nervously. "No- It cant be! You- You know what?! I'll just tell your boss!" Alfred laughed. "Remember, our bosses cant involve in conflict between us as nations, not diplomatically." Matthew looked even more pissed off. "I wish you never came here!" Alfred smiled. "Well- cry about it then, I don't know." Matthew pulled a knife out of his pockets. "I'll give you something to cry about!" He lunged at Alfred, trying to stab him, to death.

"Well, that was a shitty encounter, am I right?" Alfred laughed to himself, back home. He curled himself in a ball. "Yeah..! I sure do love talking to myself, right Alfred?" Alfred smiled "Sure do! Haha- if I didn't help the commie, then my brother wouldn't have hated me! Right?!" Alfred rocked nervously, feeling the pain on his wrist from fighting, and his stomach from nearly getting stabbed,. "Fuck, I'm acting as schizo as Arthur."

Well, Alfred has to get himself together. He is a strong nation after Soviet Union.
"I'm like- 20 percent cooler then my brother! Haha.. I'm the hero.. After all!"

~I

"So- you're only calling me because your little brother beat you up? Comrade, that's actually fucking weak of you." Alfred sniffled. "Well- I didn't expect that-" Ivan interrupted. "You should have, your brother is a total nutjob. He's like those people that try to escape padded room cells or something, He's insane. Your boss is fucking weird for telling you to go there, I mean- You could have just called me and I could have helped to go somewhere else." Ivan sighed in frustration. "Grow up."

Ivan couldn't believe Alfred was this sensitive. "Comrade, I do really care about you, but why didn't you just shoot your brother?" Ivan said coldly, ignoring Alfred's weeps. "The fucking gun laws!" Ivan sighed. "You say you're cool but you really care about some laws in a foreign nation, that's still a colony. Did he really fuck you up?" Alfred sniffled. "Not really- I-."

"Are you mentally ill?" Ivan asked. And. Alfred hung up the call. Ivan grunted. Across from where he was sitting was a shot glass and the bottle. Ivan was thirsty, so another drink wouldn't hurt. Just a shot..

A shot was to low, it would be weird not to drink more, right? Ivan poured himself a couple more shots..

~?

It was a blur, the man looked in the distance to see the struggling Scot in the forest. He had to help, and fast. The man looked pale, and his leg looked in pain. He needed to hurry. The man rushed past the trees and nature life, and he got to a bush, watching Alistor. Alistor was trying to crawl, and he looked to be near someone's remains. The man took a look, and flinched. Absolutely fucking disgusting. He thought to himself. It was the remains of no other then Feliciano Vargas, the man who went missing months ago. The personification of North Italy.

The man had enough, he stood up. He approached Alistor carefully with caution. "Who are you?!" Alistor yelled in fear. "I'm not here to hurt you, Alistor Kirkland." The man removed his cloak. "It's me, Alistor. It's me." Alistor gasped. "Wh-What?!"

~M

Matthew took another cigarette from his cigarette pack. This is his third one today, and since he's semi-immortal, he didn't have to care about how the cigarette affects his lungs. It might hurt for a few weeks, but it heals. "You should stop smoking." Matthew spun around at Kumajiro. "It's like really bad for you" Matthew wheezed, he quickly removed the cigarette from his mouth, Matthew coughed up some smoke, he felt his throat hurt. "N-No! I'm fine-" Matthew wheezed. "I swear." Kuma looked up at Matthew. "You should go watch your other friend, Francis instead of smoking, I think he might be a menace." Matthew sighed. "I know he's weird, every day I really hope I send him to London with Arthur or something.."

"Yeah, you should." Kuma agreed calmly. Matthew reached for his ashtray, putting the cigarette bottom to the tray carefully. "Do I call him down or do I forcefully send him?" Kuma shrugged. "Maybe both, not sure."

Francis was lounging on Matthew's balcony, peacefully drinking wine ands sketching something. "Francis? I didn't know you were fond of art.?" Matthew walked in on Francis drawing. "Oh- This? It's for.. Someone." Probably Arthur. "Pack your bags by the way, you're moving." Francis smiled. "Finally.. To where?" Matthew blinked. "England, London." Francis grinned. "Finally.."

Francis packed his suitcases and headed to the airport with Matthew escorting him. His flight was in a few minutes, and he was waiting. Matthew was gently holding Kuma, his pet bear. "Who are you?" Matthew sighed, the bear seemed to have dementia. "Canada."

Francis boarded the plane, and so, he was FINALLY gone.

Matthew went away, going back home. He had came up a plan, next UN meeting is coming up soon, what if he crashed it by saying the truth about the Soviet Union..

perfect

francis sucks

thanks for reading

also chapter 6 might be a bit faster since im finally getting motivation :3