Hello! I decided I'd try writing a gore fic for the first time. Tell me what you think!
It was Sunday morning and Canada was sitting at his desk eating is breakfast; pancakes. He had a meeting with the Allies tomorrow and wanted to get some work done, not that anyone would notice he was there. They never did. He had just licked all the maple syrup off the plate and went to place it on the desk when he fell off his chair, landing on the floor and his plate falling on his head. He sighed and put his plate on his desk. He reached for his desk chair to pull it toward him, but it just rolled away. Now even inanimate objects were ignoring him.
Kumajiro had heard Canada fall and entered the room to find him sitting on the floor glaring at his desk chair.
"Who are you?" Kumajiro asked.
Canada slowly turned his head and glared darkly at his pet, making Kumajiro flinch. Canada stood and broke his plate against his desk. Kumajiro jumped back as he watched Canada walk toward him.
"I'm..." Canada said quietly.
He raised the piece of broken glass.
"Canada!" he shouted as he brought the the shard of glass down and plunged it into Kumajiro's side. Kumajiro yelped in pain and fell to the floor. He was tired of being forgotten and ignored and he would make sure that at least his pet would remember his name. Canada had finally snapped. Canada grabbed the polar bear's face and tilted it up, revealing his throat. Canada slowly dragged the glass shard along Kumajiro's neck, silencing his screams. Canada dropped the bloody shard and stepped back in horror, eyes wide, realizing what he had done. The worst part wasn't that he had killed a living, breathing, creaure, the worst part was he had enjoyed it. He slowly picked up the shard of glass and brought it to his lips, tasting his pets blood. He savored the new taste and licked the shard clean as he had done with the maple syrup. He enjoyed the taste and began to wonder what a country's blood would taste like. It could only taste better. Canada placed the shard on his desk and picked up Kumajiro's body. Kumajiro would never forget his name again.
Canada stored Kumajiro's body in a safe place; he had plans for it later. He grabbed his hockey stick and headed toward the door.
One more. Just one more and then I'll stop. Canada thought to himself as he walked down the street. He didn't have any real plans nor had he thought about who he would kill, he just had to know the taste of blood once more.
Should I continue or keep this as a one shot? Review!