A Brother's Bond - CanAme Countryhumans Fanfic

Chapter 10 - Odd Encounter

TW: sexual content, gore, and violence 

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Canada loomed over America as he slept, watching as his chest peacefully rose and fell. If only he knew that a murderer was watching over him. Canada took America's phone off his nightstand where he usually left it and sat on the foot of the bed. He moved a piece of hair out of America's face and smiled warmly. He returned his attention back to the phone and unlocked the password easily, this wasn't his first rodeo. 

Canada searched the phone, aimlessly scrolling through photos and such until he went onto America's texts. Canada saw, to his surprise, Russia was the last person he texted. Canada was about to click on the conversation but before he could, someone interrupted his actions. 

A whimper from America. 

"Must be having a nightmare." Canada thought, as he put down the phone and came close to America's sleeping face. He petted the striped country's hair and gave a kiss on the cheek. Canada stared into America's face, admiring every stripe and star. He unconsciously went closer to America's face and gave a light peck on the lips but it soon turned more passionate as Canada trailed his kisses down to America's neck. America let out a soft grumble and shifted his head, leaving his neck more exposed to Canada. Canada licked his lips and nibbled slightly on the neck. America shifted in bed again and let out a small moan. 

Canada shot up and stopped what he was doing, at this rate America would wake up soon if he continued. Canada sighed and put the phone back on the nightstand, he'll do this some other time. Right now he just needs to fix his "problem" somewhere else. Canada got up and tiptoed out of the room and closed the door. 

Once the door closed, however, America opened one eye. He was awake the entire time. 

"America? America!" America snapped out of his thoughts, thinking back on last night. How he could still feel Canada's ghostly touch on him. 

"Hm? Oh, sorry I was just spacing out. What did you want?" America was at the gym, running on the treadmill next to South Korea, his gym buddy. 

"You just looked out of it, sorry dude. I'm heading out, see you next week at the meeting." South Korea threw a towel on his back and put a hand on America's wrist. "Hey... Be careful out there. There's been a lot of bad stuff happening recently and I don't want you hurt. Okay?" 

America smiled and ruffled the smaller country's hair, "you got it! You too, you're like a brother to me." America gave a smile and South Korea parted ways with him. Leaving America alone. 

America turned the speed up on the treadmill and started jogging. He needed to think for a bit. He admits, he could have stopped Canada last night, but he didn't. He hated to say it, but, he liked it. America tried to reason with himself "he's not related to me so it's not as bad, right? Besides, we knew each other before we were even step siblings." America stuck to that defense, wether it was because he was content with that answer or he just wanted to put his moral dilemma to rest. America put his hand over his neck where Canada had bit on, if he focused enough, he could feel where he nibbled on it. Just the memory of it made America shiver in delight. He hated how he wanted more, wanted to be touched by Canada's hands. 

"I truly am sick." America mumbled while increasing the speed once again on his treadmill. Every odd thing Canada has every done made America see him in a different light. The kiss in the kitchen, the comment in the coffee shop... America could feel himself getting warmer. Had Canada always sent him hints like that? Or was that actually just a mistake like Canada said? Did Canada even know what he was doing when he was kissing his neck? America shook his head in frustration, too many questions left unanswered. America stopped the treadmill and put his hands on his knees. He tried to catch his breath while beads of sweat ran down his forehead. 

Maybe he should confront Canada? 

America went home afterwards and showered. He still couldn't get that Canadian out of his head. He had so many questions. 

While America was debating with himself, Canada had other plans. Canada walked into his basement and saw both countries asleep. He went over to Malaysia and touched his body, cold. 

"Must have died of the wound." Canada muttered while moving Malaysia's limp arms to inspect the wound. It was a bad one, pierced right into his stomach. "Im surprised he lived as long as he did." Canada then went over to Philippines and touched her head, alive. 

Philippines awoke to the touch, her golden eyes opening to see her captor. She tried to scream and run, but her ropes tied around her legs and the shirt tied around her mouth prevented her to do so. Her eyes pricked with tears. Canada grabbed her by her hair and held her up to his face level. 

"You're dirt underneath me." Canada smirked at her before abruptly dropping her to the ground, making a loud thud. Philippines let out a muffled groan of pain as Canada put his foot on her head, threatening to put force on her. "You follow the herd, you're a nobody who's not fit for him." Canada pushed on her head. Philippines sobbed as Canada just watched her with no expression on his face. 

"He made realize something. Something you could never comprehend." Canada continued, "He taught me to never be afraid... do what I want to do." Canada squashed on Philippines head more. 

"You could never love him the way I do... Know him the way I do." Canada removed the pressure off Philippines head. "He's everything I need. Everything I desire..." Canada walked over to a workbench with tools hung up on the wall. 

"I've been in the shadows for so long. Watching... but now, I have the stage." Canada turned to Philippines. Her eyes widened as the unstable man held a large saw."I've always wanted a lab rat. You know? You'd would be a great fit." Philippines screamed in agony as Canada sawed her left arm, making a bloody mess on the cold, hard floor. "It's amazing how long a country's body can go with severe injuries." 

Canada sawed the entire arm up and held it up in the air with glee, inspecting it with curiosity. "Don't worry though, I won't let you die so easily." Canada threw the arm on the floor and went back to his workbench, yanking out some disinfectant and bandages. 

He wrapped what was left of Philippines arm with the disinfectant and bandaged it up. Once he got up and rubbed some blood off his hands and onto his shirt, he got a notification on his phone. "Duty calls, I'll find something for you to eat tomorrow perhaps." Canada left up the stairs, leaving a confused, scared, and injured Philippines on the unforgiving basement floor. 

Canada watched as the blood on his hands washed down the drain, he found comfort in watching the liquid. He dried his hands and took his phone out, it was a missed phone call from America. Canada happily redialed, and America picked up. 

"Hello? Do you need anything, America?" Canada sat on the couch and kicked his feet like a schoolgirl would when talking to her crush.

"I..." America paused, "would you like to come over? To just hang out? We can watch this new show if you want?" America lied, the real reason he wanted Canada to come over was just to talk to him about last night. 

"Oh, really? Of course! I'd love too!" Canada happily said, while still having blood soaked clothes. He could tell America was a bit nervous, but he'll have to ask about that later. 

"Come over in like 30 minutes? Is that okay?" America asked. Canada agreed and they ended the call. 

America sighed and sulked down onto the floor, hopefully he can get some answers. 

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Will Canada's secret be revealed? There also may or may not be a big murder string in the next chapter or two.... I wonder who's next? Next chapter might get a bit spicy too... 

Also, sorry if there's any errors grammar or word wise, English is not my first language.

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