Meh, it's me again!
So here is a (very short) OS about childhood, featuring Alfred and Ivan~
It's a AU again, and yes, I killed someone again.
*screw myself*
It's sad, but it's my writing style. Also remember, I'm French so maybe there will be some grammatical mistakes and I'm so, so, so sorry about it dudes . But eating frog, bread, wine and cheese every fucking day makes you stupid! *feel the irony*
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine
Zephyr oozed through the green valley as the two boys ran down the steep path, watching them with amusement. The windy spectre followed the lads, passing via the lamenting turf, whipping both children white calfs. They did not stop in spite of the pain pumping throughout their veins, it excited them even more.
They ran, ran, ran, kicking, insulting, scratching, pushing each other away, until one of them saw the verdant hill. Alfred fist smacked Ivan's poor cheek leaving the little Russian behind his American fellow.
"That's not fair you cheater!" cried the blondest one pursuing the other one.
"It's the game Marxist! You are way too weak for the HERO!"
The slave clenched his teeth and ran faster. His body was animated by a rage full will, he wanting to hurt Alfred, even thought they were friends, he wanted to make him cry. Because he felt offended and he wanted revenge. His left hand grabbed the American's T-shirt, firing him behind violently. The young boy's breath jammed. Alfred felt his throat burning as he waved awkwardly his arms looking for vital air. Ivan threw his friend on the ground, glancing at him, feeling superior.
"You son of a bitch…"
Alfred jumped on Ivan, tackling him on the ground and began to punch him aggressively. Ivan's lips were bleeding and he grinned, satisfied by the scarlet fluid pearling.
"You're redder than your fucking flag now Marxist!"
This time it was Ivan who stroke Alfred. The American groaned in pain, the Russian gave him a victorious smirk. Furious, the second boy immediately respond to the provocation.
They were beating each other to death on the hill, ignoring the pain, feeling excited by the soaking consistence of half-dried blood in their small hands. Ivan was sitting on Alfred's stomach tightening his little plump fingers around the others neck and smiled when he felt his nails digging into his flesh, the amusing scarlet fluid running down both his hand again. Alfred tried to shout at Ivan, begging him to stop with his horrified regard, struggling ferociously for his life. But Ivan did not care eaten away by the Revenge. He is insane, thought Alfred regarding the grey somber sky, God please help me!
Something cold and humid landed on Alfred's forehead, contrasting with his burning chest, quickly followed by other, dripping down, dripping down, dripping down… The sky is crying with me… It was the last thing he thought before closing his eyes for an endless rest. Zephyr took the small bitter pearl in the child's eyes corner away. Farewell Alfred, wind embraced his inanimate body for the last time.
Ivan looked at his maroon sticky and animated by a mad ecstasy he stood up and threw his hand up to the wet welkin, washing quickly the red paint away. Somewhere, the thunder rang. The little boy's body was shook by a demented chortle, and he shouted alone on the humid hill echoing to the heavens roar:
"I'M THE KING OF THE CASTLE!"
Only a suffocated lament answer him. Silence.
Meh, Review?
