so here we go! first fanfic,please be gentle
disclaimier:i don't own the characters or hetalia that all belongs to hima-papa.
summary:spain always had a dark side romano never knew about. he's about to find out in one of the most pleasurable and painful ways
The Dark Red:
A tale of fantasy and horror in Spain.
Spain had a dark part of him, locked
Deep inside his heart. Everyone knew this.
Only his closest friends knew how easy it was to awaken this beast, and once you did,
Head for the hills because he wasn't easy to stop.
Romano, however had been spared from this awful beast most his childhood. Never had he seen his gentle caretaker past the point of yelling at him. After all,
Children weren't allowed on a battlefield. See, this is where all the bloodlust and animalistic parts of Spain stood boldly and horrifically proud, laughing as he hacked through his enemies licking up the blood from the corner of his lips with a sharp tongue that never failed to hurt those who got in his way, to trick them if they tried to stop him so he could slice through them with his words just as easily as his axe did on his enemies.
And it was never enough. The blood, the killing. He always needed more to satisfy him. Until that day he came home and a Austrian was pulling his favored colony away.
"Austria? Where are you taking my Romano?" the aristocrat looks at the bloodied nation before him, and pales but stands firm in his fear of the large axe wielding Spaniard. Two of the strongest guards restrain him. "I cannot leave Romano in your care like this, I fear for his safety." He quickly took the boy to his carriage; all the while the fuming Spaniard cursed and ran about his home in a maddening state.
He had gone mad. His hunger for blood increased ten fold. So he fought on the seas, water bringing a new way to torture those in his way. And oh, it was satisfying to watch their mouths open in a silent scream as their lungs filled with ocean water.
Then, His armada was defeated.
So he was captured, beaten, broken and he bled.
He was finally released in the most unceremonious of ways tossed ashore his own beach. So he forgot about this beast, locked it away. Became what Romano would later call
"Slow to anger, yet still stupid." Then Romano angered him, cut himself on the way out. While still seeing red, he saw the dark red on the floor. He drew a deep breath and crouched. His shaking fingers collected the few drops. He brought it to his lips a dry chuckle escaping him as he looked at it. His tongue engulfed the few precious drops. He looked out the window at his lover who was walking away from him, fuming. Oh he wanted so much more.
And he knew how to get it. The Dark Red.
so there we go!~ reviews are appreciated,thank you for reading!