Christmas cookies
Ivan wanted to bake cookies. He invited Alfred over, and he said yes. Russia was glad he did, for he needed a 'special' ingredient for his Christmas cookies. Ivan awaited his arrival, sneering.
Ding-dong. The doorbell rung as his guest arrived. He opened it, and Alfred stood there, smiling. "Hello, America. Are you ready to bake cookies?" Ivan questioned. " Am I ready? I'm so ready!" He replied. "Good..." Ivan then bashed Alfred's head with his pipe and drug him to the basement. He tied Alfred to the wall, and readied a cart of surgical supplies. Alfred began to move, as he came to. " W-what's going on?!" Alfred inquired. " You said you would help me make cookies, да? Well, this is how you're helping." Ivan explained. 'what the hell did I just get myself into?' Alfred thought. Ivan picked up a scalpel, and began to saw off the muscle and soft tissue on Alfred's leg. Alfred screamed loud, making anguished noise as Ivan went on. He left the ligaments and tendons, as they were too rubbery to eat. He then took the scalpel and opened Alfred's surprisingly toned abdomen. He then listened to Alfred's cries and yells of terror as he began to slowly pull his intestines out like ropes. " Do you see this Alfred? These cookies will be delectable, all because you helped me!" Ivan said. "You are one sick fuck." Alfred retorted. He then cleaned all the organs he removed, and added it to his dough. Alfred cried at the image of someone eating the cookies and complimenting Ivan, only to be told they were eating the American nation. Alfred's thoughts were soon interrupted as the world went black.
Arthur sat patiently, waiting for the sweet goodies to be brought out. Ivan had invited him over, which was unusual, but he couldn't say no. Ivan came out with the plate full of cookies, offering some to Arthur. He took it, and bit into the sweet, chewy goodness. " These are fantastic! It's a bloody shame Alfred wasn't invited, he'd love these! I wonder where he disappeared to though..." England commented. "You wish to know where Alfred is, da? He helped make the cookies." Ivan then had an absolutely insane expression plastered on his face. "You're eating your little brother, Arthur!" Ivan tingled as he saw the utterly devastated and appalled look on England's face. "No... I- I just ate Alfred?! How could you, you stupid wanker!?" "Da. Yes you did."
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