APH Forget-Me-Never Chapter 3

WARNING - Contains some blood, insane/snapped!Canada and probably some historical inaccuracies.
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America paced back and forth, anxiously glancing towards the old wooden door leading to the world meeting room, terrified of what was currently happening inside.
His originally sweet and innocent brother had just brutally attacked France, stabbing him and claiming it was all a call to attention. It was unfair, cruel and completely horrendous for America to witness, and he'd never been in more shock then at the very moment his brother attempted murder. His hand shook uncontrollably as he continued paced, peering in fear towards the door every few moments.
Inside, Russia, Germany and Japan had ganged up to try and calm and contain the insane nation, all of them confident they could do it together. America had begged to join them, but was told gently by Japan they needed assistance keeping the other nations out of danger, and had left America in change of doing just that.
Minutes seemed like hours as America waited, his blue eyes determinedly on the door, his hands clenched into tight fists as he tried to control his fear. Eventually, a soft knock could be heard from the other side of the door, barely hearable over the ringing in America's ears.
He quickly stepped inside, horrified of the scene that graced him as he entered the room. Germany and Russia lay near France, stab wounds staining their uniforms with a deep red. Puddles of the sticky ruby liquid had formed beneath them, dripping from their wounds onto the pure white carpets.
Japan lay alone in a corner, shuddering with every breath as he tightly held onto what seemed to be a quite sever wound in his stomach. He was the only nation remaining conscious from the attack, but his usually shining brown eyes were continuously dulling, glossing over in pain, showing he wasn't going to remain awake much longer.
Canada stood beside the door, staring proudly at his work, his violet eyes bright and wide in excitement as he looked to the injured countries in front of him. "I did well today, didn't I brother? If I had never changed, this never could've happen.  I would've still been weak. Weak and scared and too shy to ever talk to any of you..." he paused for a small, shuddery giggle and turned to his brother, "But look at me now! I was able to take down all of them! Just because they didn't want to hurt me… how pathetic..."
America shook his head in disbelief, collapsing to his knees as he held back tears of pure terror, "Y-you're a monster…"
Canada laughed, nodding in agreement, "I am, aren't I? But I'm a monster none of you will ever forget, right? And besides, they're nations. It might look bad, but they still have countries to take care of. It's painful for them, but they'll all heal!"
"T-they… t-they were trying to h-help you… t-trying to help Francis… a-and… you…" America paused, shaking his head once more before quickly standing up, grabbing his brother by the collar, "I can't believe you'd do something like this, bastard. Sure, they didn't notice you all the time, but they all loved you right? We all did. We all cared. And the thanks you give them for those little moments of kindness is putting them through a pain they can't escape from. You're torturing them for something that was never their fault."
"It was their fault," Canada mumbled, shrugging, "They could've noticed me. Francis did right? And you did most of the time. If they would've opened their eyes and stopped being complete idiots, they could've seen me. They could've kept themselves from being in this situation."
America shoved him to the ground, uncontrollably furious now, any signs of his earlier fear completely gone, "Sure. They could've noticed you. But now that you've done this, they're going to regret even knowing you. Ever meeting you or seeing you or all those rare times when they talked to you. They're going to regret that you existed. It's not going to be a matter of noticing you now. They know you exist. And they know what a horrible, unbelievably twisted person you are. You aren't going to be that one guy at the world meetings no one could remember. You're going to be that one person who needed attention so badly they attempted murder," he hissed, voice shaking in fury.
"I needed to be known for something," Canada sighed, "At least now I have an identity. Besides, you're acting like I was actually planning on killing them. I knew they'd be fine. I'm not an idiot, like you seem to think I am. I knew they'd heal. So no, I didn't attempt murder."
"If they were normal humans they would be dying right now…" America growled, "And you're using that to your advantage. The fear factor that you have the ability to kill a normal human but instead torture those who can't die, no matter how much they want to. It's sick..."
Canada laughed a little, nodding, "I know it is. I don't deny what I've done is wrong. But I don't care. Besides, we've all done some horrible things in our lives. I'm fairly sure Russia, Japan and England can all vouch for the bad things you've done in your life~!"
America's eyes widened a little, "T-that's not the same… I-I had to do those things… y-you didn't have to attack innocent nations."
"I'm fairly sure the land your country is in now was full of innocent nations when you took over, right?" Canada giggled, "So you have no room to talk!" He stood up slowly, frowning at a few drops of the others' blood that had stained his uniform, and stepped to his brothers side, "I'm not sure I've proven my point quite yet actually… So if you're willing to make up for all your past mistakes by helping me out… I'm sure everyone would forgive you!"
America stared at him, fear filling him once again, "N-no. I'm not helping you with any of this, sick b-bastard…" he growled, quickly trying to make his way out of the room.
His brother swiftly grabbed his wrist, the tight grip making it impossible for the other to move, as a new, even more twisted smiled grew on the small blonde's face, "Oh come on. You'll heal. Those thousands of people your country killed won't!"*
With that, Canada used his free hand to pull a new knife from his pocket, raising it with a sickeningly sweet smile, "So just consider this revenge on their part!"

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*I know every country has been through wars and innocent lives have been taken. This part is hinting at the Native American tribes that were destroyed while America was forming as a country.