Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 24]

⚠️ THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES MENTIONS OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING ⚠️

Canada dragged his finger along the table as he walked over to America. Surprisingly, the Canadian just stopped right in front of him and gave a small smile.

"I believe you'd need a phone to do that, Meri." Canada chuckled, making America's face turn pale again. The American immediately patted his pockets in a quick and desperate manner, hoping to god that Canada was just messing with him. To America's horror, there was no phone to be found, and the car keys, his gun and everything else he had on him was gone too.

"H- How did you-" America stuttered, taking a step back. The Canadian did not give an answer and just swiftly grabbed America's wrist, twisting it painfully. "O- Ow!" The American hissed in pain, but before he could do anything to prevent Canada from overpowering him, the other harshly kicked the back of America's knees, causing the older brother's legs to give out.

Canada forced America's hands behind his back, holding them with one hand while the American struggled. As much as he didn't want to, Canada removed his belt and tied it around America's wrists, restraining his arms behind his back.

"Wh- What are you doing?!! L- Let me go this instant!!" America hissed, trying to sound intimidating. "You know i can't do that, Ame." The Canadian huffed, grabbing the back of America's neck. "Stand up. Now." Canada ordered. Hesitantly, the American obliged, standing up, starting to walk forwards as Canada basically forced him to.

America looked down at the ground, huffing. Whatever Ukraine had in mind was probably ruined now.. And it was all America's fault. God, he should've just- kept his mouth shut and followed the plan.

Canada brought his older brother into what looked like rather small storage room. He forced America to sit down on his knees, before also tying his legs together. "Y- You won't get away with this.." America hissed, glaring up at his brother... If he could even call Canada that.

"Oh, you sure are naive." Canada smiled. The Canadian shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out America's credit card, waving it in front of the other's face. "I know you have a lot of money on this card.. Oh, wait, silly me! I pulled out the wrong card, didn't i?" Canada giggled, shaking his head. He pulled out another credit card, but this one was in someone else's name. "Ah, right! This is the card you use to store all the money from all your...Hmmm, lets say... 'Not so legal' drug deals, am i right?" Canada smiled cunningly.

"I-" America was about to defend himself, but once again got cut off by Canada. He crouched down to the other's level, staring deep into America's eyes.

"Would be a shame if i were to turn in all of your credit cards and all the footage i have of you dealing drugs and... Hmm... What else was it that you did? Human trafficking? How hypocritical of you to chew me out when you support the exact same thing, don't you think?" The Canadian said, not breaking eye contact even once.

America was speechless. He never as much as mentioned any of the illegal shit he's done, and he had been taking extreme precautions when he did that stuff... But... He never meant bad. In fact, he only accepted to drive the victims because he released them in a safe and secure place, so they could go live their lives peacefully...  "I- I- didn't do anything t- to those poor women! I didn't do as m- much as lay a finger on them!" He whimpered, trying to defend his honor.

"Tell that to the cops, Meri. It wouldn't be hard to pin Ukraine's kidnapping on you as well, now would it?" The Canadian hissed, now deciding to take a more direct approach.

"Now shut up and listen. I will do whatever it takes to make Ukraine mine, and no one will stand in my way, you got it?!" Canada growled, grabbing America by the collar of his shirt, roughly yanking him forwards. "Now, either let me go and keep your whiny, pathetic, little mouth shut or i'll make your life a living hell, understood?!" The Canadian raised his voice as America tried to shuffle away from him.

When there was no response, Canada felt absolutely furious. "I said: do you understand?!" Canada hissed. America almost immediately nodded, and as soon as he did, he felt the grip on his shirt's collar loosen, before Canada let go completely.

"Good. Now, here is what you'll do, you fucking mutt. You'll stay here in this cabin for a week, and if you leave, i'll fucking know. If you leave this cabin, i'll gut you and hang you up on a flagpole, so everyone can see what a pathetic excuse of a human you truly are." Canada grabbed America by the hair, roughly shoving him to the ground. A whimper left America's lips as he laid on the ground, trying to calm himself down. G- God... What had he done...?

The Canadian left the storage room, locking the door behind himself. He took a moment to take a deep breath. He didn't care about America. He didn't care about Aussie, Kiwi or anyone else. He only cared about Ukraine, and that would not change. Ever.

The Canadian walked over to his and Ukraine's room and was just about to knock, when he noticed the front door was wide open. Oh, he was not in the mood to deal with this. Once he caught Ukraine, that little whore would be wishing he wasn't born.