Song: Tag, You're it - Melanie Martinez

Disclaimer: Hetalia was made by Hidekaz Himaruya, all characters belong to him. This is a work of Fiction and is not part of the canon Hetalia world. Tag, You're it was made by Melanie Martinez.

Also, Germany is a female in this because of the song used.

A large number of countries sat in the theatre with a big stage, it was never really used, except from when a few countries sung songs. Today was a special day though, as the machine that Austria had invented finally was perfected, it was a machine that would have the heart of the country held in it's glass container, and the country would sing from their heart, not literally, but moreso, they had no control over what they sung, and they had no control over what they did whilst singing it either. The machine would use a memory that impacted the heart the most in the past 100 years and have the country sing about the memory. It would change their gender during it too sometimes, but that didn't matter. Their uniform would also change depending on the year of the memory, and it was a great way to sing about your fondest memories without knowing, as the heart would make up great lyrics as you went along, though the lyrics would always be about the truth.

Today was the first time they'd be using the machine, and there was a list of countries for the machine to go down. She was the unlucky number four on the list, meaning she'd be the fourth one to sing. For some reason, everyone was really enthusiastic to hear how she sounded whilst singing, so they wanted to know how good Germany could sing. Fair enough, she supposed.

Abruptly, she felt a sting of sharp pain through her, and clutched her chest as she leaned onto the wall for support, and in the glass container appeared a black heart shape with white cracks all over it and a silver old and rusty lock on it too. She felt a bit embarressed at the sight of her heart and how ugly it looked, it was like everyone was judging her silently, or atleast - it felt like it.

"Good luck Sis, I hope you sing about me and how awesome I am!" Gilbert laughed heartily as he put a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled at him before a sharp terrifying memory coursed through her mind too vividly for her to ever want, the memory that had caused her to never let anyone near her heart again. That memory. She couldn't. No, this machine wouldn't - It would. Oh god. This was a mistake. This was a mistake.

"This was a mistake." She said in a voice that even though it was calm and not strained, held so much fear to it that it even caused some of the Baltic nations who were the only ones nearby to look over with concerned and confused gazes.

She glowed white and faded onto the stage as her memory began to make her sing her song.

She appeared on the stage, she had long light golden hair down to her knees, and it looked beautiful. She had some hair resting over her face too, but nothing too much, just some at the sides. Over her icy blue eyes was a shadow that obscured anything above her nose slightly. She held a blank expression, and wore a black uniform with red embroidery and lining on it, and a symbol on one side of her chest in red too. She wore black gloves aswell, and had black boots on aswell, done up.

Despite the dark, her eyes were glowing a neon light blue, and her animal form had shown. She had large black and red demonic wings, and had a very thin black tail that had a sharp red triangle at the end. The whites in her eyes were also gone, replaced by a void of pitch black. On her head from her lovely light golden hair was two long black horns that pertruded from the top sides of her head. Her animal form was the rarest form of anything, a form that represented the most evil beings, a form of someone who was pure evil encarnated. The form of a demon. She had a microphone in one hand.

For some reason, she blinked, and when she opened her glowing eyes, they held much more fear to them, and had red tears lining the corners of them aswell, as if terrified. She had a frown - but not a normal one - this was the kind of frown that was from terrified silence moreso than from any dissapointment or general boredom. She also had a symbol under one eye, which had faded into a pink scar over time, but was still very visible. The symbol that seemingly had been cut into her face was a symbol that was two letters, they were very percisely cut and very fancy writing of the letters " I B ". Her brows were tilted upwards in fear, and she looked off into nothingness as she took a breath to sing her painful memory.

"Looking at me through your window" She sung sweetly and softly, her voice was beautifully meloetic whilst singing, and everyone watched in awe at the song, but also in great interest in her memory.

She stopped, her own cold breath appearing infront of her in the heavy snowstorm that was coming down mercilessly. The distance was grey, and she stood on a parking lot in the darkness of night with nothing near but her own car, which was ever so slightly visible with its deep red colour against the grey and black fog that surrounded everything and the layers of white raging. Her attention was caught by the sound of a car pulling up to her in the raging whirs of the wind and snow as they waged war on the ground, causing her to hug herself tighter. Prussia had took her coat with him arrogantly thinking she had more than one, so she'd stupidly gone out. She wore her uniform simply, and atleast she had thin gloves on and a nice wooly black scarf. She also had a black wooly beanie too which she wore, but she was still freezing cold.

She looked to her side as a car pulled up beside her, it was a pitch black car, and the window rolled down, revealing Ivan, wearing his signature beige coat and purple scarf. He smiled gently at her, but she couldn't help a terrifying, gut-wrentching feeling when she saw something deeper in his expression and gaze. He had black horns on his head, and his car parked next to her as he smiled twistedly at her.

"Oh, you had your eye out for a little." She continued on softly and sweetly, everyone listened to her beautiful song.

Ivan looked her up and down as if to confirm it was her, and when he saw her terrified gaze, his smile twisted into an even wider one of excitement and impatientness. She started to back away as he opened the door, and froze as he got out, closing the door and watching her. His eyes went pitch black with glowing vibrant purple orbs in them as he smiled at her sickeningly.

Her eyes went pitch black as she smiled sickeningly, the memory giving her the same expression Ivan held that late night. She had a terrifying smile on her face, eyes pitch black like the darkest of nights.

" I'll cut you and make you dinner. " She sung with an almost echoed voice, it was deeper and just indescribable. It almost sounded like it didn't belong to hers, and all the countries listened along in fear and interest.

" You've reached the end, you are the winner. " She continued distortedly before her eyes went black to glowing neon blue orbs with black, and she frowned normally again whilst singing.

" Rolling down your tinted window." She sung.

"Driving next to me real slow, he said" She continued before her eyes went pitch black and she smiled twistedly.

Ivan stepped forward eagerly, grabbing onto one of her wrists with bruising force and a mad smile that held an underlying look which terrified her to her core, she was too scared to speak, and Ivan leaned in, so close to her face that he was only inches away from it, a gentle smile on his face but eyes full of something which horrified her. Her eyes brimmed with tears as Ivan's eyes glowed a vibrant purple again, and he spoke softly to her in a voice that send chills down her spine.

" Let me take you for a joyride. "

" I've got some candy for you inside. "

Her eyes flashed with terror for a moment before going to normal.

"Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop." She sung.

She ragged her wrist out of his grip in terror, and turned around, running as fast as she could. She turned her head for a second and let out a scream of terror as Ivan was full on chasing her down with a twisted look of excitement and anticipation was on his face, he wouldn't stop chasing her. She ran as fast as she could, addrenaline from pure and wholehearted terror causing her legs to not stop, tears now ran down her face and fell into the winds, most likely freezing in the coldness. Her eyes were watery with tears by now, as she desperately prayed for someone - anyone to help her.

"Tag, you're it. Tag, Tag You're it. " She sung onwards with fear lacing her voice.

She let out a terrified cry as he ragged her backwards by her arm, pain seething through her body. She was sure it'd atleast dislocated her arm. She felt another horrible pain that made everything go dizzy and blurry, tiredness seeping into her as all her addrenaline dissapeared when her head collided with the cold, snowy, concerete parking lot pavement, and red started to cover the white blanket from her head. Ivan held both her wrists, his legs either side with himself seated on her hips, he was leaning down an excited smile on his face as he gazed into her crying blue eyes with his piercing glowing purple ones, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards at the sight.

"Grabbed my hand and pushed me down"

"Took the words right out my mouth"

" Tag, you're it, Tag- Tag you're it."

She screamed out for help before his cold lips pressed against hers eagerly, effectively muting her. She didn't have the time to prepare or try to fight back before his tongue slammed into her mouth, she felt horror and terror fill her drowsy and mortified body as she felt his warm tongue explore around inside of her mouth, snaking around it, leaving no part of it untouched. She felt so violated - so wrong, she felt so sick, ready to throw up from how sick she felt, but tiredness enveloped her more, and in her panic was struggling to get a breath. Everything went black and she passed out as the monster on her forced himself upon her.

"Can Anybody hear me? I'm hidden underground."

"Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?"

She remembered being locked in a room which after a few days she knew had to be underground, and she was tied to a chair in the room, which had a light, a few purple balloons, some ribbons and some party decor with streamers strung around the walls in purple and black in contrast to the plain white walls. It seemed to be as if the chair was literally attatched to the ground, and it wasn't farfetched seeing as the chair was metal. There was strong rope tying her to the chair and tying her legs to the chair legs too, she kept crying out in the empty room for someone to help her, just please - god help her.

"Saying 'Tag, you're it, Tag- Tag you're it"

"He's saying 'Tag, you're it, tag- Tag you're it."

The doors would open only when she could guess was night, though on the weekends it seemed they would open in the morning, and he'd be with her all day instead. He'd sing a little song, and act as if this was a little party, giving her a slice of cake that always made her feel funny and feel things she didn't like to feel and didn't want to feel. She begged him to just let her go - to please stop after a week, but as weeks turned to months, she lost hope. He came without fail each time, telling her how much he loved her, how he never wanted her to go, how he'd never stop loving her and how she was perfect. He'd cut his initals into her right cheek, saying she'd always be his, and he'd always be hers, how it was a symbol that they'd always be together.

"Little bit of poison in me."

"I can taste your skin in my teeth."

He did things to her each time he visited that terrified her - left her crying and broken, left her in such a weak and disorientated state that he would then be able to be the one to comfort her from all of the sickening things he'd do to her to show his love. He was able to break her each time so much that each time afterwards he'd be the only one able to fix her again, he'd untie her, hold her crying and shaking body very close to his - too close to his, whisper sweet words into her ears and console her, comfort her whilst she cried in his arms and hugged him tightly, and he'd give her gentle kisses to reassure her almost. He was the only one able to fix her after breaking her, and it terrified her knowing that after he was done, she'd be so distraught and broken - so emotionally drained that she wouldn't try to resist.

" I love it when I hear you breathing "

" I hope to god you're never leaving. "

She lay gently in his warm arms as he kept her trapped - cradled in his strong and terrifying arms. Her head was buried into his chest as she cried brokenly, her breathing erratic as she couldn't calm down or be in the right state of mind whilst he comforted her and told her sweet nothings, reminded her how much he loved her, and how he'd always be there for her no matter what. He told her how he loved it when he heard her breathing, how he hoped she never was able to leave. He didn't want her to, how he'd defeat any army, even her own to keep her, and she just rested in his embrace, crying harder into his trapping embrace as he comforted her in that voice that made her shiver in terror.

"Running through the parking lot"

"He chased me and he wouldn't stop."

"Tag, you're it. Tag- Tag, you're it."

"Grabbed my hand, Pushed me down"

"Took the words right out my mouth-"

"Tag, you're it. Tag- Tag, you're it."

"Can anybody hear me? I'm hidden underground"

"Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?"

"Saying:' Tag, you're it, Tag- Tag, you're it."

"He's saying Tag, you're it, Tag, Tag you're it.."

"Eenie meeine minie mo"

"Catch a Lady by her toes"

"If she screams don't let her go"

"Eenie meenie minie mo,"

"Your mother said to pick the very"

"Best girl"

"And I am.."

She stood weakly, a broken smile on her face as she sung with tears streaming down her pale face that had eyes glistening in fear, the black had returned to white, her wings and tail dissapeared, and her uniform was back to her normal one by this point. She had her brows in a tilted oval, crying like a little child who'd been hurt, but sounding so broken, so much pain and emotion was in her words as she sung the next part, so much so that it could drive some of even the most cold of countries present to still feel sympathy or some sadness at the song with a voice so rich in emotion.

" Running through the parking lot - He chased me and he wouldn't stop"

" Tag, you're it, Tag- Tag you're it"

"Grabbed my hand and pushed me down - took the words right out my mouth"

" Tag, you're it, Tag- Tag you're it"

"Running through the parking lot- he chased me and he wouldn't stop.."

"Tag, you're it. Tag, Tag, you're it."

"Grabbed my hand and pushed me down- took the words right out my mouth.."

"Tag, you're it. Tag, Tag, you're it."

The I.B on her left cheek was bleeding a deep, rich red, and she had red running down her forehead from somewhere in her hair, her eyes glazed over almost, a small line of blood from the corner of her mouth went to her chin, and her eyes were mostly lidded. She fell down to the floor sideways, her arms making an almost 90* angle shape, but off a bit and each a bit different. Her legs were mostly in the same way, but the top one and bottom were as if she was about to start walking, her hair rested gently on her, and her eyes were closed with blood running down her face as her heart dissapeared from the machine, and she lay unconcious on the floor. A glowing red and white swirl enveloped her and she dissapeared, her brothers magic teleporting her and him away from the theatre - most likely to get her help or somewhere else.

Either way, to some countries there, they had a good idea what the song she sung about was. The thought of it scared them too, well, most of them who figured it out to a degree.

Ivan hid his smile as he remembered the fond memories of when he had her.

He just couldn't wait for the day he got her back - whether she wanted to come back or not.