Unbreakable bond - CanAme CountryHumans Fanfic (SEQUEL)

Chapter 2 - Stranger

TW: murder

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America tossed an egg on the pan to the other side. RusAme sat at the kitchen table, typing away on his phone and his feet kicking from under the table. America turned off the stove and plopped the egg on a plate. He sat the plate on the table for RusAme and rubbed a hand on his child's head. "I'm going to the gym and doing some errands. Dad should be back with groceries at around 5. Love ya." America grabbed his car keys off the counter and walked to the doorway. "Oh, and one more thing," America turned around to face RusAme, "stay inside. You don't know what kind of crazy people are around here." 

RusAme rolled his eyes, "yes dad..." his father left the house. RusAme never understood why his dad was so paranoid about him going anywhere by himself. Nothing bad has ever happened to him anyway. RusAme looked outside, it was a nice day out. RusAme ate his egg and got his phone and earbuds. He walked out of the house and decided to not lock the door, he would be back soon anyway. 

He walked to the park and sat on a bench that had the view of a pond. He popped in his earbuds and turned the volume up. He sat watching a group of ducks carelessly float on the water. Morning dew lightly covered the grass and birds chirped happily. Sunlight peeked from the woods behind the pond. He sighed and closed his eyes, bathing in nature. He sat in this tranquility and eventually lost the time. 

His stomach growled. He looked at his phone for the time, 3pm. "I better get home." He thought. He got up and started walking towards his house. A car drove down the road and quickly slowed, seemingly stalking the teen. RusAme looked over, a bit confused but shrugged it off, the driver was probably looking for something. He decided to listen to his music again, turning it on a high volume and trying to enjoy a peaceful walk back home. 

The car stopped silently, and a man got out of the car. One hand was holding a cloth. He slowly walked behind the teen, getting closer with every step. 

RusAme took out his earbuds and stopped. He felt uneasy, like something was very wrong. He turned around and saw a tall man approaching him. "Hey, kid!" The man finally came face to face with him. "Have you seen a pink little toy? My daughter lost it around here." RusAme studied the man. He looked normal, a maple leaf in the middle of his face and a calming smile. He was very tall and seemed very familiar. 

"Err... it might be around here somewhere. I was just at the park, and I didn't see anything." He noticed the man had a cloth in his hand, perhaps a shirt. He seemed like a normal guy, but RusAme still felt uneasy somehow. He brushed it off, but his father's warnings about talking to strangers echoed in his mind. 

"Hmm, maybe. Thanks for the help. By the way are you America's kid by chance?" 

RusAme perked up, "I am. Are you two friends?" 

"Yeah, we go way back! I was actually going to stop by today to say hi for a surprise visit! Is he here?" 

"No, he's at the gym currently. It was nice talking to you..." 

"Canada, Canada Ottawa. And you too." 

RusAme waved goodbye and walked again on his path. But he quickly stopped. A cold sweat dripped down his back, "wait, wasn't he that guy on the ne-" a cloth quickly draped over RusAme's mouth, and everything went black.

Canada opened the front door, surprisingly unlocked he thought. He dragged the teen's body inside and closed the door, locking it. He decided to look around. He noticed a note on the fridge, the handwriting was rough and choppy. 

"Coming back at 5. Clean litterbox and do laundry." Canada could tell it must have been Russia's writing, as he's been stalking America's social media and knows the family members of the household. He could also pick out America's handwriting from anyone else's. 

He saw a basement door from the living room. He decided to go inside it. It was full of boxes and dust, clearly no one had been down there for at least a year. He got out from the basement and to the upstairs. There were four rooms, one which was the bathroom, one was RusAme's room, a guest room, then the master bedroom. Canada walked back downstairs, he decided to explore later. 

He grabbed RusAme's unconscious body and brought him upstairs to his room. He sat his body on a blanket he found. He looked at the child for a second, contemplating what he was doing. However, his eyebrows furrowed as he realized what this child symbolized. He symbolized what he wanted, what he deserved. His love given to a different man, a man who was the bane of Canada's existence. A man who stole the only person who he had ever loved, appreciated, admired. Canada gritted his teeth together and took a pocketknife from his pocket. He plunged the knife into his chest. A stabbing frenzy started, continuing until there was nothing but a bloody pile on the floor. Canada got up and breathed heavily. A sickly smile etched onto his face and blood covered his face. He loved this feeling; he loved it all. 

Canada was elated, "oh god..." Canada looked at his masterpiece, "he's going to be so proud!" Canada tugged a phone out of the body's pocket and got on the contact labeled "Dad Rus". He typed out a quick message, "Hey dad, going to park soon probably won't be back until later." 

A response showed on screen, "Okay. Do your chores first." 

He put the phone in his own pocket and started searching for the litterbox to clean. 

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This book will dive more into sensitive content soon, again this isn't something to be reading if you can't handle these darker themes. 

Word count: 1,016