Hello to you! I'm writing another UKUS fic so I can play more with history and Hetalia! For those of you who don't know me, nice to meet you! I'm Sachi, and I'm weird. Now, this is going to be a little different from the things I normally write. By "different" I mean…dark. Very, very dark. If any of you read my DRRR! stories, yes, even darker than WTCF. It's going to contain very strong themes, and I mean more than just lemon. If this doesn't sound like your cup of tea, I suggest leaving. To everyone else, let's get started!

Disclaimer: I, Sachi, do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. Nor do I own any of the songs used in the chapter headings. I am eating hamburgers with America later though. So, you know…whatever that entitles me to…

Devour

(Marilyn Manson)

[I'll swallow up all of you like a big bottle of big, big pills… You're the one that I should never take, but I can't sleep until I devour you. I can't sleep until I devour you.]

The first time it happened… That first time.

It seems so long ago, it almost seems useless to mention. Of course, in order to explain the story from the beginning, we need to visit there. That first time.

She was an undesirable. Some unknown woman of the night, which is only a nice way of calling her a whore.

Yes, that first woman, with her petticoats, lace, bodice, and cheap high heels. She probably didn't have a family, so she most likely would not have been missed. She was selling her body, and she would not go inside until she had a taker.

That was her mistake. She had one, all right. Her last taker.

Of course, he wasn't interested in her body. At least, not the way she wanted him to be.

He only needed her to help him with something. Unfortunately, his release wasn't quite what she thought it would be.

He took her into the room she was standing outside, most likely some sort of hotel. He wasn't really paying attention.

She turned away from him to unbutton the first few buttons on her chest, and that's when he struck.

He punched her in the back of the neck, listening to the satisfying crack her skull made as she hit the hard floor.

He used a shiny scalpel, his movements messy and undetermined. He knew where to cut, but was having a hard time keeping his hand steady.

It wasn't so much that he was afraid. No, he was…lost in pleasure.

Each cut felt so fucking good.

That was the first time, and oddly enough, that particular body was never discovered. He had chosen wisely.

He went on to become a doctor, and every day was spent trying to contain his lust for blood.

Unfortunately for Doctor Arthur Kirkland, such a thirst cannot be contained for long, and in the dark streets of London, he will find more victims yet to come, and meet his fate in ways he would have never thought possible.

[My pain's not ashamed to repeat itself. Pain's not ashamed to repeat itself, pain's not ashamed to repeat itself, pain's not ashamed to repeat itself. I can't sleep until I devour you. I can't sleep until I devour you. I can't sleep until I devour you. I can't sleep until I devour you. I can't sleep until I devour you. And I'll love you, if you let me. And I'll love you, if you won't make me starve.]

Sachi: *party dance* I'm excited for this story! I know this chapter was short, but they'll get much longer. Review for love!