A/N: Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia it belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu.

This is done AU.

This was originally started for an one hundred themes challenge. Please enjoy. I apologise for any mistakes I made. Was questioning the age rating, if you believe it should be lower, just ask.

Warning contains: Character death, acting out of character, violence and some very weird actions.


"I'm not a bad man, I'm simply a misguided man. You understand don't you? We are birds of a feather after all. They said we're joined at the hip. Then one day that changed. It changed to me being your evil twin. I'm not evil, am I now? I'm misguided. Sadly, you have no excuse!" With that, a dagger went into his hand and I grinned, looking down at him. He screamed and thrashed, causing the knife to cut more. Blood coated his hand, him still screaming.

"You're…a demon." He said panting. I leaned closer to him and my grin widened.

"And you're the Devil, Feliciano." I removed the knife, carefully cutting my brother's arm and hand as I did, before stabbing it into his shoulder. This time Feliciano bit his lip, drawing blood from it. I took out a Stanley knife, carving patterns into his already cut arm. They never saw me as much of an artist, but I was secretly good at carving. Curls and swirls were soon carved into his arm and I poured black ink into the cuts.

"Look Feliciano, your right arm is so pretty now." The coward was crying, how pitiful. Being the nice guy I am I put the Stanley knife away and went to get the kettle. It had had plenty of time to boil. I picked it up and carried it back through to where my beloved fratello lay on his bloodstained bed. He knew what I was going to do, so he wasn't surprised when I poured the boiling water over his face and neck. Feliciano cried out, shouting for anyone who came to mind to help him. His screams soon became annoying and gave me a headache. I took the empty kettle back downstairs, leaving it in the kitchen and taking an apple on my way out. I shoved the red apple into Feliciano's mouth. Finally, I didn't have to suffer his annoying screams and pleas for help. No one could help him now.

Tears were streaming down his tanned face as he looked over at me. Those eyes. Always making people love him. Making them want to help him out when he's in trouble. I myself fell for them once. That day I lost sight in an eye. Antonio was always nice about it but who cared about that sexy bastard's opinion. I was mocked by little kids with no fucking manners and it was all my brother's fault. Now he would feel my pain, only twice as bad.

The melon baller was almost the perfect size. I dug it into his eye sockets, he struggled and tried to scream but I'd duck taped the apple into his mouth. After pinning him down, I started to scoop out those beautiful eyes out. Blood was leaking down as he tried to cry. Since I'm such a nice guy, only one was removed. The eyeball in my hand seemed to just be staring at me, so I smiled at it then stabbed the Stanley knife into the eye Feliciano still had. Then, his nose was quickly removed and thrown to the side, along with the eye that had been removed. Now those eyes would never cause anyone pain again.

I ripped his shirt off and grabbed a pizza slicer. It quickly cut straight down his chest. Just above his belly button, I cut a horizontal line.

"See fratello, now you're perfect."

There was no response. No attempt to scream, or crying. Not even an attempt to breath. How weak, he gave up this quickly? Now that's just no fun.