Murdertalia (Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

England casted a glance at the nations surrounding him. France, Canada, Russia, China, Italy, Japan, Spain... Where was Romano and America? They were supposed to be here about fifteen minutes ago! England looked up as America walked in, not saying a word. The Brit found this strange, as the blonde would usually run in yelling something like, "YO, SORRY I'M LATE, BUT THESE BURGERS WERE HALF OFF, I COULDN'T SAY NO!" But he simply just walked in with his hands in his pockets. The other nations seemed to take no notice, which slightly frustrated England.

'Calm down, Arthur. They don't know what's going on, you can't get mad at them,' England thought to himself.

America sat his seat, glancing at everyone.

"Alfred."

"Yo?" America looked at England.

"Why are you late?"

"Uh... My car broke down."

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure."

The blondes walked into the next room, and England held a sword inches away from America's nose. His blue eyes widened as he stepped back, a startled yelp escaping his throat. England did his best not to smile as he knew he had the American pinned. 

"One move, and you're dead. Now. Who all is dead? Who did you kill?" England demanded, staring into his blue eyes fiercely.

"I killed no one! I don't know what you're talking about! Artie, please put the sword down!" America pleaded.

"Not if you don't tell me who is dead."

"Well, who do you know that's dead?"

England stepped back slightly in surprise from the sudden surprise. then it dawned on him: There were still other countries out there. They were probably already killed... And he couldn't have helped them. He didn't get there on time to help them.

"How many is dead?" England's glare burned into America's eyes, but the younger blonde didn't seem to care at all.

"Well, you know that Ludwig is dead. And so is Alfred. Alfred was the first to die, actually. Ivan's growing weaker, it should be easy to take him soon. We also took Austria, Norway, Australia, and we're working on taking Lovino. He's sleeping.... But in our world. He'll die soon," America explained.

"Why are you doing this?" England asked, growling.

"Because people need to learn about murder." 

"We know plenty about murder. What more do we need to know?!"

"Everything."

America flashed a grin and grabbed England's wrist, twisting it so much that England's arm nearly broke when he was flipped over America's back. Hissing in pain, England swiped at America's feet, causing him to fall over. England sat on America's legs and drove his sword through the younger blonde's heart, the black smoke pouring out of the wound, just as it had with Germany. The body dissolved, and England walked back into the other room.

"Where's Alfred?" Canada asked quietly, only to be not noticed.

"Where's Alfred?" France asked for poor Canada.

"I'm afraid he's.... Dead..." England said sadly.

Canada buried his face in Kumajiro's head, trying to hide the tears that were welling in his eyes. Everyone's eyes widened, except for Russia's, who were closed.

"Ivan!!" England yelled loudly, "You can't sleep!! It'll kill you!! You too, Feliciano!"

Italy's eyes opened when he lifted his head, but Russia's eyes remained shut. Everyone swarmed to wake him, but he wouldn't wake up. America's words swirled in England's head.

Ivan's growing weaker, it should be easy to take him soon.  

"His pulse is weak!" China called out.

"We were too late... He'll be dead soon," England shook his head.

Everyone hung their heads in shame. Now they couldn't sleep, and had to constantly keep their guard up to anyone who seemed out of place.

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Russia looked up and looked around. It was pitch black, except for himself, as there was a single beam of light shining on him. He tried to move his arms, but found that they were chained to a stone wall above him. His feet were also chained to the wall, so he was stuck against the wall. He noticed that he was shirtless, and grew curious of why. He saw someone walking towards him, and when they stepped into the light, that person looked exactly like him. He tried asking questions, but found he couldn't because there was tape over his mouth.

"Hello Ivan. Glad you could die today."

The person sliced from Russia's chest down to his lower stomach. The Russian let out a muffled scream of pain, shaking his head wildly and trying to break the chains. Unknown put his hand through the slice in Russia's stomach and ripped out his stomach. Tears of pain ran down Russia's cheeks as he squirmed. Unknown continued to dissect Russia alive until he grew bored and ripped Russia's heart out. He walked away with Russia's heart in his hand, leaving the torn and bloody body of Russia chained to the wall.