Sweet Little Games

Chp. 2

Meanwhile America was fast asleep on England's shoulder. His face was like a baby's, adorable and innocent, to bad a precious one had to be born into this lifestyle. They were sitting against a tree not far off from a cliffs edge as the sun was going down.

England was lost in thought tell he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind that made him jump. "Hello, Do you mind telling me which way is north?" The voice was sweet yet not at the same time, and a faint smell of firewood trailed from their person. "Its that way" England replied as he pointed the direction not once looking to see who it was.

"Im afraid your wrong..... Its that way..." A pair of hands then grabbed Englands forehead and underneath his chin but before this person could twist his head causing a fast and painless death he pushed the sleeping america off and into a bush, flipped the person over his shoulder and stood up all in one swift motion.

"Finland?!? Oh dear, He cant be too far off now..." With that said England ran but not far as a body stopped him from doing so, it was Sweden. "Oh bloody hell...." Sweden grabbed England and walked to the cliff edge "I hear your afraid of heights. Lets see if we can help you with that" he said as he plopped the eyebrowed freak as close to this shear drop as possible. Finland was holding something in his hands and didn't hesitate to use it on England.

America was of course sleeping through all of this but awoke to a gun shot that was close by. His eyes shot open and England was nowhere in sight, America started to panic and decided to go see where this sound came from. Once he did his sight was full of horror. Sweden and Finland were standing over a half-dead England who was trying to stop the blood from the bullet wound which was inflicted on the spot where the heart was. "To bad it had to end this way, but don't worry, your little lover with join you soon" Thats when it happened, Finland kicked England off the edge and he plummeted to his death.

America's heart shattered into a million pieces, his vision was getting blurry, hands started to shake. He couldn't take it but he knew that he couldn't win in a fight against these two so he quickly turned and ran before they saw him. He ran and ran tell his feet gave up on him and the ground met his face in a tumble.

The hour was twilight and America was crying his heart out "WHY! WHY HIM!" His yell was carried on the wind. The tears wouldn't stop and his vision wasn't even a sight anymore, everything around him was nothing. He had nothing in his life anymore, it didn't matter now if he lived or died, nothing did. Then something sparked inside of him. He was going to kill them, he was going to kill everyone but Finland would get the worst possible death imaginable to America. For he, wanted revenge.

The Thing was oh so pleased with 3 deaths in one day, these events where getting interesting but not interesting enough. The Thing needed more action, so thats what it did, it would create an event for the next day.