Obsessive. [[RusAme//Fanfiction.]]

💛Thirteen.💛

•No-One's POV.•

It was three in the afternoon of the same day.

Russia and America spent the whole day together, planning the death of their final victim. Philippines.

They both agreed that she'd get in the way, and neither of them wanted that.

"..So.. How will we grab her? Y'know, if Phili isn't home by 4 her father goes mad a calls cops and everything." America said, sighing.

"We can burn her. Ask her to follow you after school, and lead her.. Hm.." Russia sat in silence, and thought for a moment.

"..I know.." America grinned.

•Time skip. 15 minutes later.•

"..Um.. Phili!" America yelled over to Philippines, she took the bait, and headed towards America.

Philippines normally hung out at a park by herself after school.. Nobody knew why. Maybe she just wanted some time alone?

"Hi.. Um.. What do you want? I thought you'd still be with Russia.." Phili rubbed her neck, as America started guiding her to a cliff. The cliff was pretty, however.

"Nah.. I wanted to come sit here with you.." America smiled, pulling out a pair of black gloves from his jacket pockets. He put them on.

"Hm? What's with the gloves?.." Phili asked.

"It's cold.. Isn't it?" America shivered. He was actually pretty cold..

"Well.. Y-yeah.. It is pretty cold.." Phili nervously chuckled, as her and America continued walking.

They talked about school, and America knew Philippines had no idea what was coming to her.

When they arrived, America sighed.

Russia was secretly watching from a bush, holding a scythe down low. Yes, a scythe. He made a black market deal. How'd he get it? Well, he sacrificed a few of his own fingers for it.. Pretty dark, huh?

"I just wanted to say.. I don't love Russia.." America said. He was lying. He loved Russia. Russia was his.. And He was Russia's.

"..R-really..?" Phili stuttered.

"Yeah.. I actually wanted to see if you would.. Y'know.. Like to be my girlfriend.." America smiled, again.

"O-Oh my god.. Yes..!" Phili teared up, having a goofy smile plastered on her face.

"..I just want to tell you one thing though.." America muttered, making the piece symbol behind his back, to gesture Russia.

"H-huh..?" Phili tilted her head.

America's expression went from loveable and happy, to gloomy, dark and depressing. "..Sike. We don't want you."

"W-wh-" Phili looked to her left, to see nothing, other than the blade of a scythe inbeded into her head.

Russia had completely halved her skull. It was a sight..

"Let her fall." America sounded emotionless.. He was really the gothic, depressed type when around Russia. Does he have to act like that? Nope. It's his normal self, actually.

He's just never been able to show it. Around Russia however, he's free to do what he likes.

"Ahead of you." Russia turned to America, and smirked.

"Dick head.." America placed both of his hands on Russia's cheeks and kissed him for, what felt like forever, but was really a second.

Russia kept the smirk planted on his face, as he lit the scythe on fire, throwing it off the cliff and onto Phili's body.

What a fire.

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Authors note.
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AAAH, I'm so sorry I'm not updating this as much, and I'm sorry this one's short!