Unsuspecting Murder [Countryhumans Edition] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 15 - Record

October 20, 20XX, 8:33 PM, UN'S Mansion, Backroom
United Nations

He growls slightly, feeling as he gripped onto his left arm,suddenly feeling a jolt of pain go through him as he stood by the lever, that was pointed downwards.

He wished he hadn't had to use both arms and just one, but of course the lever was heavier then expected even though it wasn't that big.

He leans against the wall as he waits for the pain to pass until he hears a door open.

He glances back, surprised to see Britain, the one he was avoiding the whole time ever since their last interaction.

"Really?"

UN looked confused for a moment until realizing Britain had something in his hands.

"... What..."

But he trails off as soon as Britain reveals that it was a switchblade, sharpened even.

UN flinched at the sight, growing nervous as Britain walked in closing the door behind him.

It was a moment of silence, full of fear for UN as they both didn't release gazes.

Then in an awkward moment, Britain started laughing.

UN grew more afraid, about to grab the knife he had in his pocket.

"Haha... UN, I can really hear those screams even though we're far from them..!" Britain smiled, but it seemed emotionless...

As Britain takes one step forward, UN quickly grabs his knife and points towards Britain.

He seemed to be trembling, but he kept his stance as Britain's smile fades away, seemingly both amused and offended.

"... Don't get any closer."

"... Put the knife down then, you know I wouldn't hurt you."

UN seemed to put doubt on that statement, but he slightly lowered his hand that held the knife.

To which Britain made his move quickly.

UN yelps as he gets taken by the neck and pinned to the wall.

Britain glares coldly to which made UN groan as the grip he has on his neck tightens, barely closing his windpipe.

"... You know I won't hurt you, your my friend... Are you?"

That question made UN feel so hesitant to answer but Britain wasn't going to let him answer anyway.

They both stared into each other's eyes, one had fear and the other unknown.

After a few minutes, Britain then let go of UN's neck, the other gasping for gulps of air and relieved that the pressure had ceased.

He sighs heavily, as UN kinda held his neck that had a light bruise, but it healed quickly.

Soon UN manages to compose himself but before she could give Britain a glance, a piece of paper was shoved into his chest, causing him to slightly grip before regaining his balance.

UN then holds the paper in his hand as he read what it said, before realizing it was the contract he gave to Britain.

And it was signed in the bottom...

He glances up to see Britain leaving the room.

"Wait..!"

Britain glances back, the look on his face showed that he was listening but didn't exactly give a fuck to what he really does have to say.

"I... Thank you." Was all UN said.

"... If this fails, I'm going to do what I was born to do, and burn everything." Britain said the last words UN heard from him that night.

That fateful night.

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