A/N: Hello, Artist here. I decided to try for a more scary story, but I'm afraid I didn't do so well. I'm actually not used to writing fanfiction, so please go easy when rating and reviewing. In this fic America is more insane.
Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia or South Pacific.
"Bloody Mary is the girl I love…"
The scalpel sliced the decaying skin swiftly, exposing layers of rotting organs.
"Bloody Mary is the, girl I love…"
The Surgeons voice rang through the room as he sang. It was a pure white room, save the bloodstains.
"Bloody Mary is-the- girl I love…"
He felt no remorse. After all, he was a hero. A hero doing this for the greater good. So when he replaced a tiny part of the decaying corpses skin with a small patch his own, he wasn't too afraid of the consequences.
"Now, ain't that too damn bad…"
"America." A raspy voice called out to the surgeon.
Finishing the last stitch, the surgeon looked behind him. "Oh, hello. How are you today?" He asked the man behind him.
The man in question was wrapped in bandages, a strange odor permeating from him. This was most likely due to the fact that he had died three weeks ago. One day after his murder, he woke up.
"America. What are you singing." He responded.
"You didn't answer my question." America said childishly. For most, this voice was normal. However, if one saw what he was doing behind closed doors, they would only find that cheerful voice disturbing.
Every nation had its secrets. Their dark tales of times they weren't quite themselves. As for America, he had none. There was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Nothing at all.
"I am well." Said the bandaged man, "What were you singing".
"Hahaha!" America's laugh rang and echoed like a madmans. Which, he wasn't. He was only doing this for the greater good. A hero like him would never do such horrendous things unless it was necessary. "Why do you care? I thought you lost your emotions!"
Ever since the corpse had come back to life his brain was not the same. It didn't make the same connections and he was left emotionless. He was no more than a walking experiment. Especially
"I enjoy hearing you sing. I want to know the name of the song."
Well, that was unexpected. An unexpected miracle! His emotions were returning! Everything was coming back! Yes, America was starting to see something behind those eyes. How awesome was this? All of his work was finally amounting to something!
"It's called-" America was cut short by the sound of the man coughing.
"Pain…Hurt…" The man rasped, bits of rotting flesh falling from the parts of his body left unbandaged. The flesh slipped off like chunks of puddy, plopping on the white floor with an unpleasant sound. The drips of blood and tissue creating a sickening cacophony. Bandages unwrapped and fell, allowing the entirety of the man to collapse to the floor. A foul stench filled the room as the poor creature gurgled in his own pool of melting and decaying body parts.
America took out a tape recorder and sighed. "Subject ninety-seven has had a bad reaction to the last injection. It looks like he's a goner." –click.
Putting the recorder filled with hours of data, America took out a mop and two buckets. Filling one with water, he placed it on the ground. He kneeled down, blood seeping through the bottom white lab coat.
"Bloody Mary's chewing beetle nuts…"
He scooped up the larger chunks and deposited them into the dry bucket.
"She is always chewing beetle nuts…"
As he mopped up the rest, he sang.
"Bloody Mary's chewing beetle nuts…"
The man on the table, the one whose flesh was replaced, stirred just a little. His finger twitched just slightly, his eyes fluttered just once. Then, nothing. Shame, considering that he hadn't died in the first place.
"And she don't use pepsodine…"