Hm, well...there is a super epic story to the origin of this fic! Poisonjellybean, my bushy-browed wifey, was in a strange mood, and ended up writing half of this. Ashamed of how disturbing it was becoming, she sent it to me...and I totally wrote the rest. So surprise, PJB! Anyway, this contains cannibalism, sword rape, gore, and general unpleasantness. Don't like, don't read. Enjoy!

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Okay, Switzerland had crossed the line. Japan's annoyance had been growing ever so slowly with every small comment regarding his assertiveness, and Japan had just...snapped. He needed to do something about it. Prove that he had his own freaking opinions, and he was definitely able to show them. He couldn't help the idea from coming to his head. It was sick and depraved...

But seriously fucking sexy.

Switzerland didn't know what hit him when walking home from a meeting alone (Liechtenstein was visiting Hungary), Japan attacked him. He would never forget the sound that the drug-filled needle made as it tore effortlessly through his flesh, his blood splashing against the pavement with a satisfying echo. It had been far too long since Japan had had the joy of injuring another nation. He had almost forgotten quite how much he loved it, how it...empowered him.

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Switzerland's head pounded as he forced his eyes open. He couldn't remember anything. His body was numb, aside from a crippling pain in his neck. He reached down to touch the injured area. Except...he couldn't. He was bound to...a bed? It took less than a second for the panic to set in. Where the Hell was he? Why was he there? Who had attacked him? He thrashed around furiously on the bed, but stopped as soon as the rope binding him cut into his skin. He could feel blood dripping down his wrist. Why would anyone target him? He was neutral! He hadn't harmed anyone unless it was self defence, and even that was rare. He didn't bother people, and they avoided him. That was how it worked, right?

Footsteps echoed through the room as Japan entered. Switzerland just looked so...defenceless and vulnerable as he lay there, staring at him with a look of utter horror, his mouth gaping open like a fool. Japan couldn't help but smirk at that. Switzerland had completely lost his fake calm and collected 'mask'. It seemed the world had forgotten about the ruthless, hostile Japan of years ago. Well, he was certainly back, and when he wanted something, he would get it without fail. And his eyes were set on the Swiss man.

"J-Japan! What the fuck is the meaning of this!" Ha. He was trying to sound angry, but his voice wavered in the middle of the sentence. And his forehead was sweating. To Japan, he looked utterly irresistible right now.

"What~? You always tell me how I need to state my own opinions..." Japan's voice was sly and mocking. Everyone who saw this side of Japan always ended up too badly beaten to even remember it. His tone sent shivers through Switzerland's body. The blonde desperately wanted to run away, throw away all pride and honour just to get away from this psycho, and that was the only thing in his mind as Japan approached him.

"I just need to...reach out and grab what I want, right...?" Japan moved dangerously close until Switzerland could feel his breath on his neck. A wet sensation moved over the deep slash in Switzerland's neck. The victim yelled out in pain...Oh, how Japan adored that noise. He wasn't actually planning to do anything sexual to the Swiss, but if he kept going like this...it was certainly going to happen.

Switzerland could hear the sound of metal scraping against something. With Switzerland distracted by the throbbing pain in his neck, Japan had slowly drawn his sword. It had been such a long time since he'd had a chance to use it...it was like a long-lost friend, finally being reunited with it's companion. He lifted the blade slowly, a warm joy spreading throughout his body as his victim's eyes widened in an almost comical fashion.

"I have missed you..." Japan whispered to the metal, stroking it softly with his hand, cutting a shallow slit in his hand. Ah, how he loved that feeling so... He lowered the blade to Switzerland's body, sliding it up his leg, tearing his pants slightly.

"What are you going to do to me?" He was still putting up his macho façade...Japan couldn't wait to shatter that act completely, mentally ruin the other male, haunting his mind only with thoughts of him. He wanted him to never, ever be able to sleep again without waking up screaming.

"Anything and everything." Japan barely muttered before swiftly ripping away the bottoms of the now-shivering teen, exposing him completely to the Asian. The way his skin looked so clear, so unmarked and precious...it was like a canvas. A canvas that Japan was going to paint with fear. Fear, blood, and scars. Switzerland would be his masterpiece. Japan couldn't even hold himself back any more. He dove right in, ripping his teeth through the exposed porcelain, a fantastic scream breaking through the air. The Swiss even tasted fucking fabulous.

"How is it, Vash...? Do you like it when I do what I want? Do you want me to always be like this?" Japan chewed on the thick, gooey skin and muscle. The texture wasn't particularly pleasant, but it was beyond worth it to hear the sobs now bursting forth from Japan's subject. Yes, the mask was finally broken...

Japan leant forwards again, sword still in hand. He slid his tongue over Switzerland horrified face. His tears and his blood...a perfect cocktail, truly expressing Japan's insanity, intoxicating him with the excitement flowing through his veins and arteries. He slammed his lips against the soft-looking ones before him, a forced open-mouthed kiss. As he forced his tongue into a battle with the other male's, he shoved a finger into the wound he had bitten into Switzerland. The blonde screamed into Japan's mouth, trying to pull away urgently. His tears stained his face, flowing on Japan's also, he had lost all control of his feelings. He was barely seconds away from passing out, but he still had a minuscule flame of determination burning in his heart.

Japan finally pulled away, licking his lips maliciously, all of the tastes of Switzerland filling his mouth. He needed even more! He stared at his creation for a while, admiring his handiwork. Despite it being a long time since he had done this, he was still quite good, if he did say so himself. He lifted the limp hand of Switzerland, not even attempting to hide the smirk on his face as he noticed that the nation wasn't even resisting. He placed one of his fingers in his mouth, and then swiftly bit down, ripping carelessly through bones and tendons, and, much to his amusement, received a whimper from him.

He crunched the body part in his mouth, his adrenaline making his strength almost superhuman. Even his bone marrow was sweet. Switzerland could feel himself drifting away, his body utterly numb. He wasn't going to be able to stay awake much longer, but he felt that this was a good thing. Even if he died, he wouldn't have to go through this torture any more. He felt Japan chuckle, the air almost thick with haze, making everything seem to go in slow motion.

"Well, you're no fun. It's time for the...grand finale." Japan sighed, shifting his position so he was standing by his victim's feet. He ran a finger down the blood-splattered blade of his weapon.

"Goodnight Switzerland." He rammed the steel into the entrance of the blonde, blade first. He rammed it in relentlessly, blood gushing out at every direction as Switzerland thrashed around, his screams echoing in the small room, but no one could hear him. No one would ever hear his screams. Japan thrusted the sword a few times, revelling in how it reached so far into the blonde that his organs were beginning to flow out. And, the fun thing with nations, is that even this wouldn't kill him. He would just be scarred for life. A depraved laugh ripped from Japan's throat as he pulled the blade out again, inserting it back into it's sheath. Switzerland had passed right out as soon as the blade had pierced his heart. Japan smiled gently. His art was finally done...He nudged aside a kidney with his foot, and gently placed a kiss on the cold lips of Switzerland.

"I love you."

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At the next meeting, they were having a large debate about who could have done this to a now heavily scarred and ruined Switzerland. America had come to the conclusion that it must have been an assassin that had found out that they were countries.

"I agree with America." Japan glanced at Switzerland out of the corner of his eye, and grinned heartily as a solitary tear hit the table, coloured pink with blood.

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Yup. I really like writing gore...And for anyone who is even thinking about flaming, I warned you! I said this would be gory and disturbing! Reviews are love! ...

I have a feeling PJB is going to hit me for this.