Canadian Killer

Chapter 12

Still a bit pale, but again quite fit, England sat in his bed reading. He looked up surprised when the door was opened to his room and the face of the albino grinning at him cheekily.

"Yo, Britain! Re-appearance among the living, huh? "

"Come in, you idiot!" England smirked and closed his book. "You saved my life, you fool! Tell me how am I supposed to compensate that!"

Prussia entered followed by Germany and Iceland the room and made themselves comfortable.

"With your naughty mouth it seems like you're doing quite well again!", The albino remarked jokingly.

England tapped his forehead. "You crazy, gave me drugs!"

Prussia laughed heartily. "And they have saved your life, Britain!"

"How did you get such a stupid idea, you moron?! Why did you even have something like that?!" England glared at the albino with a grin. This is put a finger to his lips and whispered. "Professional secrecy"

"Unfortunately, we have to talk about a unpleasant topic, England." Germany said in a husky voice. His brother groaned annoyed, but the Briton nodded.

"I saw that coming, but honestly I can't remember much. I'm sorry." He shrugged. "We were sitting down at the table and I just felt kind of strange. Subsequently, China and Canada have brought me up and I don't know more. If I had known what happened down..." He looked away.

Iceland patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. "It's not your fault..." The Englishman looked at him sadly.

"I just hope Canada survived. I could never forgive myself if he was going to die. "

Prussia looked at him cheekily. "What are you talking about? Of course, he survived! He must have inherited your thick head, keseseses!"

England smiled. It felt good to have others around him, so he didn't have to always think of America and Canada. Even the frog crept up again and again in his mind!

"Hey, Britain! I promise you, I'll protect you! And Canada too! I'll find the killer, I promise!" Prussia said proudly. Then he began to laugh again in his very own way.

England grinned. "And how shall I ever repay this debt?"

"Surprise me!"

Prussia, Germany and Iceland walked slowly through the halls and corridors of the hospital.

"And? Do you still think England is the murderer?" Prussia asked his brother approached.

Germany shook his head. "I don't know...not really. Actually, I don't trust these murders to anyone. Not even Russia! But someone has done it, that's for sure and we need to find that person... "

Iceland and Prussia nodded.

Prussia tore his white hair. "We are still in terms of zero ... I don't think that it was England. He is far too narrowly wide slipped on death. He's so worried about Canada that ... he can't be the killer!"

"Or he's a damn good actor..." Iceland said. "But he has no motive. At least no obvious motives. "

The two brothers nodded.

"All we can do is continue to search and search and search. We have to deny more victims! We'll meet again tomorrow!"

The moon shone through the window and plunged the room into a silvery light. The sounds of several machines under painted the silence.

England couldn't turn away from the face of Canada. He looked so peaceful, as if he were asleep and yet knew England that Canada was still fighting death. The doctors had said it. No one knew when the Canadian would wake up again. Whether he would wake up at all.

A thick bandage was wrapped around his head, hiding the lacerations. England held his cold hand. The left. Still there was the bandage on his wrist.

"Oh, Canada ...," the Briton sighed sadly. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The mechanical drone of outside noise echoed through the room. The moon shone on the two sleeping people. Nothing stirred.

Only the hand of the Canadian shaked slightly.