He was bored, completely bored and he had no one to play one of his 'games' though he didn't know why. They were so much fun but they weren't fun for others, supposedly. Didn't others like being cut into pieces or slowly ripped apart, even dissected alive? Apparently not, though those were the games Finland did play despite if others didn't like it or not. The only nations or former nations he didn't play the game with was the Nordics, even though his lion did want to eat Iceland. In replacement of that little dog, he did get a lion and recently gotten a chainsaw from one of America's citizens too. That was a fun new toy.
Out of his boredom, he decided to go visit England which was quite the travel but not to far. England had been weary of letting the white uniformed man in, seeing as bloodstains were on his uniform plus all the rumors on how Finland became dark and snapped but the blonde man had pushed his way inside the house and locked the door behind him. "I am bored, England. No one wants to play game with me, do you want to?" Finland asked nearly moments after he had walked inside, he wasn't going to take another no for an answer but sadly, England shook his head firmly.
As said, it was no option. He took one of the many knives he carried on him and approached England who kept stepping back before running off. Finland was quick to follow, running after him and when he lost sight of the man he just simply searched under tables, closets and in rooms. That is actually where he found England when he lost track of the man and had to go looking for him, in a room. He had locked the door after him and had quickly jumped on the man, England's upper part of his clothing was flung elsewhere as Finland sat down on his vital regions which made England struggle more. "Calm down, England." Finland snapped at the man as the blonde dragged the tip of the knife across England's chest ever so lightly which resulted in no blonde but a more nervous Englishman.
This however, did make England stop moving as he realized that Finland could easily kill him. "Good." Finland murmured, trying to decide where to cut him first. Eventually, it was his face which he decided to cut. The blonde pressed the knife blade roughly down on England's right cheek, dragging the blade down to his lip. The Englishman was clearly trying to not get frightened as blood ran into his mouth and down the right side of his face. The blood clearly didn't bother Finland at all.
In a few moments, Finland was slicing and slashing at England's arms and chest which made him squirm in pain. It was just mere cuts but it wasn't satisfying. Finland pressed the knife firmly down on England's shoulder blade to slowly stab him despite the bone in the way. It was going to be very painful but that only increased the Fin's smile. Once the blade was a good length into England's chest, he dragged it and moved the knife around inside the wound which earned a very painful scream from the Englishman. "Wanker!" England finally spoke, which made Finland giggled. "I would watch what you say." Finland sadistically growled as he abandoned the knife and elbowed the Englishman in the ribs quite roughly, hard enough to earn a decent sounded crack. This made England's eyes glaze over in pain, "Stop you wanker!" England cursed and demanded but that only made Finland elbow him equally as roughly in the same spot which made the once cracked ribs snap.
Another painful scream. This made Finland laugh more as he added more deep slashes into the Englishman's chest before he finally got up and walked away from the bloody mess that had passed out some time after the snapped ribs. The Fin only licked the knife clean, put it away and left the home. He'd leave England to fend for himself.