Blood, there was so much of it.
The crimson liquid covered his gloved hands and was splattered across the front of his tan trench coat. A smile spread across Ivan's face as he took in the chaos around him. The metal pipe always present in his hand still vibrated from the pain he had inflicted on the American.
Said American had put up a good fight landing hits that had weakened the Russian but in the end he had won. Arthur had tried to stop him from hurting Alfred but it had been done in vain. A laugh began to rise from his chest as the metal tang of blood filled the air.
The two opposing countries lay slumped against the wall bones shattered and no longer able to move. Ivan's laughter rang out as he exited the room closing and locking the door to yet another successful pair of victims that had fallen under his power.