Canadian Killer

Chapter 18

Canada opened his eyes. He hadn't slept well at all. The alarm clock on the little table next to him shows half past six. Great..
Canada stood up. He couldn't go to sleep again. His mind would kept him awake anyway so he quietly slipped out into the hallway.
He was a bit shocked when he saw the two figures huddled on the floor leaning against the wall. Japan and Russia.
He sighed and wanted to sneak past the two, when he noticed how Russia's violet eyes were fixed on him. Involuntarily he winced under the cold stare.

"R-Russia...! You're awake...!" whispered Canada.

The Russian got up slowly, pushing Canada toward the kitchen.

"Have you ever slept?"

Russia closed the door behind him and shook his head. "Little Canada doesn't have to care. Can't you sleep? "

Canada stifled a yawn and shook his head. "Breakfast?"

Without waiting for an answer, he began to draw up water for tea and put two slices of bread in the toaster. Russia watched him in silence.

After a while, Canada took the cup of black tea in his hand and sat down at the table. Russia remained where he was. Suspiciously eyeing the dark liquid in his cup. A couple drink from his canteen and spread back a smile on his face off.
Canada stared silently at the vortex, which he produced with his spoon.

"Was I ... loud last night?"

The Russian looked up. "Chto?"

"I mean ... all suddenly you were there, after I woke up. Have I been that loud?"

Russia's smile was a wider track. "There, small Canada. We thought the killer had struck again." The ash blonde bowed his head slightly to the side. "I wonder if he ever shows up again, now after a small country doesn't remember him?"

Canada looked at the bigger confused. What did Russia mean?
A shadow passed over the face of the ash-blond, when the door opened behind him.

A pretty drowsy Japanese looked into the room. "Ohayo..."

Canada raised a hand in greeting, Russia nodded slightly.

"Shall I wake England-kun?" Asked the black-haired.

Canada shook his head. "Let him sleep. He deserves some rest..." The Japanese nodded.

"You can also go to sleep again, da?" Suggested Russia before.

Japan looked silently over to them and seemed to think, but then he nodded and left. Canada, meanwhile, went to the fridge to get some sandwiches. He took out the cheese and would cut off a piece of it.
As he slid the knife through the good piece, suddenly an image flashed through his mind.

"Ouch!" The knife clattered to the floor.

"What's the matter, little country?"

"Nothing ..." hissed the Canadian and held his bleeding finger. "Its just my finger..."

He bent down to pick up the knife. His eyes were glued to the bare metal. What had that been now? A Memory?
He shook his head, put the cutter on the kitchen counter and went to the medicine cabinet to get a patch.
The view of the Russian stuck all the time aware of it.

"Are you coming?" Canada asked, gesturing toward the living room. He wanted to get out of the kitchen where ever appeared these images and confused him.

Russia followed him in silence. The two nations sat on a couch. The Canadian had turned on the TV and watched fairly closely this event on the screen, while he looked eating on his breakfast.
Suddenly he stopped. He didn't know why, but the program was at once his full attention. A documentary about polar bears? What fascinated him from so? Was this all day so full of deja vu?
An image crept into his thoughts. The image of a bear cub who was staring at him from dark round eyes. Suddenly his face and blood splattered split all his thoughts. From him grinning at his own face.

"Small country, da?"

Canada was startled. "What?"

"You looked weirdly?" Russia looked at him.

Canada shook his head to clear the image. He stood up and turned off the TV. Uncomfortable silence settled over the house.

'I'm fine..." the Canadian whispered, more to himself than to Russia.

He wanted to bring his plate into the kitchen quickly, but at the door muc trophies and medals that were lined up close on a shelf. Where did he get that again? From hockey?
Again streamed images on a Canadian.
Blood Smeared metal. A dull thud as he slipped a little out of hand. His own red hands. The shocked face of a familiar person. Who is this?

"Do you know what happened?"

Before Canada was really lost in his mind about the question, he nodded slightly. The bestial grin returned and brought a storm of memories with him.

Canada screamed in horror as all the flooded his head. Dimly he heard voices distorted beside him, felt like we shook him, but he only saw his memories in fast pass. So fast that he could hardly follow them. Years. Decades. Centuries of his life.

"Do you want to remember?"

"Do... it stop...!" He pleaded in. His second half grinning only.

"Without memories you're useless~"

The Canadian went black.