Please Remember Me

Chapter 43

Third P.O.V

America stared at the black hoodie and metal bat, his mind running wild with thoughts and emotions.

He wanted to deny it, to say that it wasn't true. But how could he do that when the truth was in his face?

He hesitated. Canada was someone he'd known for as long as he can remember, someone who would never leave his side no matter the circumstances. He wouldn't even hurt a fly. He was loving, gentle and caring. He would never do this, not to him. Not to him... America has trusted Canada his entire life, he wouldn't...

However, the hoodie and bat was enough evidence for anyone to know that Canada was indeed Japan's accomplice. He was the one who helped her plot the murder. He was the one who suggested they kill Philippines, Mexico and Russia. It all started with him.

After wasting enough of his time in denial, America snapped back to reality, taking in the horrid truth.

Russia's life was on the line.

America had never run so fast in his life. Be burst out his room door, startling both his parents. He paid them no attention, though, and ran down the stairs at lightning speed and out the door he went.

He took big leaps as he ran. With every second that passed, Canada was getting closer to Russia. It was clear what he wanted to do. He was going to kill Russia. America wouldn't let that happen, he's not going to lose his lover again.

When America reached the hospital, he took the elevator to the floor where Russia's room was. He paced around in the lift, wishing it would go faster. He needed to be there as soon as possible.

After what seemed like 420 years, the elevator finally reached. America dashed through the hall, stopping at Russia's room. However, when he reached, the door was already open. The bed was a mess.

They had left the room but were still in this hospital.

There was only one logical place Canada would've gone.

Knowing that, he bolted up the stairs, praying to all the gods that he knew of that he wasn't too late.

You must be wondering about what happened with Russia and Canada, right?

Well, that's what I'm going to tell you.

Canada had reached Russia long before America. Canada was wearing a dark orange hoodie, he couldn't allow himself to be spotted by the cameras. It was a good thing for him that Japan broke the cameras monitoring his house. That way, nobody would know where the hooded man had come from.

On his way out of the house, he pretended to want a glass of water before heading out so his parents wouldn't be suspicious. He went to the kitchen and picked up the sharpest knife. He had checked all the knives before when he made that burger for America.

Canada clutched the knife in his hand, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He had placed the jar at table at the corner of the room, it's a pity that Russia would never get to see it. He stared at the seemingly asleep Russian. He sighed, "I'm sorry, but I can't let America be with a reticent alcoholic like you. If you love him, then you'll agree that he deserves someone better."

Canada raised the knife into the air, about to stab Russia in the chest. Just as the knife was about to pierce through Russia's skin and into his flesh, a sudden force stopped Canada. He looked. It was a hand holding him back. Russia's hand.

Russia wasn't really asleep, he was waiting. Russia held the knife tightly, knowing it was just centimetres away from rendering him dead. Despite this, he tried to hide his terror. "Me? What about you? If you truly love him, you'll let him be with who he's destined to be with."