His Killings (Rusame)

The Start of the Game

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America shot up in bed. It was surprisingly pretty early. The perfect time for a warm shower before he went to school.  He always made sure to wake up at 4 in the morning. It wasn't unusual though. It was a daily thing. He went to the closet and got himself some clothes before heading into the bathroom. 

(We shall do a time-skip of him taking a shower because it is unimportant.)

America slipped on his clothes. He put on shoes with the "Jordan" name brand, feeling rather cool about it. America left the bathroom then rushed down the stairs. Making it to the kitchen he witnessed his mother France making breakfast. "Yo ma'." He hugged her. France smiled and responded with a little sentence. "Hello America. Good morning. Your siblings should be down soon and I'm almost done. You have time to do what you want, love." America let go and checked out what she was making. The male took out his phone and took a picture. Like the regular American he is he posted it with the caption of "This shit about to be bussin" and put his phone away. "Okay then. Dad went to work early huh?" 

The French woman nodded. "Aw man. I was hoping he'd eat breakfast with us. Darn man!" Despite his way of acting he felt a bit uneasy. Who is better to tell other than his own father? It was pretty much his own way of cooping. "Well he will be home ton-" Australia and Canada came into the kitchen, Australia riding on the Canadian's neck. "Hello.. Mom. Hi, America." He glanced at America with a look of annoyance. America just smiled. "Hiiiiiiii mommy!!" Suddenly a girly voice was heard. Though they couldn't see the girl until Canada turned around. The little Kiwi, New Zealand was on his back. She climbed off carefully before the two escaped the room. She ran to her mother  and hugged her. "Hello you three."

As time passed by they had finished eating the breakfast and headed off to school. Canada beside his brother as they walked off. As always Canada clinged his arm to his brother. Mainly because of the one time America almost got hit from walking while looking at his phone. The dumbass thought it was smart but he couldn't help but message his friends on the way to school. "Yo' Canada, Lets go to the coffee shop. Germany said he'd pick us up." He grinned at his brother. Canada sighed before replying with a simple nod. He wasn't much of a talker. He was afraid of saying the wrong things to him. America always gets pretty hurt when he speaks so he assumed he's saying the bad thing.

Halfway to the coffee shop they see Germany in his car.  America waved at him which put the guy to a stop. "Heya' Germs." He ran to the car, practically dragging his brother along with. "Hey Ame. Hallo Canada." He smiled over to Canada. "I call shotgun!" The American said before opening the car door and getting inside. Canada sighed and got into the backseat. "So much quicker. I should get a car! Am I right Maple?" He looked in the Germany's review mirror to see his brother, who just nodded. He smiled lightly and payed attention to Germany who started to drive off after the two's seat belts were on.

America secretly blew a kiss at the German, who actually seemed to wave it off.  America just frowned and looked out the window during the quick ride, only to see the person he described as a male, that killer's mask. He blinked  and he was gone. He frantically looked to the front and said nothing. 

After that quiet ride they made it to school. The American  yawned when they went inside. "Jesus mannnnnn! Just came to school and I'm already tired. It gives off that affect, You feel me man?" He put his arm around Germany. The man may have gotten quieter at the school grounds but they were pretty good friends. Mainly after the Berlin wall came down, they were close. "Or you're being lazy. Try not to skip homeroom. We need that.."    Germany's concerned tone led to America grinning. He wasn't planning to skip class, seeing as there was a blood thirsty killer somewhere. "Don't worry man" The American put a thumbs up in reassurance 

He went and grabbed his stuff from his locker. His eyes meeting with a rather tall man as he turned around. He looked at the shorter man which he had known of as Ukraine.  'What a nice looking guy' which he had thought to himself as he would most of the time.   After putting his things up with a hurry he took his homework and just hurried off to his class. What a horrible thing America had to think about an expect.. Homework on weekends. As soon as he got to his desk he noticed a letter with rose set by it. It made America chuckle


(This was from America's point of view.)

I opened the envelope in joy. I was ready for a confession based on the start of the little poem. "How cute" I thought before reading the rest.

'Roses are red. Violets are actually purpleSometimes what you see 

..are actually very hurtful'

                                                         R.R

Excuse me? I got it rather easy based off the rather nauseous feeling approached my body. I looked around, unsteady. Though the door opened finally and for a second there I saw that man.