Bang (RusCan)

The Warning

"Bye Ivan." I say, waving goodbye to Ivan. He waves back with his creepy, but still kinda cute, smile. Everyone else believes that when Ivan smiles, he's just as creepy as he normally is. But I think it's more cute. But I don't know if that's because I have a crush on him.
As soon as he drives out of sight, I close my front door. I turn around and slide down the door, my breath as shaky as my heart beat. My hands are pressed against my warm face, which is of now, a blushing mess.
Who knew keeping a crush was so hard. I think to myself. Heh, I guess I was never one to keep a crush hidden.
I sit at the door for about six minutes, when finally I tell myself to quit acting like a teen girl and act like America.
Suddenly I hear a loud crash upstairs. I jump a fit in the air, stifling a scream. I stand up slowly, grabbing my hockey stick which was placed at my coat rack. I'm Canada, what would you expect?
Slowly, I walk up the stairs to the noise, which was in my study. Hockey stick firm in my grasp, though my hands are shaking. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I walk slowly to the door. My hand shakes as I reach for the door knob.
I swing the door open fast, waving my hockey stick in ever direction. Eyes closed, I keep yelling, "No, no, no." I don't even stop when I feel my hockey stick come in contact with something.
"Ow! Bloody hell, Canada! Stop!" A familiar voice with a British accent says. I stop swinging my hockey stick and open my eyes. There, doubled over in pain, is England.
"E-England. I'm so so so so so sorry. I heard a crash, so I how super scared. I'm so sorry I hit you." I stop, realizing something. "Aren't you supposed to be all the way around the world right now?"
England stands up, only for me to notice he's different. On his lower left jaw is a burn scar. His hair is cut more short than it usually is and is covered in layers of dirt. His clothing is more army like and also caked in dirt. The only thing that's the same is his 48-font eyebrows.
"I am." England says, pausing a second to think. "At least, that's where I think I'm supposed to be at this point in time."
"I but- huh?" I sputter, confused by that. I have no idea what he's taking about. England sighs, running a hand through his matted hair, he looks me in the eye.
"I'm from the future." He says, completely serious. "About ten years into the future." I pause, he's joking. He has to be.
"If your from the future; and I'm not saying you aren't, but why are you here?" I ask, quite uncomfortable with this current situation.
England sighs and turns away. "Because in a few years, a country starts a nuclear war. Not even 1% of the population survives. Even about half of the other countries die, and more are on their way to death."
I stand there shocked. That's not much information, but I know what he's talking about. "W-who?"
England turns around once more, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Canada, Matthew, I'm sorry to say but your crush starts it, Russia starts the war."
I stand there, my face paling. "No, no. Rus-Ivan would never do that." I shake my head frantically, tears stinging my eyes. "Ivan would never do that."
"Canada, please listen to me. You need to kill Russia. Your the only one who I can trust to do it." England says, slightly shaking me. I stand there shivering in fear.
Before I can stop myself, I push England away. "Your wrong! Ivan would never do that. Never never ever!"
England looks at me softly, but still surprised I actually got violent. I am surprised just as much as him. "Please you don't have much time. You have to kill him as soon as possible."
Suddenly there is a bright light, nearly blinding. But as sin as it reseeds, England is gone.
I knew what England said was true, I just didn't want to believe it.
I sink to my knees, crying and shaking. "I can't. I can't. I can't."