Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 2]

After a while of playful back and forth 'arguing' between Canada and Ukraine, they had to go their separate ways. Ukraine walked off to the right, and after a bit of a distance had been put inbetween them, Canada followed. But... Ukraine didn't seem to be following his usual route home...

Canada raised an eyebrow, being genuinely confused. Why would Ukraine be going.. The Canadian paused. Right- Right. That was the way to the mall.  God, he was starting to overthink. The only thing that was on Canada's mind was the fact that Ukraine had feelings for Poland..

As much as Canada wanted to make sure Ukraine got home safely, he decided to go pay Poland a visit. He stopped walking. He put his coat's hood up, shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to the left. Canada crossed the road, walking forwards. If he remembered correctly, Poland's house shouldn't be that far away. If anything, it was rather close to the edge of the woods. Canada's favorite 'hunting' spot.

A sigh left his lips as he walked. Canada kept his eyes glued to the ground, occasionally looking up, just to make sure he didn't walk into anyone. The Canadian looked down at his hands. He had gloves on, and he was sure that he could use one of Poland's knives to do the deed. Ukraine wasn't supposed to love anyone other than Canada. Ukraine wasn't allowed to love anyone other than Canada.

After a while of walking, Canada found himself standing in front of a large, two story house. His eyes flickered towards one of the upper floor windows. He could just barely make out a Polish flag hanging on the wall. Bingo.

It was daytime, so this was a risky thing to do. Even then, he was determined to not get caught. He can't get caught. Not now. Not ever.

The Canadian glanced around, just to make sure that there were no other people walking down the street. Of course, this was the well off side of the city. Not a place where your everyday unemployed individuals would go walking their dog. That was good. Great, actually.

Canada walked over to the fence and climbed over it. He knew for a fact that Poland did not have any dogs, so sneaking in should be an easy thing to do. A huff made it's way past his lips as he walked into the backyard, taking a moment to appreciate the balcony that connected itself to what Canada assumed was...Maybe the Polish man's parents room? Could be.

He let out an aggravated sigh as he came to the realization that he had no way to climb up to the balcony. Well then... The backdoor it was. Canada slowly approached the backdoor, putting his hood up. He glanced around yet again, just making sure there were no... Oh. There was a camera. It sat right on top of the backdoor, in a position where it could clearly see Canada's face, even if he had his hood on. That... That was a huge problem. He had to delete the recording. Destroy all evidence.

He decided to ignore the camera for now. Canada stepped over to the backdoor, wiggling the doorknob. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked.  Of course, for Canada, that was a very pleasant surprise. These rich folks are so fucking full of themselves that they think they're untouchable... How annoying.

The Canadian looked around. Ah, so the backdoor connected to the kitchen. How convenient. Canada could grab a weapon on the way! He cautiously walked over to the kniferack he had spotted. Would a knife be too... Cliche? Too painless? Yeah. It was better that Canada picked something else. That way, he could torture Poland for a bit longer... God, just the thought of Poland talking to Ukraine made Canada's blood boil. Poland could never appreciate Ukie the same way Canada appreciated him. Never.

"Mama? Tata? Jesteś już w domu?"
(Mom? Dad? You're home already?)

Canada froze. Fuck. Poland had heard him. The man's eyes darted around the room as he looked for somewhere to hide. In the cabinet? Under the table? Behind the wall? He didn't know. Quickly, he snatched one of the smaller knives from the knife rack, before stepping behind the wall.

"Haha bardzo śmieszne. Chcesz, żebym przyszedł i cię znalazł?"
(Haha, very funny. You want me to come and find you?)
The polish man called out, making a shiver run down Canada's spine. Wait- no- this was good! Maybe Canada could lure him into the kitchen and attack him from behind? Sounded like a good idea. The next thirty seconds felt like an eternity. Canada stood behind the wall as he heard light, but fast footsteps approaching. Ah, so Poland really was a child at heart.

"Co? Gdzie są-"
(Huh? Where are-)