Canadian Killer

Chapter 20

"As you know ..." the German began. "We haven't heard anything since the incident with England about two weeks ago. Some of us suspect it would've been China. In this case, we have nothing to fear.
Others are of the opinion that the murderer would have given up after the last stop.
Others say that he is only planning his next steps.
Whatever it may be. We don't know who it is or was, and so far we can't feel safe."

"What shall we do now?" Asked Spain sulkily.

Germany sighed. "We're left with nothing but setting the murderer a trap. Offering him an opportunity."

The Spaniard snorted surprised. "But if we assume that the killer could be sitting among us here, he would know anyway that it's a trap, amigo!"

"Every nation in the world that has brains will know it's a trap ..." murmured the German.

Before Spain could ask again, England spoke.

"I put myself as a victim available!"

Astonished murmur went through the ranks.

"The killer wants me! Should he get me! I will be from now on guard, nor otherwise protected. This is the opportunity for the killer! If he wants me, he'll take me! "

"But what's the point when you die, England?" asked Italy scared. "Then you're dead and we still don't know who it is?"

The Brit sighed. "I will of course try to survive. I hope I can see the killer before I die, perhaps even survive and can present it to you. Otherwise, we must rely on the baseless hope that I was the last victim on his list, and then it's over..."

"England ..." Prussia muttered in surprise. "Why do you want to do that?"

The Brit smiled wryly. "I don't want it! I don't want to die! But even less I want this forever going on... I don't do it for me, but for the world."

Canada was able to hide a devil grin from his face. Do you seriously think I will make it that easy for you?
At the moment he followed another aim.
He glanced at the ash-blond and scarf owner of today's conference hall. Russia looked at him with cold eyes.
Canada cursed him inside.
Sooner or later he would have been off anyway! Now just earlier! He is a threat! He knows it!

Canada's eyes glowed reddish on and he blinked rapidly to hide it. He had to kill Russia. It would be difficult, but he had to do it.
The Russian, who had made him feel like he was the second largest nation behind him. Who had harassed him. He hated it! And now he endangered even his revenge!

"Our meeting is finish for today." Said Germany. "The next time we meet ..."

Canada heard off. He had to devise a plan. Here and now, the best opportunity Russia was off.
He would do it!

Russia's POV

After the conference, a nation left for the other. The Russian air was just getting used to.
After the house was empty the ash-blond sighed this easier. He hated these meetings. Too many people around him, he had a horror. These meetings brought nothing but strife and noise anyway. The problems of small countries didn't interest him, especially not that of the British. He pursued his own ideas.

He needed fresh air!

Wearily, he strode into the hall of his house and came together with Lithuania.

"Oh, Russia." Said the frightened little. "You want to go again?"

The ash blonde nodded. "For dinner I'm back, da."

He left the big house.

Deep in thought the Russian marched through the deep snow of the nearby forest. He sniffed the icy air and thought longingly at a field full of sunflowers.
With a touch of the wild icy cold General appeared beside him.

"You are persecuted, small Russia." Breathed the icy rough voice.

"I know, because ..." Russia had the shadowy figure who followed him, noticed long ago. "We want to see what happens, da?"

A smile spread across his face. Bizarrely, it seemed just as childlike and innocent as brutal and cold-hearted.

At this moment, Russia realized a sharp pain in his back. He slowly turned around. His violet eyes flashing.
Barely five feet from him stood a fair young man who was glaring at him from empty eyes.

"Little Canada...you are really.."

The Canadian had a knife in his hand. The counterpart put a little under Russia's left shoulder blade. On Canada's belt were still four more.

"I'm here to stop you betraying me, Russia. I will kill you! "

"I expect nothing less from you, da~" whispered the ash blonde.

Canada threw the second knife and pulled out immediately two new ones. The blade was buried in the Russian's shoulder, but he didn't even flinch.
Furious tossed Canada another knife on him. It flew past. The next began from Russia to the arm.

"Da~ Little Canada. Why you throw your weapons away? What do you do when you have no weapons and I'm not dead yet? "

The Canadian hissed angrily, glaring at the Russian with disgust in his eyes. He came slowly toward Canada.

"You gave yourself your second half, da?"

Canada stepped back and threw another knife after the Russian.
Now he had only one.
Russia walked on unmoved until he stood directly in front of the Canadian. Angry glared at him from the reddish eyes.

"I will take revenge on you ...!"

Russia shook his head. "You can't manage, second Canada, da!"

This cold response made the Canadian angry. The cold blade penetrated deep into the flesh of his opponent, but the Russian read it show. The childlike smile didn't disappear.
Canada hissed in anger. He did it again! He humiliated me!

"What are you doing now, small country?" Grinned Russia.

Full of anger Canada pulled the knife in Russia's belly. Russia, however, seized with ease the foot of his opponent and cast him into the snow. Cursing Canada came to his feet.
In the hands of the ash-blond were shining metal. He held his typical weapon in the air.
"Get some sleep, second Canada, da?"

Pain exploded on Canada's head and he fell unconscious in the snow.
He had failed.

Was destroyed.

Russia ended his revenge.