This Is Just Between Us

The blood is on my hands

America pov
(art by my pumpkin crowsong on YouTube, Tumblr, and Wattpad {Rainbowstar772} )

It's been a few hours and Russia has fully calmed down, we were drinking a bit on my bed while being snuggled up chatting.
But then I got a phone call from Canada... since when did she just call me without texting first?
I answer up and put it on speaker.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM PERU YOU MONSTER"
Is that Mexico?
Canada:"Ok America, I don't have time to explain on the phone so just get over here. Now."
Then she hung up.
I got up and grabbed Russia by the hand.
America:"Russia. We need to go."
He looked confused but nodded.
We ran out and got into the car, he was going to buckle but I floored it.
Russia:"AMERICA THE SPEED LIMIT-"
America"IT'S AN EMERGENCY! I heard Mexico telling someone to get away from Peru."
Russia blinked as I hit a hard left turn.
Russia:"It's highschool all over again Jesus-"
Once we got to Mexico's house I kicked the door open and saw Mexico, dress soaked in blood with her hands covered in the stuff.
She looks traumatized and completely out of it.
Mexico:"Tanta sangre... está sobre mí... mi vestido, mis manos, mi cara, está en el suelo, su cabeza, la botella que sostenía...(So much blood... it's on me... my dress, my hands, my face, it's on the floor, his head, the bottle I held...)"
Her voice was shaky and emotionless, I can tell something was horribly wrong.
America:"WHAT HAPPENED?!"
Mexico:"América... Acabo de matar a alguien.(America.... I just killed someone. )"
America:"What...."
Mexico:"¡NO QUISE HACERLO! Quería la custodia del Perú y... y agarré una botella... le di con ella en la cabeza. Entonces lo vi caer al suelo... desangrando... se salpicó...(I DIDN'T MEAN TO! He wanted custody of Peru and... and I grabbed a bottle... I hit him in the head with it. Then I saw him drop to the ground... bleeding out... it splattered.... )"
She seemed to snap out of it for a second looking at me before looking at whatever she was looking at originally and going back to her empty and traumatized stare
America:"Mexico I understand...I just.... How did you not notice how hard you hit him..."
Canada:"It was blind rage! He was getting too close to her as well..."
Mexico:"Fue un accidente.... No quise golpearlo tan fuerte... está muerto y es mi culpa....(It was an accident.... I didn't mean to hit so hard... he's dead and it's my fault...)"
I notice Russia walk over there a take a look.
He hummed, I can't see what he's looking at so I went over to take a look.
IS THAT SPAIN?! HOLY SHIT! His head is bashed in!
Russia:"It doesn't look like intentional murder thankfully, all we need to do is make it look like self defense. Like he attacked you.... Canada, go beat Mexico to the point it looks like self defense. Then Mexico calls the police and we act like we just arrived to comfort her."
Mexico:"That's.... That's actually not a bad idea! Wait.... Why do you care if I get in trouble?"
Mexico perked up at that and it seems she's a bit more stable right now.
Russia:"America cares about you and you're actually pretty cool."
America"Alright Canada go take Mexico to a room and beat her, Russia and I will figure out what to do with Peru."
Mexico nodded and ran off with Canada as Russia and I searched the house for Peru.
Poor kid, he's only 12 and probably witnessed his own sister kill their father.
We found him being comforted by Argentina.
Argentina:"America? Russia? What're you doing here?"
Russia:"America was called over and he took me with, Canada called, panicked and we sure know why now. Spain... he's not coming back. Canada is beating Mexico to the point the death looks like self defense."
Peru:"Daddy.... He's gone...."

Russia pov

I look at Peru's scared face, eyes puffy...
Russia:"Daddy wasn't the best person... he hurt many, it's for the best ok?"
America looked like he was about to say something but was cut off with the gentle voice of the 12 year old.
Peru:"He was bad...."
I nodded and got on my knees to get somewhat on his level.
Russia:"Come here... I have a few tips you could use to help in this dark time due to a late parent."
He sniffed and walked over to me.
Peru:"What's a late parent?"
Russia:"Not just a parent, when someone is referred to as 'late' they mean the person is dead."
I said standing up and offering my hand which he took.
I walked out of the room with him and sat in the bathroom with him.
I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and brought him to the body.
Russia:"Just look. You can cry, it's fine. You just need to let it sit in, let the death you witnessed and the body sink in."
And he did, he watched the small stream of blood still flowing.
Russia:"You feeling slightly calm?"
Peru:"Daddy's gone... daddy isn't coming back..."
Russia:"Daddy is gone, and we know that. But you're not going to want that now are you?"
He shook his head.
Russia:"Felt the same when I saw my mom get killed, was a bit younger than you at the time."
Peru:"You watched your mommy die?"
Russia:"She was kidnapped and we had to pay to free her, but we didn't have the money. So we went to save her, but it was too late... I was told to stay behind by my father but I did listen and I saw her get shot....."
I feel Peru hug my leg.
I smile and ruffle his hair.
Russia:"Death is a horrid thing, it takes one to heaven, it takes one to hell. It breaks one down and drags their mental state on the ground. You feel chained down."
He nods his head.
Peru:"He was a bad man but I feel sad.... But also empty...."
Russia:"Bad people are still loved by some. So when they're dead, they're sad but not as much as you would be with a good and loving person."
Peru:"Was your mommy a bad person?"
Russia:"In a way, yes. She killed, skinned, dismembered, and ate people, she was a cannibal in short. But she was also sweet with tough love and a brave heart!"
Peru:"I'm not that sad anymore..."
Russia:"You're not scared anymore, times like this, fear and sadness are almost the same..."
Peru:"How long does it last?"
Russia:"How long does what last?"
Peru:"This feeling?"
Russia:"Forever, it's never ending, but eventually you just push it deep down with a few bottles of alcohol, violence, a child you can't take care of, and semi suicidal depression."
Peru:"Is that what happened to you?"
Russia:"Much worse... try not to be like me. Hold your chin high, be glad you're in a non abusive household, smile at your older sisters for caring enough about you that they'd go this far to protect you... Especially Mexico, remember that every bad day ends and every good day starts, look at the world and be thankful that you have friends and family there by your side whenever you need."
Peru nodded and held his chin high before looking at me again.
Peru:"Is your past really bad? Is that why you're telling me this stuff?"
Russia:"Yes... a lot of stuff happened when I was a kid and it really fucked me up haha! But I'm also trying to help you deal with the death of someone you care about."
I hummed and continued to look at Spain's dead body.
Russia:"Come on, your eldest sister had her best friend hurt her so what she did would look like self defense. Let's take you back to Argentina, ok?"
Peru:"Alright!"
I smiled and took him back to his sister and walked out and noticed America was in an area that'd be good for listening in on conversations.
Russia:"You heard all that huh?"
America:"You're still grieving..."
Russia:"I've accepted her death, I'm never going to get over it though... I was a Mama's boy and loved her dearly. It's why it took me so long to get here, I'm 21, I was 9. It took me 12 land person years to finally accept her death, 72 human years... that's 37,843,200 minutes that I cried over her death."
He put a hand on my shoulder and I sighed.
Russia:"Looks like Mexico called 911 let's get in formation."
I said walking to the living room with America, Canada and Mexico trailing behind.
Mexico was beaten pretty badly and is bleeding from an area extremely close to where one stab could cause death.
Canada:"I'll have to do Peru and Argentina as well."
Russia:"DON'T HARM THE KID! I'll just tell him to hit head so it's bruised and tell him to look passed out. He's very young and could die..."
Canada sighed and nodded.
I went upstairs to Peru.
Russia:"Hey buddy... we need you to look hurt so I'm going to need you to bruise your head and lay on the ground to take a nap ok?"
He nodded and bashed his head so hard into the wall it cracked... he was a bit dizzy afterwards but did take a nap on the floor.
I walk back downstairs and see America with gloves putting a knife in Spain's dead hand before tossing it on the floor.
Russia:"Perfect set up, now all we have to do is get into formation."
This isn't going to be pretty... but it's for Mexico.
She's America's friend, therefore I'm going to help her whenever she needs help.
Soon the cops came in and we all acted panicked.
Thank god I'm friends with Indonesia!
I sometimes wonder how I got here....