P.S. You are a country in this :3
You ran through the hallways of the World Conference building, following the trail of blood and…bodies.
You had started out almost walking into the building till England burst out through the doors, limping on one leg and with blood all over.
"England?! What happened?!" you asked, running up to him, helping him to a nearby bench outside.
"It's um…Canadi- Canada!! It's Canada! He…he…just…snapped and started cutting people with…with a knife…" he breathed.
"…I'll try to stop him. I've just called the ambulance so they should be here soon. Just wait for them." you said quickly, running into the building before England could stop you.
You continued running, going up and down the building, the seemingly endless trails making you feel sick. After a while, you found Canada in the kitchen, pointing a knife at America's neck.
"Canada, no!!!" you screamed, causing Canada to turn around, giving America enough time to escape, despite having a gash on his right leg.
"Canada, please stop this! Don't you see? You almost hurt your own brother!" you pleaded.
"Him? He's no brother of mine! What kind of person keeps forgetting about his own brother? And no one else remembers who I am! I'm always America to them!! I don't even act like him!" he screamed, shocking you.
"I remember who you are! I haven't forgotten you even once! Things will work out, just end this madness!" you cried, running up to him to give him a hug.
"(Name)…" he started, stunned.
But right after your hug, you felt a sharp pain on your side and a jolt of electricity run along your spine. You fell to the floor, barely breathing, a pool of blood forming around you.
Canada pulled out the knife from you, which was now soaked in blood.
"I'm sorry (Name) but… there's no turning back…" he mumbled, walking away, leaving you laying there, your life fading away every second.
"This… is…" you started, but blacked out before you could continue, with the last word still ringing clearly in your thoughts.