Insanity's Circulation

Chapter 10 (kinda long)

"America we-"

"Shut up!!" America shouted, cutting England off. He tighten his grip on the knife he held behind his back and stared at the ground.

"You should've seen this coming..." he shot a look over across at Canada, who nodded and ran up to the nearest country when no one was looking at him. It was China, and he stabbed him five times in the neck before he was pushed off by Russia. Canada spat out the blood that got in his mouth and went to take on the taller country.
"Do you see me now?"
While everyone was distracted, America managed to jab Germany in the head and take a hit at Italy as well. Not enough to really do anything though. Even though Germany was now hurt, he held Italy close trying to stop the bleeding from his chest.

"What have you done?!!" England shouted, holding back his tears. It had all happened so fast, and he had no idea what to think. He hadn't notice America acting any weirder than normal, so why now?

"Isn't pretty clear England?!" Canada yelled as he pulled his knife out of Russia's side.

"He's right. You should have seen this coming. You've treated him like shit for years! You all deserve this!!" Canada kicked Japan in the stomach as he tried to fight him, before stabbing him in the back.

"And I hope that after this you all will remember who I am..."

America walked closer to England and grabbed him by the shoulders. Only then could England see the massive amount of scars that covered his body. Some where even still bleeding.

"Think I'm weak now..?" he whispered as he put the blade to England throat. His eyes were dark and every part of him twitch violently, and that's what scared England the most.

"Y-You're insane..." he said weakly, feeling like his legs were about to give out. America laughed loudly and held his knife with both hands.

"If I was insane, would I do this?!" following that, America jammed the knife in his stomach. England felt the tears spill from his eyes as he struggled to ask America why he wants to do this. France looked over for a second before he was forcibly turned around

"You know who I am right?" Canada asked as blood dripped down his face. France gasped and pushed away.

"Canada what's wrong with you?!"

"Nothing's wrong! I'm fine, America's fine, you're fine, everything's fine!" Canada said loudly, tilting his head to side and smiling madly. Canada wrapped his arms around France and hugged him.

"But you DO know my name! I'm so happy!!" France struggled to get away, but soon Canada just let him go.

"Though not everybody does... Like you!!" Canada pointed to Romano who sat between Italy and Germany. He was next to him in a second and managed to cut down half his body before Germany pinned him down. Canada looked shocked for a moment before biting Germany's arms hard, which made him let go. Standing up, Canada looked over at America who looked like his was having a nice talk with England.

"This was your fault..." he said coldly, grabbing England's neck and looking him in the eyes.

"S-Stop this! You need to snap out of it!!" he yelled, trying to loosen America's grip.

"I don't need to snap out of anything!" America replied, kicking England in the legs.

"I'm fine... It's just that. You made me do this..."

"You know... We could have been great friends. If only you had taken the time to learn my name." Canada said while petting Italy's head. It was hard, but he managed to stabbed Germany enough times that he just past out. Getting bored, Canada sighed and slowly pushed his knife into Italy's neck. His small cries stopped and he laid limp on Canada's legs. France was curled up on the ground crying, and everyone had gone unconscious like Germany long before. It dead quite now that all the screaming had stopped. The city was all ready crime ridden and the population was very low, so America had no need to be concerned about being caught. Not like he cared about that. He held England close who sat still in shock as America dragged his knife along random parts of him.

"I really did love you... Even after the war, you meant a lot to me. Why did you hurt me like this?"

"This is my fault isn't it...?" England thought as he whimpered at the pain his neck. The sun was finally started to rise but America still just gazed off into space.
Lifting his head out of his hands for a moment, France noticed a rather large rock in arms reach of him. Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline, he grabbed the rock and stood up. Looking out at the gruesome scene in front of him, France didn't want to miss what could be his only chance. He looked over at America who holding England tightly and scratching him with weapon, but not looking very coherent. He switched his gaze over to Canada, he just sat there looking awake unlike America, but seemed to be distracted.

"Okay... This is good." France thought as he quickly made his way over to Canada quietly. Just when he was a few inches away from him, he heard America scream out his name. Canada turned his head to face France and his eyes widened.

"I'm so sorry..."