"You've rejected me for the last time, Brother!" A clanging sound was heard and a shrill cry before the beautiful Belarus stepped out of the room. She was covered in blood and her face was bruised, but she remained lovely.

I peered out of my bedroom door in shock. "No, Belarus, why?" I whispered as my long-time crush began to laugh. It began as a giggle but something else streamed into it and I finally heard what the other nations said they had always heard. Her compleate and utter madness.

Natalia tossed the bloodied pipe in the air a few times before she looked around and headed to the door. "I wonder if Mr. Germany wants to play..." She said in a crazed yet sweet voice as she left.

I waited a good thirty minutes before moving from my spot. I worked up the nerve to peek into the room where the cry had come from moments ago.

What I saw was horrible. My boss, Russia, was lying face-down on the floor. Blood was splattered against the walls and Russia's head was beaten in so horribly bad there was brain matter seeping from the wounds and it was barley recognizeable as a head at all. I noticed a pretty decrotive knife was sticking out of his side. Belarus's favorite one,compleatly made of silver through and through.

It looked like she got a little creative before she stabbed him though. The words MARRY ME were carved into his back. Though I didn't want to, I flipped him over.

It took all could do to keep from vomiting. Belarus had beat him in the head with that pipe so badly that his left eye had popped from the eye socket and was dangling by the optic nerve. The words LOVE ME were carved into his chest and stomach. Not to mention the cuts and bruises that littered his face, arms, and legs.

The worst part was that I couldn't find Russia's scarf. His favorite item. I recalled a time when he was asked to remove it, he had refused on the grounds that the scarf was part of his body. Of course he had been joking, but he never took it off. Ever.

And now Belarus has stolen it.

Numbly, I walked out of the room and back up the stairs.

I knocked on Estonia's door.

"Hello, Lithuania. What was all that screaming down there?" He said.

I shrugged. "Belarus finally lost it and is going on a killing spree in which she started with Russia."

He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Yeah," I said as I dug through my pockets. "I guess I owe you five bucks."

Yeah, this was basicly written out of bordom and because I challenged myself to do my best mangled body description. Hope you enjoyed!