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this story is gruesome and contains my favorite pairings. there is yaoi! i would love to know what you guys think of this and i love suggestions! first multi chapter so nervous about the reception of it.

i do not own hetalia etc.

Prologue

"You will tell me where he is or face my… displeasure."

"You'll have to kill me before I tell you anything you damn bastard!"

"Oh, I assure you, I will. But before that you will learn some manners boy and tell me his location. It's either that, Canada, or I will get to have my fun."

The man picked up what looked like a long coil of rope with a steel tip that was dripping ominously. The liquid was the same colour as his hair. It was almost white but still slightly blond. No, he was not an albino like Prussia, but his hair still gave off that look of snow and coldness. He unravelled the whip slowly with an evil smile on his face and raised it up in the darkness of the cell.

Screams echoed around the room while a small figure writhed in the floor, blood dripping from his bare chest and arms. His once handsome face was covered with scars and gashes from previous tortures that he didn't want to remember. The whip lashed down again and Canada screamed in agony and terror.

"Now where is he?" asked the man, still beating him with a mad look in his colourless grey eyes. Eyes that reminded you of death, and evil, and all things bad. "Tell me and we don't need to continue. Don't tell me and you will wish your punishment could be as sweet as death. I will make you watch as I kill your one true love in every way I know you fear. I will capture your only friend and turn his small mind to dust with his only fear that he doesn't even trust you enough to tell. And don't get me started on what will happen to the bear."

Canada gave a whimper at the mention of Kumajiro but clamped his lips shut defiantly. "You really won't tell me, will you?" asked the man in his voice that sounded like a mixture of silk and steel. "So be it."

He walked closer to Canada, dropping the whip as he went. "There is still time to reconsider." Canada stayed silent and the man turned his smirk into a grimace in the blink of an eye. He reached out to Canada and flipped him on his front. Canada whimpered as the cold stone floor hit his head. The man grasped one of Canada's bound hands and pulled a knife from somewhere within his red suit that was spotted with flecks of dried blood. Slowly, yet cruelly, he dug the blade into Canada's hand and turned it, smiling at the sound of Canada's pleading screams.

"Are you having fun yet?" asked the man. "I know I am. Now, are you sure that you don't want to reconsider? If you do then I will kill you with as little pain as possible and nobody else has to die, apart from your brother that is."

"Why?" asked Canada. "What could my brother have done to you to make you feel like this? How could you enjoy hurting anybody this much? I know my brother may have done some wrong but this is just unbelievable!"

The look on the man's face turned from his smirk to a scowl. "Why?" he repeated the question. "Why should I want to kill the man who promised me everything but cheated on me so many times behind my back? Why should I wish to harm Mr Perfect when everything he has done has brought me nothing but harm? Why should I wish to put an end to the feeling of having my heart torn out of my chest and fed to General Winter? I know what that feels like as well so I'm not exaggerating. Maybe I can leave the answer to that question in your hands. Before you judge me, learn of my history. I'd be willing to bet my one faithful friend that you don't even know my name, and, just to let you know, I love Emperor very much. He was one of the only good things about being dominated by the general the night he left."

The man gazed into space almost as if he had forgotten about the shocked Canadian sitting in front of him. His eyes snapped back however, as the Canada collapsed. His entire body went limp from blood loss, fear, and confusion. The man smiled. He bent down towards the Canadian and picked him up. The man walked out with Canada on his shoulder and a knife in his hands.

"It appears that I am going to need to use other methods to get to America then." The man muttered. "Ah well, if I need to give the others a shot of pain, so be it. He will pay for what he did to me. He and his brother have done things to me more than anybody can imagine… I really need a holiday" he started to giggle to himself then called out, "Emperor! I have a job for you." A small and fuzzy baby penguin waddled into the room. The man's face softened as he saw the bird but became rigid when he thought of the memories that came with the bird.

He could feel it coming. "Damn, not again." The man whispered. They always came whenever he thought of that day. "Emperor, take him." He threw Canada at the bird's feet and ran to another room, urging himself not to remember that day. He collapsed onto the floor and was surprised to find tears running down his face.

"Damn, damn, damn. Why?" Was all that he was able to say before the attack hit. It wasn't a panic attack, more like a flood of memories. Some happy. Some sad. All about him. He had had several of them over the past years. All of them painful and all were infuriating him further.

The "memory attacks" usually happened in the middle of the night when he had had the dream about that night. The tears were coming and with them the sound of screaming. He didn't know if the screams were from the memories or from his own mouth.

He had nobody in the world to comfort him. The last thing he thought before he fell into an uneasy sleep was that he would make America pay with his life for what he had turned him into. America had turned him into this monster and was going to pay thoroughly for it.

thats the end of that little bit of fun :) i did warn you that it would be gruesome. i'm not going to set myself deadlines so chapter 1 could be posted in an hour or a month! but seriously, i will try and post at least one chapter a week. toodle pip my lovelies!