Died Twice Yesterday

Chapter Two

If the last two chapters look identical, and are both titled 'chapter one', the chapter may have been duplicated. I apologize for the inconvenience.

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The Canadian Country made his way up the stairs. His eyes darted around as if he was expecting something to jump out of the shadows of the dimly-lit hallway.

The second he got to the top of the staircase, he put his back against the wall. For the first time in his life, he was afraid in his own home.

He creept slowly to the left of the sectioned off hallway in the direction of his brothers room. once he got to the door, he could hear someone having a conversation? The person in question sounded like his brother, but off. First of all his brother would never raise his voice, but this person was close to yelling. And second, it sounded almost democratic.

There also sounded like only one person, not two, just talking to themselves. Whenever the person asked a question, they acted like they got a response, and they answered questions that weren't asked.

Maybe his brother was on the phone with someone? Maybe his brother was texting? There could be someone whispering the answers and questions to him.

After a heated debate in his head, the Canadian Country decided to get some answers. He creecked open the door and saw something that would scar him mentally for years. He saw nothing abnormal at first because of the dark appearance that the room gave off, but when his eyes finally adjusted to the dark, he saw a bloody carpet, ripped curtains, clothes everywhere, but no America.

He then turned his attention to an open window, the black blood stained curtains waving in the evening wind. He realized that he was most likely alone in the room, and moved in to investigate. moving towards the open window, slowly creeping as to not disturb the crime scene. He then poked his head out the window to check if his brother had jumped out, and didn't stick the landing. No sign of America.

He sighed and turned away to leave the room. And then he felt it, a sharp pain in left arm. He slowly turned his head to see his smiling younger brother looking down at him, a knife in his hand, one eye having an oily black substance oozing out of it.

America then swiftly brought his knife down, slashing his entire arm. Canada fell unconscious, due to a considerable amount of blood loss. The last thing Canada could remember was the police breaking down the door and swarming the room.

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Everyone was even more shocked by the victim this time, Phillip and America were really close, yes, but litterally no one was as close as the two brothers. It was uncanny, to the point it was almost scary. They were so close that is one of them so much as sneezed, the other would be all over them. It was just so odd.

But the thing no one could explain was the reason, the goal, of attacking the two countries. The paroxysm was baffling.

America had been tied up to a chair in an oversized interaction room, most of the world superpowers were called in to decide what to do with the chaotic evil Ame.

What made the room even creepier was the fact that, even though America was completely tied up and hand cuffed, he was all smiles. Even child-like laughter could be heard at sometimes. (In the words of CandyZONE, he was all "shits and giggles")

Russia was the first country to try to talk to him, the other countries were either way to scared, or confused to talk. But Russia knew his boyfriend very well, and was convinced that he had been framed.