Trembling, the fingers gripping the knife lingered over his bare skin. Silent, wet rivers ran as the sharp blade was brought down.

One for making them worry.

One for being useless and pathetic.

One for being a coward.

One for trusting when I shouldn't have.

Crimson bubbled up and overflowed, going with the curve of an arm before finally dropping to the tub floor. Transparent drops mixed with the startling red, creating a light color on the bathroom floor.

One for being so dependant.

One for being annoying.

One for being not strong enough.

One for being too needy.

Over and over again, the arm was marked, for what seemed like forever and yet like no time at all. Until finally, the assault stopped.

"That's it for now, huh," a voice mumbled, glancing down at the handiwork in morbid fascination. After a moment, the arm was shoved under freezing cold water from the shower. All of the rusty color faded down the drain, then the wounds dressed in white bandages.

"There." This time, the voice sounded satisfied as blue sleeves were pulled over the coverings and a pair of pants was slipped on.

"Italy, are you done in there? We're going to be late for the meeting!" Another voice shouted, accompanied by pounding on the door.

"Almost done! Just a second, Germany!" After one last glance to make sure the bandages were covered and the blood was completely washed out of the tub, he opened the door with a bright smile. "I'm ready!"

The blonde just shook his head as he turned. "You're such a pain...Come on then."

Italy just grinned as he bounced behind his friend.