Canadian Killer

Chapter 16

The Canadian entered the kitchen of his house. England was at the stove and cooked something. Somehow it smelled burnt.

"Well, did you remember anything?"

Canada hesitated. "N-no. Nothing." He shook his head.

England sighed. "That will come soon."

After the event in the hallway, Canada didn't even know exactly whether he wanted to know what had happened in his past.

"Russia and Japan would come soon." The Brit said. "I have allowed myself to cook for them too, okay?"

Canada nodded. He made his way to the window next to the front door.
No one was to be seen. The evening sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon and colored the sky blood red.
Again a few pictures streamed by and Canada held his head.

"Everything okay?"

England stood beside him and looked at him worriedly. Canada waved.

"It's nothing."

"You can tell me, Canada. No matter what it is, maybe I can help you. "

Canada shook his head. "I can't explain it myself. There are no memories, only pictures, but I can't understand. I can't even really see them."

England was thinking.

"How about if you tell me something about my past?" Canada said. "How did you know me?"

England had to grin. "Let's go into the kitchen."

Half an hour later the bell rang at the door. Canada got up and went to answer. England followed him.
Outside the front door were a small black-haired man who looked slightly restrained and had a shrewd expression and a aschblonder giant who wore a sinister smile and a long scarf standing.

"Konban wa, Canada-san." Greeted the small and bowed politely.

"There, small Canada. Are you feeling better? "Asked the taller and Canada found his voice was in big contrast to its bulky look.

"Come in."

The two entered the house. England introduced them to Canada.

"Canada, this is Japan." He pointed to the black-haired, who bowed again. "And this is Russia." The ash blonde smiled, but Canada didn't know what to think of him.

"You really can't remember anything?"

Canada shook his head. "No, nothing. Everything is just gone. "

"Come on, I made dinner!" Grinned England and pointed toward the kitchen.

Canada noticed in Russia's and in Japan's face a slight twitching, but this was immediately covered again by a polite and a childlike sinister smile.
Reluctantly, Japan and Russia followed by the Brit and soon Canada would knew why.

After 'eating', an amazing amount of the 'food' remained since no one seemed to have a big appetite.

The four were composed in Canada's living room.
They were telling Canada about his childhood and the older days, but also on the latest happenings, but it didn't help Canada's memories at all. He couldn't remember anything. Did that really happen to him? All these events seemed so strange to him, like they were not his memories.

The nations decided to go to bed early.
England and Canada went to two adjoining bedrooms and laid down, while Japan and Russia held guard in the middle.

Slowly calm descended upon the house.

England was still awake in his bed, thinking. What if Canada's memories will never found again? What if they wouldn't find the murderer and in the end they all died? That meant, not even all countries had to die so that the world would suffer in chaos. They already were on the verge of an apocalypse.

Restless, he rolled back and forth. His throat was dry. He needed something to drink.
He got up and wanted to get into the bathroom to get a glass of water, but suddenly the loud screams echoed through the house and let the British jump.