Murdertalia (Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Canada knocked on America's door. He waited for a few minutes, then knocked again.

"He should be awake, he's always up by now," Canada commented, looking at France.

"What are we doing at this idiot's house again, anyway?"

"He wanted us to stop by before we went to the meeting. He never sleeps in this late, unless he was doing something all night."

"Ohonhonhonhonhon!~"

Canada sighed and tried opening the door. It swung right open, and he was staring down the barrel of America's pistol.

"A-Alfred! It's me, Matthew!" he stuttered, panic racing through his veins.

"Mehahahahahah! You should've seen your faces!" America laughed, putting his gun down.

"Bonjour..." France started, "Are you okay? Your clothes are messed up and your hair looks like a rat's nest."

"F-" America twitched slightly, "Fine. Come on in, I found something cool to show you."

The three blondes walked into the house, and America led them to his storage room. Out of the corner of his eye, Canada saw something dark flash out the open window. Nobody said anything, so he concluded it as his mind playing tricks on him.

"Where is it?! It was right here!!" America exclaimed.

"We should probably get to the meeting," France said quietly.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go," America walked out of his house with the other two.

~

Germany woke up and struggled to get out of his sitting position on the ground. He looked down and realized that he was tied up in thick ropes.

"Oh, you're awake."

"Who is that? Who's there? Show yourself!" he stared in the shadows.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Nein, obviously not, Dummköpfe."

"We want to teach your friends some new vocabulary."

"...What?"

"Words like murder."

An antique-like knife flew out from the shadows and lodged itself in his chest. His eyes widened and blood splattered everywhere on the ground around him. He coughed up blood as pain shot though his whole body.

"And insanity."

Another knife shot into his lower back.

"And death."

A knife sliced his throat. Blood was everywhere as Germany tried to breath, but every breath was painful and the blood flowing up his throat was making it extremely difficult.

"So, thank you for helping us. You may rest now."

Germany barely even had any time to try and say anything- or even close his eyes- before he took his last breath, and fell to his side.

~

"Feli, don't you think that Ludwig is acting rather strange?" Japan looked at Italy.

"Not really, he's just cheering up!"

"He's acting... Very strange. He won't stop smiling. Ludwig rarely smiles."

"But... He probably just got really happy today..."

"I don't know..." Japan looked at Germany, who was looking at flowers, "But I'm going to find out what's going on."