Alcoholic Syrups (Discontinued)

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Canada's pov

I shuddered at the gross feeling I had at the mentioning of Ukraine stalking me. I thought he stopped? Was Germany just joking around? God that truly ruined the sweet moment we had but I guess it had to be done if it really was true. Just why would Ukraine stalk me? He should know that I am not interested nor in love with him and he should most definitely know that right?

I asked Germany to explain when what happened and it truly didn't seem like he was joking. That serious yet pained expression spun on his face like each time he'd talk about sensitive topics like his father or other stuff. Of course I always tried to avoid such conversations for his own good but this time was different in some way. It seemed more important than other conversations. Not every conversation of course but many.

Ukraine's pov

I heard it. I heard it all. How he mumbled Germany's name in his sleep..how he practiced his love confession..why? Why him and not me? What is so good about the child from a nazi? He's not good enough for him. He must be removed. But if he'd disappear Canny would be unhappy.. oh canny why must you be so difficult?

And this smell..this god forsaken smell.. it follows me around everywhere I go. People look at me strangely. Even that childish German seemed to have smelled it. Is it my fault that people bleed? Is it my fault that dead things rot? It's unfair. Why of all countries does Canada have to be the one having to suffer from such a heinous disease?

I wouldn't let Canada be the only suffering country. Not the only red and white flagged at least. I'll get them all. I'll get them,give them the pain they deserve and dump them in the woods ones they're just as close to death as Canada. Maybe closer. Not like their lives matter to me anyway.

I received these pills that cause one's throat to become swollen and useless. I somehow managed to increase it's deadliness, causing them to have a cancer like effect on people. That's how I'll please my own thirst. My thirst for justice. This is my way of creating justice.

I walked along a sidewalk,looking at the grayish sky as I did. It seemed like it would start to rain soon. Looking to my right,I spotted the Rosenberg hospital. The hospital in which my sweet sweet Canny rested in and if I'm not mistaking one of my former victims. She was tortured for quite a short time compared to a certain polish. Thinking about her,I thought I could give her a visit and check if she's still suffering enough.

Rosenberg hospital was quite easy to break in considering its cameras being the worst and slowest I've ever seen and the doctors mostly being upstairs. I assumed Japan would've been brought to the emergency department which was the lowest of all. 80 percent underground and the other 20 percent filled with windows in each room. It's surprising how easy they made it for me to visit a victim. And in case she'd be feeling too good I'd just give her another load of pills which I had in the right pocket of my jacket.

I snuck around the hospital,looking through each window which was barely over the ground,trying to spot Japan in one of the rooms. Multiple people just layed there,some seeming like they already were part machine since they practically were plugged in everywhere. Just then between all those machines I spotted the pale feline with the also rather pale red spot on the center of her face. A wide grin spun on my face as the window was open,giving me a free opportunity to give her a visit. I pushed tue Window open Stil the gap was big enough for me to fit through. I slid in and landed on the rather hard ground as silent as possible. We wouldn't want our sheep to wake up would we? I sneaked over to the bed,her pale body was laying on and sat down beside it. Her eyes were firmly shut but her neck seemed just as swollen as before and her breath was heavy. Perfect. That means that the time range of the pills had increased rapidly.

Just then I heard two people approaching the door while talking rather loudly. At first I thought it was two doctors but one sentence made me doubt that. "Is my daughter going to be alright?" I was 99 percent sure that it was Japan's father. Hod that was a really bad timing for him to show up. I quickly got back up and rushed to the window to climb back out. Arrived outside I heard how the doorknob was turned and saw the tall man enter the room,sitting down on the chair I sat on just a minute ago. The only reason why I'm not planning on torturing him as well is that he already is suffering pain. The pain of possibly losing his beloved daughter.

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This was the first time I wrote from Ukraine's pov :0

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