This was a request that my character (Maria or fem!Prussia) kill crumpetsteaandaccents' character (Artie- England). They're actually rather close, so it was difficult, and please excuse the derp title.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and have no official permission to make this story, but la ti da~

Maria wailed and screamed as she tore through her brother's house, the shattering of glass and ceramic from plates and picture frames not even reaching her frantic mind.

"West! West!" Sobs punctuated her broken calls for her younger charge. "Where the fuck are you? It's not funny! West!" The chaos Maria was causing was contrasted by a sudden, solemn knock at the front door. Maria froze for a moment, and then she ran to answer it. She pulled it open to see a blonde man, but not the one she'd been hoping for. This one had decidedly greener eyes and bushier eyebrows than her dearest brother. Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland- he'd been her enemy until she and her brother had been forced to surrender along with the rest of the Axis. He hadn't been paying much attention, looking down at his watch, but his attention was certainly caught when Maria reached out to drag him inside and slammed him up against the door as she closed it.

"Where is he?" she growled. Arthur's eyebrows furrowed.

"Your brother? He's-"

"Nein, the fucking goddamn gingerbread man! What did you do to him, you asshole? Tell me!" Arthur blinked and tried to pry Maria's hands off the collar of his shirt. He didn't quite grasp the extent of her anger just yet; she was a force defeated, not even a nation any longer. He was sure she'd stay down for longer than she was planning on it.

"He's been divided under the rule of the Allies fairly; the eastern half-"

"He's been what?! I know his boss has made him do a lot of sick shit, but you didn't have to fucking kill him! I thought you were going to kill me! You know I've always been the force behind the military, take me instead!" Her tears fell renewed, but though the sobs she held back shook her shoulders she refused to let them interrupt her speech. "You sick fuck!" Her fingers tightened to grasp his throat as well as his shirt and Arthur's eyes widened.

"I didn't kill-"

"He's dead! He's dead because of you! None of you will last long enough to regret what you did!" She could see the marks forming on Arthur's neck and specks of blood coming from under her fingers where they dug into his flesh but it was all coated in a tint of red.

"No!" Arthur croaked, pulling at her wrists as hard as he could. He was losing air fast; he had to tell her she was wrong! "He's not-"

"Shut up! I should cut out your tongue and feed it to his dogs! You gave the order! You signed the contract that ended his life!"

"Sto-"

"I told you to shut up!" Maria's fingers only tightened further. Arthur's eyes widened at the edges of his vision went dark. He could feel the life slipping away from him. Vocalized sobs finally began escaping from the back of Maria's throat. "He was so innocent… He hardly understood what he was doing… You killed West… My baby brother…" Her grip relaxed as Arthur lost the capacity to struggle against it and she slid to her knees. "You killed Ludwig…"

The last sound that ever came from that house was a woman's blood-curdling scream.