Don't Kill People Dammit!

Oh sick

The next day, my siblings aren't at school...

Which would've been ok, as long as my uncle didn't pick me up in the middle of class looking very somber.

But he did.

I swear, If one of my brothers is hurt... or... dead... I will kill my dad...

But apparently I didn't need to because he's actually the one who died.

"What happened?" I ask a police officer, looking at our house... half of it-the area where the dining room used to be- is burning. Apparently, my dad was in there... and didn't make it out alive.

"Not sure... Your dad has his brother England listed as the family member who'll take you five in his will... I'm sorry for your loss," The police officer said, patting my shoulder. I decided not to tell him I don't mind that he's gone all that much. I look over to see England holding the twins, and Britain wiping away Americas tears. Once the fire is tamed, and we're clear to go inside, we gather all the belongings we could salvage. Luckily, our rooms were mostly untouched, and my pet frog Pablo is safe. Some of our other uncles come over and help us move our stuff to England's house, which is only a short drive away from the school. By then, we get the news that it was an electrical fire... but I can't help but wonder if a certain neighbor of ours contributed to this...

A bit later in the day, we're all settled in at England's house (which is rather large. I suppose working as a therapist gets you a lot of money). Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. I answer to see France, Spain, Mexico, and Puerto Rico.

"Mexico told us your house caught fire... we wanted to check on you guys," Puerto Rico said. I nod and let them in, and everyone gives their friends hugs. Me and Mexico are standing off to the side, Mexico staring at me.

"... Are you waiting for me to accuse you?" I ask. 

"Kinda," Mexico said.

"Ok, why on earth did you kill my dad?" I ask.

"I actually didn't, I saw the house all burnt up when I got home, and figured you were probably with a close relative, so I got some people together to make you guys feel cared about," Mexico said, I stare at him skeptically. Mexico shrugged. "You don't have to believe me... I wish I came up with the whole 'murdering your dad' plot, but no," Mexico said. I sigh, and suddenly see Puerto Rico motion for me to go over to him. The twins begin to hang out with Mexico as I go over to talk to Puerto Rico.

"Hey, whats up?" I ask.

"I just need to warn you about Mex... because the two of you seem to be rather close now," Puerto Rico.

"Sick, what is it?" I ask.

"He isn't what he seems," PR said.

"Cool, cool, what do I gather from that?" I ask. PR stares at me for a moment.

"I mean he's actually out to get you," PR said.

"Fancy, in a sexy way? romantic? villainous? murderous? I need more context," I say.

"He's a psycho!" PR exclaimed.

"Not a medically diagnosed one, but sure, let's go with that, literally diagnosing someone despite the fact neither of us are trained professionals. Why does this concern me?" I ask. He stares at me in complete silence.

"Ok, fine, I'll tell you... He's legitimately soooo weird... Like, something has to be wrong with the guy... and... he never just... decides to be best friends with anyone! like, I know he's in my friend group, but he's still kinda a loner... I just... I'm worried he's only out to get you," PR said. I shrug.

"Ok, if he tries to kill me I'll be sure to kill him back, see ya," I say, walking away. I go back to Mexico and the two of us go to the guestroom I took for myself. Oddly enough, we just... talk. Like normal people. Heck, like good friends. Not about Ame, not about mental health, just about... life.

"I gotta thank you... I don't feel like I get to be myself a lot," Mexico said. I shrug.

"Well, yourself is cool, an myself enjoy yourself, and ourselves are friends," I say. Mexico smiled.

"Yeah... thank you," Mexico said.