Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 3]

⚠️ THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES GRAPHIC GORE AND MURDER ⚠️

"Co? Gdzie są-"
(Huh? Where are-)
As soon as Poland stepped far enough into the kitchen, in one swift move, Canada kicked the back of Poland's knee, making the man fall over. The Polish man didn't even get a chance to react as Canada pressed his boot onto Poland's chest, pinning him down to the ground, knife in hand.

"Kim- kim jesteś?!"
(Who- Who are you?!)
Poland squealed in a panic, grabbing Canada's leg, pulling it. He was trying to make Canada fall over, and it actually worked. The Canadian let out a grunt, being a little stunned and caught off guard. He hadn't really expected Poland to fight back so quickly.

Poland used the chance to get up on his knees, before throwing himself on top of Canada, pinning down the hand that Canada held the knife in. The Canadian growled, trying to free his hand, which didn't go that well.

"Canada?!" Polska gasped in shock. What the fuck was this creep doing in his house?? With a knife, of all things! Canada did not respond and instead leaned to the side, harshly biting down on Poland's wrist, forcing him to let go. Poland hissed in pain, pulling his hand to his chest. Of course, Canada took advantage of that and punched the Polish man in the face as hard as he could, before shoving the other off of himself. In the matter of seconds, Canada was now the one on top.

He forcefully turned Poland over onto his stomach, and grabbing Polska's wrists, twisting them painfully. A cry of pain could be heard from the Polish man as he unsuccessfully tried to fight back. With one hand, Canada removed his own belt and restrained the other's arms, tying them together behind his back. Poland was at his mercy now... And no mercy would be shown.

"Wh- What do you w- want?! M- Money?? I- I- I can get it for you!!" Poland sobbed pathetically as he was once again turned over, this time onto his back.

"Shut the fuck up before i gag you." Canada spat, which caused Poland to shut up almost immediately. Yes, Poland would've loved to fight back, but he physically couldn't. Begging for his life was pathetic, but it was the only thing he could do at the moment. Canada sat on the other's stomach, using his weight to prevent the other from trying to get up.

"You see, i have a small problem.. Ukraine likes you. Because of that, i must get rid of you." The Canadian spoke in a calm, almost emotionless tone. It was as if he had rehearsed this multiple times. Maybe he had. Hell if Poland knew.

"You could never love him the way i  love him. Only i  can make him happy. You'd only hurt him.." Canada hissed. Seeing as Poland was about to speak, he brought the knife up to the other's throat, pressing it down lightly, as if to dare the Polish man to open his fucking mouth. A small cry of fear escaped Poland's mouth, but nothing else.

"And to think he has feelings for a good for nothing  jerk like you? God! I have done so much for him, and he still chose you?! You have done nothing but humiliate him!!" Canada raised his voice, raising the knife above his head, before stabbing it deep into the other's chest. Just as Poland was about to scream in pain, Canada put his arm over the other's mouth, just to muffle his screams.

The Canadian yanked the knife out of the other's flesh, examining the crimson red blood that stained the blade. He brought it closer to his mouth, before licking it gently. Canada enjoyed the metallic taste it left in his mouth. The Canadian then looked down at the pathetic mess of sobs and tears that Poland had become. Without an ounce of remorse, Canada pierced the skin of the other's chest again and again, until Poland's chest no longer rose and fell. He stabbed the blade into Polska's chest until the other choked on his own blood. He brought the knife down over and over until Poland's chest looked awfully mutilated.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Canada asked, knowing damn well that Poland was dead. A sick smile creeped onto his face as he grabbed the Polish man by the hair, roughly pulling his upper body up.

"Come on! Answer me!" The Canadian demanded, before slamming the other's head down against the hard ground. He didn't like the grey, glossy, lifeless eyes that stared back up at him. Canada hated them. Canada wanted to get rid of them. The Canadian kept a tight grip on Poland's hair, raising the knife once again. He stabbed the knife into Poland's eye repeatedly, doing the same for the other one. Once he was sure that nothing of the two eyeballs was left untouched, he leaned back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"And here i was thinking that you'd be more of a pain in the ass... How disappointing." He mumbled under his breath. Canada got up, looking down, admiring his work. Blood had started to pool under Poland, and Canada made sure not to step into it. Instead, the Canadian dipped his finger into the blood, deciding to leave a small message for Poland's parents.. And the police too, of course.

' Do not try to take what does not belong to you. '

A sick smile spread across Canada's face as he stared at his 'work of art'. Hm. Should he leave some more notes? It didn't matter much, since he was wearing gloves and the fact that there was absolutely no one who could stop him.

"Lets go for a stroll, why don't we?" The sick fuck spoke up, gently leaning down. He grabbed Poland by the wrist, starting to drag the corpse. If he had wanted to cover this up, Canada would have done that. Oh, no. He just wanted to put on a show for Poland's parents. Canada felt butterflies in his stomach just thinking about their reaction to finding the house stained with their son's blood.

The Canadian took his sweet, sweet time to drag Poland all the way up the stairs and back down. Every time the dead body stopped bleeding, Canada would gladly go on and give Poland a few more stabs in the stomach or back.

Having dragged Poland up the stairs a second time, Canada paused. Cameras. Fuck- he had completely forgotten about them! Well, it was a good thing that he remembered then and not when he had gone back home. Canada propped Poland up against the railing of the stairs, blood slowly dripping from his face and torso.

"Why the long face? Come on, Polska! Smile for me!" The Canadian giggled like a little kid on christmas eve, crouching down in front of Poland. He brought the knife up to Poland's face, slowly cutting the edges of the Polish man's mouth upwards, carving a gruesome smile on the corpse's face. Now that Poland was dead, Canada no longer held a grudge against him. Poland couldn't threaten Canada's relationship with Ukraine anymore.

Canada almost snapped his own damn neck as he turned to look at the front door, hearing knocking.