Warning: Violence and probably some dead feels (I'm so evil)

Silence filled the room, which was abnormal at a world meeting, but here it was, happening.

Americas had been the first to arrive and see it. He was now sitting as far from it as possible with his back turned, sobbing quietly.

You might wonder what it is.

It was the dead body of Prussia. (I'm sorry Gil! T^T)

America had been in a rather secretive relationship with the Prussian. A secret romance.

The only ones who knew were Germany and Canada, which is why they were attempting to comfort America in his corner.

The last one to appear was Russia, he looked at the table stoically. "Someone did this, da? Who was it?"

No one answered, and of course, no one was stupid enough to blame Russia, so they all looked at each other.

Russia then walked over to England, the only one currently not listening to dear mother Russia.

He poked the Brith with his trusty pipe. 

He looked over, obviously a little disgusted.

Russia smiled. "What is the problem, comrade?"

England sighed. "Germany." He spat. "Bloody wanker flirting with my son when he's like this..."

Something snapped in Russia's brain, his eye twitched.

"Have no fear, I will... take care of the pesky German."

Russia then quickly left the meeting, no one noticed the blood on the end of his long coat.

(A week later...)

Canada knocked lightly on his brother's door.

He got no response.

The last week had been hard on America, he had to deal with the loss of his boyfriend he had since the end of 1999.

"Alfred... I made pancakes... please, come out when you're ready."

No response.

He sighed sadly. "Germany's here too if that helps." With that, Canada left.

Canada felt really bad for his brother, he was a lot more sensitive that most people realized.

He walked out into the dining room. "Ludwig? Where did you go?"

Silence.

Canada walked into the living room. "Ludw-" He screamed when he saw the front of his body.

Ludwig had a large dent in his skull, which was pouring with blood.

Canada retreated from the couch with the corpse and ran into the kitchen only to find... Russia?

"R-russia, what are you doing here?" Canada whimpered.

Russia smiled, lifting up his pipe, currently dripping in fresh blood. "I am here for my Sunflower." He replied happily.

"A-and, what's the pipe for?"

"To keep Sunflower safe."

Matthew looked up into those crazed violet eyes.

After a few seconds, Russia pushed passed the little Canadian. He had waited long enough. America was his and his alone.

Canada turned around, stepping in front of the Russian again. "N-now hold on, Russia, if you think you can come into my house and take my brother-"

Russia picked him up by the shirt collar, sanity was absent completely from his hollow purple eyes.

"Alfred is mine." He whispered in the Canadian's ear. "You are in my way, so I must... end this."

Canada whimpered, not able to scream, as the Russian was covering his mouth with a huge gloved hand.

Russia lifted up the pipe, Canada said his prayers.

BANG!

Silence.

Russia dropped the limp body carelessly on the ground, stepping over it.

"Sunflower~" He purred. "We'll no longer be apart. You are mine. Forever."