Trapped (A Hetalia Mystery Novel)

~Chapter Ten~

OMNISCIENT POV

"Fuck, damn it. . . " The man cursed to himself as he plucked out the bullet that was embedded in his skin.

The thick, scarlet liquid trickled down his pale skin. The night had been irritating yet fulfilling for him. He sighed as the last of adrenaline faded from his veins, leaving only the dull pain. He had to be honest, tonight's kills got him pumped. His previous murders had been too quick, too easy, and too boring for him.

"Well, not every criminal comes out unscathed. Unless they're inhuman." A sigh came out of his chapped lips, due to the cold air, as he stared at the crimson bullets he had plucked from his skin.

Germany, yes, he did expect the large man to be difficult to take down. France? He asked for it. If the Frenchman didn't plan to ambush him, the former would still be alive. But Romano? Well, he guessed it was his fault that he underestimated the Italian. But it doesn't matter anymore. What mattered was his main act was opening up.

And he was glad everyone joined the abittoir. Whether they decided to or not. No one escapes.

Unless they find one for themselves.

~At a different place~

"Hey guys, have you been hearing murders lately?" Wendy asked, creasing her eyebrows at the absurd news.

"Now that you mention it. I've been hearing bits and pieces from Mama. But I think he's avoiding the subject." Peter muttered, staring intently at the teal-colored butterfly perched quietly on his nose.

"I have. Apparently, some damn nations have been found fucking murdered by someone." Jason gruffed while leaning his back against the tree.

Upon hearing this, Marcello squinted at the beaming sun with worry and slight panic, "Has there? No one has-a mentioned it to me-a before. I-a don't think mio fratellos has told me-a yet either." He stated, staring at a pale yellow butterfly.

Staring down in misery, Raivis released a frustrated sigh, "I-I guess you g-guys already heard ab-about that." He muttered hugging his knees, trembling a bit.

The air stood still, and the sky hid behind the clouds as if it was also afraid that it would be next. The tension in the air was unpleasant, but none of them bothered to say anything. None of them had an idea what to say. Nations being simultaneously murdered was shock for them. Yes, they knew murders frequently happen. But we're talking about nations here.

Raivis had visited Peter, who seemed to be hanging with the rest of his "friends". He wanted to ask them about something peculiar but he couldn't find his voice to say it. His throat blocked the words he wanted to say. Almost as if warning him not to speak. Almost warning him to stay quiet. Or else he'd be next.

"I'm not really sure who died. I asked that jerk the other day if the murders were true. Apparently it was 'none my business!'." Peter quoted what Arthur said to him. "That jerk! I was only asking. Hey Jason, Did Alred say anything about the murders to you?"

The intimidating Mollosian stayed quiet for a while, something must be eating at his mind. Jason sighed as he recalled the little battle he had with American that refused to talk about the killings. But nevertheless, he got the Alfred to talk. Maybe he should tell them what he heard?

Wait what!? The Mollosian mentally punched himself for thinking such a thing. Sharing things!? It would make him look soft! Since when did he do things his friends asked him to do!?

Wait. FRIENDS!? When the hell did I consider them my fucking friends!? Jason thought frantically behind his dark sunglasses.

While the Mollosian kept to his thoughts. That left everyone else in their own thoughts. They didn't think someone would have the nerve to go around killing nations without a care in the world. The thought sickened them. But they decided to ignore the topic for the most part. They all sat quietly, bathing in the sunlight that covered Wy's garden.

"Hey guys. . . ?" Raivis muttered, gaining the other (micro)nations' attention. Feeling that he was suddenly put on the spotlight, he began to tremble slightly.

"Oh hurry up, would you? If you have something to say then spit it out." Erland groaned, Swedish accent thick, boredom enveloping him as he stard at the Pokemon cards in his pocket.

"There's something I need to ask you all . . . "

AMERICA'S POV

"Did you have to hit the puck so hard!? My nose feels like it just got run over by a damn train!" I whined to Matthew. Well, who wouldn't be in pain!? I took a puck to the nose!

"Not my fault. Your face was in the way. If it wasn't, we wouldn't go to a clinic. I guess it's partially my fault since my aim was off center." Matthew thought to himself, hiding the fact that his brother was in small pain. "I wonder if I aimed a bit higher and it smacked your forehead, would you be smarter or more stupid?" He smirked smugly.

And there it is. I should've figured that it takes a while until Mattie's hockey personality fades. Whenever he has his hockey game on, he seems like a passive bull, or maybe a beaver. Still acts normal, but will fuck shit up when provoked. Sometimes I get worried, but I'm not sure if it's for me or him.

". . . I will sue you."

"Of course you will. But I will take credit when you get smarter. Or at least say 'thank you'." Matthew reasoned poorly but quietly snorted.

"Right. Cause a diploma can help me recover from a concussion. Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." I laughed as a new subject implanted itself into my mind.

"Dude! Have you seen Deadpool yet!?" I grabbed my twin by the shoulders and shook him until I was sure that he could feel his teeth rattle in his head.

He shrugged off my hands from his shoulders then held his head before answering, "Yes, Alfred. I have seen Deadpool. Who hasn't seen Deadpool?"

I stared at him before saying, "People below eighteen, I guess?" Then another thought struck me.

"DUDE! WE SHOULD SEE CIVIL WAR TOGETHER!" I squealed, like a Japanese school girl as Kiku would put it.

"Shhh! Keep it down! You need to control your volume more! People will report us!"

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME STAY SILENT! IT HAS SPIDERMAN IN IT!"

OMNISCIENT POV

She felt weak. She hated being weak.

All she felt was the agonizing and burning sensation she felt on her side. How could she ever let her guard down? Maybe it was her overconfidence that made her think that she could survive with her skills. How could she have underestimated him?

No time for regrets.

The platinum blonde felt her eyelids get heavier with each step. The soft crunch of the snow under her boots seemed to be peaceful and calm. Almost luring her in, she almost felt her eyes close for good, but she didn't want to stop now. But the idea of the soft, fluffy and cold ground drained her motivation, she wanted to fall on the ground like a snowflake. She wanted to sleep, but she knew that if she were to sleep, she would never wake up again.

As she saw the porch of her beloved, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But time for her was running out. She was just a few feet away, but her body betrayed her.

Her knees buckled as fell to the ground, one hand still clutching the wound on her hand while the other clutched onto a small knife. Her vision was getting blurry, she couldn't tell the house from the snow anymore. Everything was fading as the blue eyed maiden's body fell limp to the frosted ground.

And in this unfortunate night, the Belorussian soldier had fallen.

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I bet you guys thought I was dead.

Are you guys interested in creepypasta? Cause I am. In fact, I'm making an OC story. I hope you will all check it out when it's published.