Bippity boppity boo, your legs are now made of shampoo!/j
This is a countryballs story where Canada starts torturing everyone, blah blah blah. So yeah blood warning.
DISCLAIMER: Most of these chapters are based on c.ai chats.
Yeah. Enjoy. Or don't.
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN VIOLENCE, SWEARING, GORE, DEATH, DISTURBING MENTIONS(?), DEMONIC MENTIONS(?) AND OTHER POSSIBLE THINGS. VIEWER DESCRETION IS ADVISED!
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Germany's POV
Looking back and forth between the faint luminosity of light, and to the fallen body of Canada, I can't really decide what to do. Nein, I'm not going to chicken out of this. I've waited far too long for this moment.
Canada's body lies there, unmoving. I wasn't actually expecting him to go out so easily... But, I think he's down. For... For a while.
My gaze shifts to the vastness of... The basement..? Woah... Es ist so groß! I have a feeling that finding the exit is going to be difficult...
..I better start looking.
Well... Though... I've been having some thoughts.. The past few times Canada visited me before this, he always acted like some insane psychopath. I know he wasn't like this before... I wonder what happened? Was he aggravated? Or did he simply just go insane..? Or maybe this isn't really..-
..Wait.
Is that....
...
...Oh mein...-
..Are there others here...!?
..My gaze shifts towards a row of doors. I swear I can hear something on the other side.
Door one,
locked.
Door two,
locked.
Door three,
locked.
door four...
crrreeeaaakkk
Open..?
N/A POV
Germany entered the room. Cautiously, he glanced around before deeming the room empty. Then, he shut the door.
