I wish I owned Hetalia. But sadly, I don't.
He looked into the mirror, staring at his eyes. They were piercing straight into his soul. He continued to wash the blood off his hands, not even bothering to look at the dying boy behind him.
He locked the windows, and as he made his way out of the public men's room, he locked the door. (Don't ask why he has the key!)
He walked down the empty hall, opening the doors to the big boardroom where the nations where bickering. As usual. He took his seat and scanned the room. Germany was trying not to blush as Italy hugged him. France was trying to seduce England, whom was yelling at America. Sweden was insisting to Finland that he was his wife. Russia was running from Belarus.
Ahh… the normality's of the nations.
He wasn't watching, however to see if everyone was normal. He was looking for his next victim. He scanned the room once more, thinking of his possible options. He had murdered his first nation today.
It felt so good.
Nobody noticed the darker shade of his eyes. Nobody noticed the blood stain on his shoes. Nobody noticed the way his hair was slightly out of its normal way. All they noticed was the happy, bubbly nation that he was.
He continued to scan the room, until his eyes found the person he decided would be the next victim.
He watched the man. He had his feet up on the table, his eyes were closed, and the bird that was always with him was asleep on his head. Yes.
He knew that he should start with nations that didn't mean much.
The first was one that was rarely noticed. He knew it would take at least a week for someone to realize the boy was missing. Unless someone unlocked the bathroom door before then. But he doubted it.
He watched as Italy made a remark to Germany, and run out with a "ve~". He again watched the albino whom he decided was the next victim.
"Ve~ Doitsu! The bathroom is locked!" he watched as the German blushed to the tip of his ears and made his way to the bathroom, checking the door and calling for a janitor. A few nations had by then went to see what was going on, while most just stayed.
He stood, wanting to see people's reactions to the dead and bloody body. As he made his way out, he watched as the janitor opened the door, letting the German in. the German's face went blank and he blocked the Italians view and whispered something to a skeptical Austrian, whom had come to see what was going on.
The Austrian made his way back to the conference and managed to get everyone's attention.
"Could anybody who is close to Canada… (Enter a few "who?"s)…CANADA. Could anyone who is close to him please come with me?"
He watched as France, America, Seychelles, and a few others came out. Germany greeted them with a "this is going to surprise you…" as he opened the door.
Inside the bathroom laid a dead Canada, covered in blood. His red sweatshirt had been torn off and left the white tee shirt on. You could see the blood seeping through from the places where he had been stabbed in the chest.
Only one person was willing to talk. In a very quiet, almost inaudible voice, America said"I wasn't there to be his hero…"
So please review! And if you have guesses of the killer, or if you cried when you found out that Canada died, or if you have suggestions on how to kill Prussia, please tell me!
If you review, you get Pasta-Flavored kisses from Italy! Right?
Italy: ve~! *Kisses author*
I feel loved.