Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 4]

⚠️ THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES GRAPHIC GORE AND MURDER ⚠️

Canada almost snapped his own damn neck as he turned to look at the front door, hearing knocking. Eyes open wide, he grabbed Poland's hand, making the dead body grip onto the knife, hopefully to leave fingerprints. The Canadian then quickly rushed into one of the rooms that faced the backyard. Fuck- how was he supposed to get rid of the video evidence?!

He hid under the bed, and not even seconds later, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the house. It sounded like a male, but didn't sound like an adult- did Poland have any brothers? Cousins? Canada wasn't sure, but he silently cursed under his breath.

Whoever it was, surely had called 911 by now. Canada needed to get out of there.. No. Canada had  to get out there. How could he leave the footage of him breaking in behind, though? If he destroyed the camera, surely, the footage would be gone- no- it was most likely saved somewhere. The Canadian would've groaned in irritation, if it wasn't for the rapidly approaching footsteps. Canada had noticed that every bedroom door that wasn't being used at the time had been left just slightly open, so he had done the same.

He laid under the bed, holding his breath. There were some boxes and unused things under the bed, and Canada had curled up among them, trying to blend in.

To Canada's surprise (and relief, obviously), the footsteps continued down the hall, passing by the room he was in. Thinking fast on his feet, the Canadian slid out from under the bed, sprung to his feet and grabbed the out-of-place looking tablet. Canada used to have cameras when he lived with his parents, and the computer that the videos had been saved on looked similar to the one he just grabbed.

He yanked the power chord out, dashing over to the window. Canada's heart raced as he heard footsteps hurry towards the room he was in. It was now only a matter of who was faster. The moment the window opened, Canada threw himself out of it. He fell to the ground with a thud, groaning in pain. It... It had been quite the fall. It wasn't everyday that he jumped out of second floor windows.

Ignoring the pain in his leg, the Canadian shot up to his feet and started running. Instead of running off, he hid in the back porch. He still needed to get rid of that damn camera.

He ran up to the backdoor, roughly grasping the camera that stood stationed on top of the door. Surprisingly, without much effort, Canada managed to pull it off. He snuck back to the edge of the patio, preparing himself to run. After a few moments, he heard the window shut, and he knew it was his cue to move. The Canadian sprinted across the backyard. He hopped the fence, tablet and camera in hand. For a split second, he dared to look back, just wanting to know who had been the bastard to ruin Canada's fun. Once he looked up at the window, his face turning as white as a sheet. Wait-... What- Was- Was that-

He had no time to think about it. Canada ran into the woods. It was best he waited a couple of hours before going home, just so he could make up some bullshit excuse of 'hiking', if the.. person.. Were to snitch.