Date Written: January 10, 2011

Word Count: 1 551

Summary: Canada finally has enough of being ignored and decides to do something about it. Italy ends up joining him on his quest to shed the other countries' blood. Includes yandere!Canada and Italy. Rated T to be safe for now, rating will go up in later chapters for blood and gore.

Warnings: I think there's, like, two swears or something like that here somewhere...

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.

Canada stopped dead in front of the barely opened door, peering through the crack with an astonished expression. Behind the door, inside the front room, were a small group of nations quietly arguing with each other.

"Ve? Canada?" Italy poked Canada's side curiously, shifting his hold on America and trying to see over Canada's shoulder. "Is there something wrong?"

"SHHH!" Canada hissed, spinning around away from the door and putting a finger up to his lips. Fear combatted with fury for expression in the nation's eyes, hands twitching nervously and gaze flickering from side to side. "We can't stay here." He continued, grapping Italy's arm that wasn't occupied with holding up America.

The other country caught a quick glimpse of the scene behind the door before Canada pulled him away. Italy jerked his arm back once they were a few meters from the house, setting America on the ground and turning to face Canada.

"Let me go for a minute, I'll be right back. I wanna hear what they're saying." Italy explained quickly, creeping back towards the house.

"What…Italy? Italy!" Canada started after the other, but stopped from a sharp hand wave and a confident "I know what I'm doing, don't worry" from the smaller country.

"Did anyone else hear something?"

Italy snickered under his breath, carefully edging closer to the door to glance inside. The group of nations were still standing in the room except they were now no longer fighting. They appeared to be discussing something.

I still can't hear what they're saying… Italy thought for a moment then decided to sneak over to the window, which would be much easier to open and hear through than the door.

"Do you think maybe they have come back?"

Italy managed to reach the window and pried it open gently, wincing when it squeaked once and letting out a small sigh of relief when it stayed silent after. He glanced through the window he had just opened, stopping a refrigerator, cupboards, and a wooden table set. So, the kitchen then. By the looks of it, the group of countries was the in the sitting room so he would have to get closer.

And what better way to do that then to actually be inside the house, ve?

Italy lifted the window open more and slipped through it, scrambling briefly to pull himself up. He stood up, gaze flickering once around the kitchen before resting on the open window.

Might as well close that, just in case.

"One highly active nation and one extremely rambunctious nation; both of them not really inclined to being silent? No, we would definitely be able to hear them if they had come back."

Italy giggled quietly again at England's words, now standing hidden just outside the sitting room. You have no idea how right you are, ve! Amber eyes gleamed in amusement, a beaming smile tugging up the corners of the country's mouth. This was even more fun than doing the actual harm; watching everyone scramble around like this, not realizing that every word they were saying was absolutely correct.

"Yes, but Canada is exceptionally skilled at going unnoticed. And something tells me that Italy has been underestimated…"

"Venezanio, damnit! Get it through your thick fucking heads, we are both Italy!"

This was just getting better and better. Listening to the nations going in circles, not knowing how he was standing so close to them and hearing every word. A brighter spark of amusement shone in Italy's expression. Hearing his brother getting irritated at how nearly everyone except for him called Italy, Italy was always entertaining.

Might as well spice up the meeting, or whatever the heck this was, a bit.

Italy carefully rearranged his features into his usual harmless smile before straightening up out of his crouch and walking into the room.

"Ve, hi everyone!"

"Hmm…what to do with big brother while waiting for Italy…Hey Al, didn't you say you wanted to do family stuff while you were staying here?" Canada cheerily asked the unresponsive America, prodding his side delicately.

"I can think of plenty of 'family stuff' for us to do, eh!" Canada fished around in his pocket for a moment, feeling cold metal under his fingers and tightening his hand around the Swiss Army knife resting in his pocket. He took out the knife, flicking open the 'knife' part and gently pressing it against America's cheek.

"America is always smiling…I wonder what he has to be so happy about all the time. I can't remember when you haven't been smiling, Al. You've always had a smile, whether it be a happy smile or a sinister smile or a smile like Russia's. Actually, I've been seeing Italy with that same smile more recently. He seems to like causing the pain, the blood. It's more than a little surprising, to say the least. I suspected, but I never thought he could be this…happy about it. This willing to help me with something like this." The northern country paused in his musing momentarily, stroking a few strands of yellow hair off of America's forehead with the tip of the knife.

He sighed softly, pressing the knife harder against the skin and watching impassively as blood welled from the shallow cut. "Big brother never had any happiness to spare for me, did he. Always letting me take the blame, even when we were both with England as little colonies. I wonder what big brother would have done if I fought back, back then."

Here, Canada let a dark shriek of laughter spill from his lips. "You're not even my big brother! I've been around so much longer than you have. No one ever came to visit me like they did you, that's all."

Canada sat back beside America, watching his brother's steady breathing. "You know, I've never been able to talk to you like this. You always interrupt me before I can get to my point." The nation sighed again. He shifted his hand so that the knife was trailing over his face, tracing simple patters in the space above his skin with a steady hand.

"I…I've missed…I think…I missed you, Al."

America twitched suddenly, feeling the ground cold under his back as he was placed on the forest floor. He could hear quick snatches of conversation filtering through the bleary haze of unconsciousness floating through his brain. Something about going to listen to…something? Someone? He couldn't quite hear.

A few moments later, he could hear the leaves shifting as Canada moved, hearing more sounds and noises that slowly separated into words and sentences.

"…Al…say…wanted to…stuff…you…staying here?"

America tried to focus on the words as they slid past his hearing, mind not yet fully aware. He could recall saying something about how him and his brother should do family stuff while he was here, was that what Canada was talking about? That felt so long ago…standing in the kitchen, talking casually with his brother...

The country felt something cold against his face and resisted the urge to flinch away from the sensation. He had to make sure Canada did not know he was awake; he figured it was best to remain 'asleep' for now. Oh wait, Canada had started speaking again! America concentrated hard, trying to hear all of the words and not just ever second or third.

"America is…smiling…wonder what he has…happy about all…time…can't remember…haven't been smiling…always had…smile…happy… or…sinister…or…like Russia's."

The words were painstakingly becoming clearer and easier to understand through the fog as Canada continued talking and America continued to wake up at a snail's pace.

"Actually, I've…seeing Italy with that…smile…recently. He seems to like causing…pain, the blood. It's more than…surprising, to say…least. I suspected...I never thought he could be this…happy about it. This willing to help…with something like this."

America resisted the automatic response to blink open his eyes. The words kept coming, almost completely distinguishable through the fog now. He regulated his breathing, keeping it to the steady pace of one in deep slumber even as he felt the cold metal move through his hair.

"Big brother never had…happiness to spare for me…letting me take the blame, even when we were both with England as…colonies. I wonder what big brother would have done if I fought back, back then."

This time America flinched, the slightest twitch backwards against the leaves. The flinch came more from the words the other nation had spoken instead of the movement of the knife from his hair to his face, tracing designs and barely touching the flesh.

I…I always…I never wanted you to…Matt…

"You're not even my big brother! I've been around so much longer than you have. No one ever came to visit me like they did you, that's all."

Because you were so much more northern, so much more unfriendly to them…You never told me how long you survived before the first countries found you. It was Netherlands, wasn't it? But then he left too, didn't he…

I never realized how similar we were…England kept leaving too…But you had everyone leave you…Is that why you don't even bother to fight anymore?

"I…I've missed…I think…I missed you, Al."

Is that why you did all of this? Is that why you went after England, France, me?

All of those who were close to you, once upon a time…?

Aiming to end this by chapter 20, so much much much hearts and loves and thanks to all so far who have read/review/alerted/etc :D

Angsty North American bros, y/y? Yeah...wasn't planning that. I actually kinda dislike fics where Canada's all depressed b/c of his invisibility factor...But Arsenic just sorta...ran away with the plot again v.v" Can't say I mind too terribly much how it turned out though...I think? ^-^"