Dreams of Hell

Hiya! Here's my new horror fic. So if you don't like torture, gore, or your favorite Hetalia character suffering please leave this story now!

This fic is based on the 7 Deadliest Sins, and the 9 levels of Hell.

No flames please. It's my first horror fic.

Amethyst eyes glowed in complete and utter darkness. A voice sounded out, dark and menacing:

"Damned soul, now is the time to be punished for your sins."

"To the 7th level of Hell with you!"

Suddenly, the cold country was consumed with burning, decalescent fire. Flames engulfing him, nothing was burning off of him, but the only the scalding pain was felt. A cry of pain escaped his mouth, but no words. There was nothing to see but the red, hot flames. He clenched his eyes shut, but the pain never decreased.

Am I dead? ...No it can't be. It's not my time to die yet...I haven't said 'goodbye' to Yao yet!

Just as suddenly as the fire came, it left. Ivan let out a sigh of relief as the fire left him, but was then greeted by a Minotaur; an ugly half bull, half man, beast. It's hulking frame was adorned with a large axe, huge horns, and pure white eyes, with no pupil whatsoever. Ivan glared at the beast, trying to look scary, but he knew it was useless.

Hell, was the one place he couldn't win, the one place he couldn't reign over. No matter how much he was feared on Earth, it didn't matter in Hell. Powerless, was what he was. The beast snarled loudly, and made a move towards Ivan. The minotaur picked him up, and with one clean swipe, he removed all of his clothes. The swipe left large gashes in the Russian's body, red liquid spurting out forcefully, then settling for a steady flow.

He was thrown from the gate, and into a dark river. And with a splash of dark, boiling liquid, he landed. Once again, Ivan felt a burning sensation- this was a river of boiling blood. There seemed to be millions of other people here in the river, as he could feel limbs, bumping into him.

"What is this place?" he asked out loud, to anyone who would answer.

"It's the Phlegethon River." a man with no eyes replied back. blood dripped from the black sockets of what used to be his eyes.

"Phlegethon?" Ivan asked, wincing in pain. It was so loud here. People mourning, screaming, and yelling in pain.

"Yes..." he hissed back,

He looked around, many of the ruthless warriors were suffering in this river. Once strong, but now wailing, and writhing in agony. Many of his former rulers of the Tsar were floating around in the strong smelling blood. Ivan moved his hand to cover his nose, but was only met with more blood dripping off of his hand.

Gnarled trees, with long branches, held people who had probably committed suicide. Their necks broken at an nasty angle, and a thick rope made of one of the branches was wrapped tight around their throats. He squinted, he could make out strange bird creatures. Yet, they had disgusting human faces. Ivan swam through the thick blood. He reached the shore, and made a move to get out, but an arrow knocked him back down into the river with another splash.

Ivan was showered with more arrows, even though he was in the river again. He yanked two of them out of his body at a time.

How was he going to get out? Surely this was a mistake, it wasn't his time to die yet.

He could barely think though. There was too much noise to think.

"I'm sorry!"

"Somebody help!"

A gargle of screams, gagging, and labored breathing came frequently. There was never a moment of silence. Blood curdling screams were sounded every time a breath was taken.

"No! Please! Stop!"

The people on the 'suicide tree' (that Ivan had named it), were crying, begging for their regular lives back.

"Anything...Anything to see them again."

Ivan felt his mind slipping from him, he couldn't think. The closed his eyes, and tried to focus, and think of a happy place, but the noise, the stench was too much. A bony hand from down below, pulled on his ankle, bringing him down under- deeper and deeper.

The sickening taste of the blood filled his mouth, as he choked and gagged on it. He screamed in disgust, as what felt like an eyeball found its way into his mouth, but only more of the boiling-hot blood filled it. He kicked and thrashed desperately, but the bony hand held tight on his leg.

He twisted and tried swimming back up, and finally the hand let go. It wasn't what Ivan did that made him let go though, probably just on a whim.

Ivan finally came back up, and threw up all the swallowed blood and body parts. He wanted to cry. He felt like crying, but he wouldn't. Not yet. This hell wasn't going to break him yet.

Not yet.

He jumped up, as a small flake of fire landed on his shoulder. Ivan looked up sorrowfully- it was raining fire. Small bits, and flakes of fire fell from the already red and black sky.

What was he to do? If he went under, maybe the hand would come back, and he would have to go under the traumatizing experience of having various chopped-up body parts in his mouth. He opted to stay up, at least his head was above the murky river.

The fire rained down hard though, the scream and noise level accentuated. He raised his hands over his head, in a failed attempt to try and protect his head.

Ivan could just imagine what he looked like; most of his flesh burned off, his eyes bloody and bloodshot...A ruined, ugly mess. He almost didn't want to go back, what would Yao think of him, if he saw him like that?

"It burns! T-The fire!"

"Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Please..."

Useless words were uttered out, their voices hoarse and disoriented.

Will I ever see Yao again...? Will I ever get out? Or will I stay here forever?

"Hell is eternal, and forever. You had your life to plan where you would go...Violent, wrathful, Ivan Braginski."

"Lacking mercy, and compassion." The voice from before rang loudly in his ears.

"Forever will you suffer in Hell!" "Your time to pay for your sins is now!"

"Ivan! Ivan! Please wake up! You're scaring me!" Yao shook desperately at his slumbering lover.

He awoke with a scream. "Y-Yao?" he wrapped his trembling arms around Yao's small frame. "Yao..." he whispered in relief.

"W-What happened? I couldn't wake you up...You were screaming, and moving around..."

"I was in Hell." Ivan said, as serious as he could, without trembling.

Yao raised an eyebrow. "H-Hell?" he asked as he steadied him.

"Yes. I was sent to Hell."

"What happened? Why?" Yao's expression was one of a worried mother.

"I-I rather not talk about it right now." Ivan said, and looked away.

"It's okay. I understand. Tell me when you feel ready."

Yao hugged Ivan tightly back, and pressed his lips against Ivan's cold ones, in an act of comfort. Ivan slowly kissed back, with increasing force, and held his lover's petite body close against his.

"I think Hell would have been much more enjoyable with you, da?"

"Ah...But hell is still Hell, aru."

Well, that's Chapter one! It's going to be a multi-chaptered fic, with a few other characters.

Probably England, America, and France.

Please Review! and Thanks~