Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 23]

"H- He did wHAT-??" America yelped in surprise, not having expected such a revelation. Ukraine immediately covered America's mouth, trying to keep him silent so Canada wouldn't overhear them.

"Shhhh!" Ukraine shushed the older man, keeping his hand over his mouth for a moment, removing it only when America seemed to calm the fuck down.

"W- We have to go to the police!!" America whisper yelled at the Ukrainian, looking absolutely freaked out. How could Canada do such a thing?? Even if America did get into some trouble with the law now and then, he could never kidnap someone! It- It was just- wrong!

"No- If we d- disappear, Canada will run. I- I can't let him get away... God kn- knows what he might do if he does!" Ukraine said, looking up at America.

"Th- Then what should we do..?" America asked, sounding worried. "We do this- sneakly. I- I had a plan, but i'm not s- sure if it would work.. I... I need your help.." The Ukrainian whispered. He looked around for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. America only nodded, willing to hear the other out.

"Okay... H- Here's the plan..."

...

America gently unlocked the door, pushing it open. He walked out of the room, glancing around. He was a little surprised that Canada was nowhere to be found. Well- or maybe he was just in the kitchen. The American walked into the kitchen, huffing as he saw Canada, sitting by the table.

"Hey, bro." America forced a smile, sitting down by the table as well. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked Canada up and down. "I wanted to apologize- for what i said-" America wanted to continue, but got cut off by Canada. "It's all good, don't apologize. I was just in a bad mood." The Canadian mumbled, staring down at the cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up at America for a split second, before looking back down at the cup.

"Right- I- Well-" America stuttered a bit, unsure of what to say. He thought about what Ukraine had told him to do, trying to figure out how to do it. "Ukraine and i- We- erm- We had a nice little chat-" America paused, nearly flinching at the way Canada immediately looked up at him. The American took a second to calm himself down and continue.

"He told me all about his family- And the way he was treated at school.. It's- It's hard to believe, honestly. How c- could anyone treat such a kind human being th- that way...?" America put on a frown. It took everything in him not to look nervous. He didn't want to blow this.

Canada locked eyes with America for a brief moment, before his look softened. "I know. That's why i let him stay here.. He's been my friend for god knows how long... I hate to see him hurting..." The Canadian sighed, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.

America looked down to hide the fact that he was cringing. The Canadian... God, he claimed that he hated seeing Ukraine hurt, but here he was, holding Ukraine prisoner for his own selfish reasons. What a hypocrite.

"Mhmm... As- As for the favor... What exactly d- do you want me to do..?"  America asked rather hesitantly, afraid of what the answer would be. He didn't want to get involved...And... And he won't! Right- he had to have faith in Ukraine.

"I want you to frame Russia for Ukraine's murder." Canada stated bluntly. He had gotten rid of Ukraine's cellphone so it wouldn't be tracked to this cabin, but he didn't destroy it. He simply dumped it somewhere near Russia's home in the woods.

"Ukraine last told USSR he was going to Russia's place to stay there overnight...I think. Ukie and Russia have this sibling rivalry and one could only assume that things took a turn for the worst... Am i right?" Canada chuckled, looking down at the cup of coffee.

America, on the other hand, felt sick to his stomach. Canada... Canada had planned this through to the tiniest of details. It was genuinely sickening to think about what Canada was capable of.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Meri." Canada commented, having noticed the American's pale face. "O- Oh, i just- erm- I just haven't done anything as extreme as... You know... This." America mumbled, looking off to the side.

"It's going to be alright. Russia's place doesn't have any cameras, and as long as you don't leave a trace of foul play, you will be okay. Oh, and i suggest you use the dirt road to get to his house, so any traffic cameras don't see you going there." Canada gave a soft smile.

"How...H- How do you-...Know exactly what to do..." America mumbled, unable to hide his uneasiness anymore. "Oh, i just watch a lot of crime documentaries and it's hilarious how every single one of the criminals leaves a trace behind.. You can't have that, now can you? I'm trying to help you out so you don't get arrest-" Canada said in a soft, innocent tone, but was cut off by America standing up and slamming his hands onto the table.

"Y- You sick fuck! I- I know Ukraine didn't run away! His family i- is lovely, and i know damn well that y- you kidnapped him! Y- You won't get away with this!" America hissed, his emotions starting to get the best of him. The Canadian only sighed, standing up.

"I know that you know. You were acting off the whole time." Canada said rather calmly, starting to walk around the table towards America, who took a step back with every step Canada took forward.

"I- I'm going to call the police!" America growled, deciding to stand his ground. Man... There goes their plan.

"I'm afraid i can't let you do that, America." Canada said, his cold, dead eyes staring directly at America, making shivers run down the American's spine.

"Wh- What are you-"