Wow. It's been over a year. I personally find that sad. I've been working on so many stories, but all of them are oneshots and I haven't finished them yet. So, here we are, with my first complete fan fiction since that dreadful Yami No Matsuei thing.

This is also my very first complete Hetalia fan fiction… Most of the stories I've been writing for the fandom have similar plots, so it's really just a preview of what's to come.

Wait, plot? PSYCH. There is no plot here. Well, there is, but it's not too great. Just something I scribbled last night to get over my disappointment in Supernatural.

Anyways… Warnings: Blood. Violence. Russia. Middle-of-the-night writing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Wish I did.

Heart

"Can you feel your heart, Toris?"

Lithuania almost didn't hear the question, so soft was Russia's voice. Puzzled, he nodded.

"I can't. Not since…" Ivan trailed off, feigning interest in the snowflakes twirling in the wind. Moving towards the icy windowpane, the taller Nation tugged off a brown glove, scarred fingertips tracing designs on the glass. A sunflower, a smile, Lithuania had seem them both before, but this, a heart, was something new.

"Now Russia can have a heart too," came the broken whisper.

The heart's icy borders were melting and the fragile, disappearing sign framing the snow suddenly struck Toris as hopelessly sad.

Shrugging out of the heavy green jacket, Lithuania cautiously approached the man, taking the ungloved hand and placing it over his own heart.

Offering his gentlest smile, Lithuania explained, "We'll just have to share then."

For ten minutes, neither man spoke, listening to the steady ka-thump ka-thump ka-thump of a Nation's heart.

"It's better than your ice-heart, at least," Toris whispered.

Ivan's reply was a choked hiss of "General Winder killed it. It was never ice."

"No, please, that's not what I meant." Lithuania placated.

But by now, Russia was gripping the fabric of his shirt so hear, he was afraid to breathe, much less apologize. He was being pushed back, spine grinding into unforgiving plaster, long white fingers digging into his torso. Lithuania once more attempted to speak, but any semblance of words was turned into a low moan as Russia's fingernails broke the skin and began burying themselves in his chest.

When Ivan's fingers were buried to the first knuckle, Toris began sobbing, pushing desperately at the bloody hand. At the second knuckle he started screaming, all the breath that had been trapped in his lungs rushing out in a howl of pain and anguish.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Russia stopped, pulling his hand away and into his glove so quickly, Lithuania barely had time to gasp in agony as fingers pulled away from muscles and nerves.

"Toris, I…"

Stumbling backwards through the doorway, Ivan's attempted apology was drowned out by Poland's "Omigod, Liet!"

Turning away from the scene he'd created too many times, a weeping, bloody Lithuania wrapped in Poland's arms, Russia could only summon the will to walk away in sorrow.

For a moment, I had his heart.

Fin

So there we have it. I hope you all enjoyed it to some degree. I'd love it if you dropped a review. In fact, I'd love it so much, I'd check out what you've written in exchange. Can't promise I'll read or review, but I will definitely glance over what you've done and read anything that looks interesting.

Until next time. Peace.