I've been planning to do this for a long time, but I never really got the chance to do so. Anyways, this has to be the darkest fic I've ever gotten around to typing. It involves a lot of dying, death, blood and Breaking the Cutie. But what do you expect? It's HetaOni.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or HetaOni. I only own OC!Philippines who will sometimes make an appearance in the themed one-shots.

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Theme 01: Insanity

Characters: Philia and Canada

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Insanity

Philia's hands trembled as she picked up the gun from the floor and pointed it straight into his chest. The man only smiled at her mockingly and while the gentle expression on his face made her wince, she still kept hold of the gun and glared at him.

"So it was you." Philia said, staring straight into his blue eyes.

The person standing in front of her bound by the spell she had cast was Canada, the meek and nearly always invisible twin brother of America who was always in the shadow of his southern counterpart.

"Why?" The filipina demanded, anger and disbelief in her voice as she clicked the off the safety of the gun that Canada had tried to kill her with when her back was turned. "Why did you do it?"

"What are you talking about?" Canada asked in a small voice, nearly looking like his former more timid self. "Philia, why are you pointing that gun at me? And what are these ropes wrapped around my body?"

"I'm not stupid, Canada." Philia said with a sob as tears filled her eyes. Her hands were shaking so much that it was a wonder she hadn't dropped the gun yet. "I... I know you were the one who killed Vietnam and Prussia."

"How can you say that?" Canada sounded angry. "We're being hunted by that Thing and you're accusing me of killing the others?"

At those words, Philia lowered her gun only to raise it again and press it harder into his chest. His words sounded genuine but it was easy to lie with words. He had nearly gotten her there and she would have probably released the bind spell that she had cast on him had she not looked at his eyes again.

They were a darker shade of blue than America's but that wasn't what had warned her of his ill intent towards her when he had purposely lured her away from the others.

She could see no longer see any trace of sanity in his eyes.

The only thing she could read from them was madness.

"No," Philia pressed the gun harder into the man's chest. "England, France, Russia and America were killed by the Thing."

When they found them, their bodies had been covered in slashes with dark red blood pooling beneath them. Philia had nearly thrown up at the sight of France's mutilated face; they were only able to identify him by the clothes he was wearing as well as the rapier that hung limply in his gloved hand.

But after examining the lifeless corpses of her older sister and the dissolved nation, she saw that their deaths were much different from the tall tale signs of the Thing's handiwork. Vietnam had been strangled and then her torso slashed open to look like some sort of animal had inflicted those wounds on her while Prussia had been stabbed in the back by a blade of some sort, not at all suspecting he would be attacked from behind.

When Philia had found a discarded arrow in the fireplace that was covered in soot, she matched the arrow to the wound that had killed Prussia with the help of a grieving Germany and came to the very reluctant conclusion as to who had killed the latter's older brother and her own sister.

While the other survivors were terrified out of their minds by the Tony look-a-like who was cutting them down one by one, Canada was the only one who seemed calm. Which was odd considering that in the previous time lines, that wasn't how he acted whenever it was broken to him that someone had died. In the past he had been hysterical but that hysteria was now replaced with an eerie calmness that neither Italy or Philia could place.

There was also the fact that he was the only one who used arrows as weapons.

"You were the one who killed Vietnam and Prussia." Philia smiled bitterly. "It was you Canada. They're dead because of you."

Canada blinked. The edges of his mouth lifted upwards and he threw back his head and laughed.

It was a laugh filled with the madness of someone who had lost everything that mattered to him. Philia grimaced, her eyes hidden by her black bangs as she listened with the gun pressed into the area of where his heart was.

Her finger was on the trigger, read to shoot him. But even though he had killed the country she had considered her own sister, she could feel nothing but sadness, sorrow, and pity for him.

He had been the only survivor when the Thing had killed his older brothers, his papa, his winter rival and even his pet bear Kumajirou. When Italy had found him, he was covered in blood and was in a delirious state muttering things underneath his breath, rocking back and forth and clutching onto his dead bear whose white fur was soaked red and dripping onto the floor.

It wasn't too hard to figure out what had driven him into madness.

His insanity filled laughter was what clinched the answer.

"Do you have anything to say before I kill you?" Philia asked. Her brown eyes that had once been filled with smiles and laughter was dull from watching everyone die around her. She knew her mind was teetering on the edge of sanity but as long as she could think lucidly, she would do what she could to get everyone out alive from this god forsaken place.

Even it meant killing someone in one time line to advance to the next.

Canada stopped laughing and looked her straight in the eye. If only for a moment, he seemed sane again.

"Yes." He said softly. "I'm sorry."

There was a loud bang as Philia pulled the trigger. She watched blood spurt from the man's back as he stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the floor like a broken marionette as his blood began to drain out of him. His lifeless eyes stared up at the white ceiling, no longer seeing anything.

Philia stood over his body for a minute still holding the gun. She stared at him, grief now over taking her at what she had done. But she couldn't dwell on it now; she made her choice a long time ago.

Bending down, Philia removed his glasses and gently closed his eyes for him with her hand. She folded his glasses and set them next to his head.

"I should be the one apologizing." She murmured as she knelt next to his corpse and brushed strands of his straw blond hair away from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you next time."

Standing up, she took the gun and walked out of the room to go and inform Italy that it was time to leave and start over again.

Whoo! And this one was done in an hour. And yes, this is pretty dark with Canada going mad and killing two other countries and Philia (my version of her at least) picking up a gun and shooting and killing him with it.

The reason why Philia killed him was because he had tried to kill her and she knew that if she let him go, he would just try to kill her and the others all over again. That, and she's beginning to go mad herself.

If you have any messages about what theme I should do next and who the characters involved should be, don't be afraid to PM me. By the way, I'm not really good at portraying yaoi so if you can, avoid it.

So tell me what you guys think!