TW: kidnapping, gore (?)
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Russia fixed his ushanka in the car using the window reflection, he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. A car pulled up next to him in the parking lot and America got out of it, the man who Russia was here for. Russia got out of his old car and greeted the smaller country.
"Ready to go in?" Russia asked while leading them both into the restaurant. The two were sat at a table and the waiter took their drink orders and left.
"So, what's been going on with you?" America asked, he had to rush home after meeting with Canada to get ready to go on this hang out.
"Nothing too bad... my siblings are as annoying as ever!" Russia chuckled while watching America give a big smile. Russia and USA had recently become close friends despite what happened in the past. "What about you?"
America shifted uncomfortably in his seat with this question. He hesitated before speaking, "Well... Japan ran away without warning, China died, and Mexico doesn't want anything to do with me." America sighed and twiddled his thumbs, "Me and Mexico were actually friends with benefits, but we were actually getting kinda close. So much so I was planning to actually ask if we could officially be together with a gift but, it seems he didn't think the same." America looked down, unintentionally having his sunglasses move down the bridge of his nose, letting Russia see his mixed colored eyes.
Russia grabbed Americas shoulder from across the table, making America jolt up. "Hey, don't let some dumb boy mess with you. He clearly just can't see what he's missing. Besides, you always got me, don't you?" This was one of the rare times Russia shows his sweeter side openly to America. Usually he'll have a deadpan face while saying something that meant the other.
America smiled warmly and lifted his glasses back onto his face. He put his own hand on Russia's hand, that was still on his shoulder. Russia rose a bit in temperature at America's soft touch. "You're right. I should just forget him." America and Russia stayed like that for a minute, staring at each other with America's hand still on Russia's.
"A soda and a tea?" The waiter interrupted their staring session. "Anything to eat?" The two ordered their food and the rest of their conversations were normal. However, there was still a sense of longing. As if each one was holding back what they really wanted to say to the other.
Canada, however, was dealing with a different issue.
Canada walked around the perimeter of the house and found a basement window. As quietly as he could, he broke the window and crawled inside. The basement was cold and slightly damp. Canada pushed a box out of the way and walked up a staircase to what he assumed was the door to the rest of the house. He cautiously creaked the door open and saw Philippines, all by herself, chopping up carrots for a meal. She was humming to herself and Malaysia walked up behind her.
"I'm going to head outside, I think I heard something crash." Malaysia said before leaving out the backdoor. Canada swallowed his own fears and counted.
"3... 2... 1." Canada stomped his foot against the wooden staircase, alerting Philippines. She turned around and walked towards the basement door. Canada quickly rushed down the staircase and hid under it, waiting.
"Hello..?" Philippines mumbled, she hesitantly walked down the staircase and descended more into the dark abyss. Canada watched as Philippines feet were right at the step he wanted, then, he grabbed Philippines leg. She yelped and tried to free herself but Canada wasn't letting go. He took out a pocket knife and stabbed her in the leg, leaving her immobilized enough so that Canada could rush up to where her body laid. He got on top of her and tied her hands. He ripped part of her own shirt off and used it to tie it around her mouth. He finally tied her feet up and left her on the staircase. He still had someone else to deal with.
Malaysia closed the backdoor, "Phil? Phil! Has your basement window always been broken? I heard some noise. Are you okay?" Canada watched from the basement door once more as Malaysia sat himself on top of the kitchen counter and sighed. Within a seconds time, Canada spring into action and powered over Malaysia, Malaysia struggled as Canada held Malaysia's hands firmly under his own. Canada used his free hand to use his pocket knife and stab Malaysia in the chest. Malaysia gasped and coughed up blood, he keeled over and fell to the floor in the fetal position. Canada went back to the basement and grabbed the rope. He did the same he did with Philippines and looked over at his hard work. Maybe he should enjoy himself tonight as a treat.
Canada picked up Malaysia's body and tossed him into the trunk of his car, by now Malaysia was passed out. Philippines, however, was still trying to escape but to no avail. Canada picked her up by the collar of her shirt and dragged her to his car and tossed her into the trunk as well. He slammed the trunk door shut and drove home with a job well done. He admits though, Malaysia looked a lot like America but Malaysia was a lot shorter and had different hair. The stripes... Canada could look at those stripes forever. Canada smiled dreamily while just thinking about it, counting America's stripes one by one.
Canada arrived home and took the bodies. He carried them into his own basement and locked the basement door. He would have done more but he needs to do his last task for tonight.
Canada watched from behind a wall as America got out of his car, 2 hours later than he usually is home. Certainly odd to Canada, who knew America's schedule like the back of his hand. Another odd thing was that America was... happy? Canada expected America to mope around not smile while texting... which was another odd thing.
"Could he have gone out while I was unaware?" Canada thought to himself as America unlocked his front door and went inside his own home.
Canada stood outside for awhile, thinking of what must have happened to cause this change of emotion. He waited until America's bedroom light was turned off before using a spare key under the welcome mat to unlock the door to the house.
He was definitely going to get to the bottom of this.
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Next chapter may be... more bloody. That's all I'll say for now.
Word count: 1,126
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A Brother's Bond - CanAme Countryhumans Fanfic
Fanfiction- Heavily inspired off Brotherly love NOT by kimoco44 so go check that book out - Canada had always been close to his step brother, USA. Some might say he just depended on his big brother but what if this "love" was really just a twisted obsession...
