Unsuspecting Murder [Countryhumans Edition] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 13 - Messed Up

October 14, 20XX, 7:08 PM, UN's Mansion, Balcony
United Nations

The organization sighs heavily as he observes the small cracks that have reached the palm of his hand, he watches as small glowing dust slowly evaporates from those cracks, causing more to form as he quickly covers it and looks away.

He wasn't bleeding, nor feeling any pain, all he felt wherever the cracks were was numb and coldness.

It has already reached and covered his whole left arm and is slowly making its way to his chest and hand, yet the process seemed to never change pace and stayed at a slow pace.

He flinched as he heard a soft knock on the door behind him as he turned around to see Britain.

"You alright?" He asked as he went to stand next to the tall organization under the moonlight.

"To be truthful, no I'm not." UN answered, as he placed his white glove back on his left numbing hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. London..."

"Aw, c'mon! I'm just looking out for my friend."

"..." UN raised an eyebrow as Britain sighed looking up at the moon.

"... What brings you here?" UN asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to enjoy the view is all..." Britain said as he crosses his arms and leaned against the cement balcony.

His face seemed happy and relaxed yet his tone faltered at the end as if he was unhappy with something.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Don't do it."

Suddenly the atmosphere went cold when Britain lowered his tone.

UN glanced nervously at Britain who was frowning slightly but had a very cold demeanor now as like a flip of a switch.

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm talking about, UN. Don't do it or else you're gonna end up like him."

"Mr. London, I don't understand-."

"Don't play dumb with me, your 'event' isn't going to do anything to solve it. Much less help, just let it happen."

UN just stayed as he watched Britain stand up straighter, no longer relaxed.

"You're just going to dig yourself a deeper grave, you do realize that?"

"... Mr. London, I'll be going now. I have a few more tasks to finish, have a good night." UN excused himself as he began to walk through the doors back inside.

The last thing he heard from the British country was...

"We're all going to burn in hell sooner or later, and I'll make sure of that if you do it, UN."

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"Now you can't trust your own pal, can you? Well neither can I with you."