North America Gang

Fair Enough

The trio gathered all of their belongings that didn't get killed by the fire and prepared to move in with Greenland. Canada was handing Pablo over to Australia, since he lost Pablos enclosure in the fire.

"Don't hurt him ok? If anything happens to him, I will murder you," Canada said. Australia nodded, taking Pablo.

"Ok," Australia said nonchalantly.

"Alright, I have two guest rooms, so two of you will have to share, ok?" Greenland said. America shrugged.

"Alright, I guess me and Mex can share a room," America said. Mexico just nodded, getting rather good at the whole 'pretending not to be gay' thing.

"Wouldn't you prefer Canada?" Greenland asked.

"Miss me with that Alabama sh*t," America said. Greenland rolled his eyes.

"Alright, well... it's getting late now. If you're all moved in, we should probably head to bed," Greenland said. They looked over at Mexico, who looked sad.

"What's wrong Mex?" America asked.

"I lost the locket...," Mexico said.

"Aww, It's ok Mex! We can always just get another one! The important thing is that you made it out ok! Besides, the locket is replaceable, but it means nothing if you're not their wearing it!" Canada exclaimed. Mexico smiled.

"I guess you're right...," Mexico said.

"Actually... is this the locket you lost? I saw someone trying to steal it off the lawn," Greenland said, holding up Mexico's locket. Mexico gasped and hugged Greenland.

"You are the best human ever," Mexico said.

"I'll take that as a yes," Greenland said. With that, they went to bed.

Mexico woke up in Greenland's guest room. He looked over to see America, still asleep. Mexico felt disoriented, as if he was drunk or hungover. He got out of the bed and walked down the stairs. He walked into the family room, where Canada was sitting on the couch with Pablo.

"Australia left. So I have Pablo," Canada said. Mexico was confused, since he was wondering why Canada had Pablo, but he hadn't asked anything yet.

"Where did Australia go?" Mexico asked. Next thing he knew, he was in the backyard.

Mexico looked around the backyard. It wasn't Greenland's backyard, it was his own. Mexico looked beside him at Canada's dead body.

"Why did you do this?" Mexico asked nobody in particular. He turned around to see confederate, holding a knife above his head. Mexico didn't scream, just stared at the knife. Confederate stabbed Mexico in the stomach. Mexico still didn't scream. America came to the realization of what he had just done. He pulled the knife out of Mexico's stomach and turned it on himself.

Mexico gasped and sat up. He looked around, he was still in Greenland's guest room. Mexico looked at the clock on the bedside table. 1:00 was what it read. Mexico sighed. His head was pounding and he was shivering nonstop. He looked over at America, who's neck was still intact.

"Just a dream...," Mexico whispered to himself. Suddenly, America shifted.

"Mexico? Are you awake?" America asked quietly.

"Yeah, I had a fever dream," Mexico said. America sat up.

"Oh, I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. What happened in your dream?" America asked. Mexico sighed.