Hello readers!
This is just a little crossover I'm trying, I am planning on making a multi-part series for this. This is basically an AU for Hetalia mixed with the plot line for the Saw movies.
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from Hetalia: Axis Powers and I do not own the characters.
I do not own the Saw plotline or any characters associated with it. This is purely for creative expression. :)
Warning, there is a bit of BL in this so Homophobes be warned, it's gonna get fluffy in some points.
Hope you guys enjoy and leave a helpful review! :D
Pt I
He hit his head against the wall so many times I thought his skull was going to break open. With every prominent THUD, there was a moan of physical and emotional pain. He was sitting down and facing a plain white wall, slowly swinging his head backwards to hit himself again. His wavy yellow hair trailed over his cheeks and ran over his scalp until it came together into a small ponytail that was no longer than my thumb. He gripped the back of the chair with red fingers as tightly as he possibly could. His leg was twisted underneath him in a painful looking way as well, his other leg dangling off of the plain wooden chair he was sitting on. His visible foot was wearing a scuffed black shoe, as if he's had it for a year. THUD.
My throat caught in horror as a small smear of blood covered the spot that his skull collided into. I stayed quiet this whole time, hoping that he would attempt to acknowledge my awkward presence, but as soon as the blood smear caught my eyesight, I nearly choked out the word. "STOP!"He didn't listen this time and started throwing his head back to strike himself again. I never blinked when he smacked his head one more THUD and sat there, leaned against the wall where a faint bloodstream ran. "JUST STOP BLOODY DOING THIS! JUST FUCKING STOP!" My face was completely filthy with dusty tear-tracks and a red nose.
He panted heavily and his back started rattling with heavy sobs. "I need to die..." He whispered just loud enough so I could hear. I wanted to reach to him, to clean his wounds and hold him, to kiss him, to tell him how much I loved him. "I need to die..." He repeated, a little louder this time. Was he waiting for an answer? Did he want me to comfort him? "Untie me. Please!" I moaned. I sobbed along with him as he slid off the chair he was sitting on and skulked toward me tiredly. "I need to die..." He said to me. He looked into my eyes with a watery gaze, of pain and suffering and undeniable love. "Why is it always black or white with you!" I said, stressing my fear to him. "Please untie me." I said in low sobs.
He crouched down to where I was tied up in about four ropes; One around my ankles, one around my elbows and chest, around my knees, and one more on my thighs and wrists. I was sitting up against the wall so that I could see every inch of the small apartment I was in, but I was too distracted with the man in front of me. "Please!... Please! UNTIE ME PLEASE!" I yelled. He stared at me for a few more moments until he slowly spun me around and unbound my wrists and elbows. But before he could untie the rest of my restrictions, I grabbed at his shirt and pulled him into a tight embrace, leaning my face into the crook of his neck.
I sobbed a couple more times while he tiredly pulled the other two ropes off and held me back, pleading with me to stop crying in between sobs of his own. "You don't need to die... It's okay I'm here..." I reassured him as much as I could, holding his head into my shoulder and kissing a couple of places on his neck. "I love you, so you don't need to do this... Just let me hold you." He mumbled responses into my shirt, but they were too quiet to hear. He tightened his hold on me and whispered straight into my ear.
"Je t'aime."
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away from him and kissed him, trying to breath life into him. He ran his fingers through my hair and reacted with extreme passion, pulling my waist closer to his and breathing a heavy, musky air into my lungs. This sharing of breaths was very intimate, and this experience was truly one of the most amazing I've ever had. As soon as we pulled away, I was left with a feeling of loss.
My eyes slowly wandered to the neglected wound on his forehead. I ripped some of the cloth from my undershirt and wiped the blood away from his face, revealing the small scrape that was much more innocent without the blood streaming from it. I used the same ribbon of fabric to wrap around his head and kissed the cloth where the wound was. He started to tear up again and tried to smile while his face became strained with the oncoming sobs. I just held him tighter and whispered into his ear.
Finally he leaned onto my shoulder and relaxed. "I'm so sorry Angleterre...I'm so sorry I caused all of this." I chuckled a forgiveness and leaned against his chest. "Let's just try to survive this okay? I have a little less than twenty minutes now..." He suddenly looked panic stricken and looked at the small x-ray on the wall again. "But the petite key is behind my skull no? How ar-" I placed a finger over his lips and touched his forehead. "That's my x-ray and it's not a skull. That's an enlargement of my eye...The key's behind it."
He looked stunned and then the look changed to horror. "No...How...?" He shook his head so many times. I looked all around the room and noticed the tiny craft knife on the table next to the chair that Francis was sitting on. "That...That's just sick..." I held my hand over my mouth and shut my eyes. "Quoi?" He said, trying to look in the direction of my earlier gaze. "Oh no." He said with dread. "They want you to...cut it out?" He said, a cringe in his voice. " I shook my head. "Oh God no..." I tried my best to think of something else, but time was too short for this.
"Just fucking cut it out!" I crawled over to the table and grabbed the knife. It was no longer than an inch and looked completely clean. "Just get it over with okay!" I sobbed as I handed him the device. "He took it with fear and looked at me pleadingly. "Angleterre...How will I...?" He squeezed his eyes completely shut and hugged me, sitting me on the chair. "This will hurt...Just stay asleep and you will be fine." He placed a shaking hand against my temple."What?" TH-
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