So I found this group on dA called 'Themesofhorror'. Basically it's a 100 theme challenge to deal with just horror themes. Since I wanted to improve my writing before continuing on with my other stories; I thought I'd give this a go Hetalia style. 'cause I love horror, and I love Hetalia. :D

So these will all be kinda AU; human names most likely will be used, or nationalities. IDK. D:

It's rated M for a reason bros and brahs, and that reason isn't because of sexytimes, (Yet that is. Ohohohoho) if you don't like the things that fall under the horror category, don't read. Awshit. Some of these themes deal with Spiders, so I'll be crying while I write a couple of them. Anyway I am rambling!

Anyway first theme up is 'Blood.'

Herpderp enjoy~

Blood. It was a truly wonderful liquid; so thick, so red, so warm, so intoxicating. Why it had to be hidden away under flesh and muscle was such a waste. Forever circulating the same path; well unless someone were to help it free with a sharp piece of glass, a knife, or a pipe.

A giggle escaped the lips of a large man, he stood there; blood dripping from his face, and the pipe he held in his hand. "So nice, da?" he asked to himself as he hummed in agreement. He blinked and bent over the gasping man; he reached out and grabbed a handful of wheat blond hair before he pulled him forward, earning a painful yelp from the poor man.

"You should be happy! Your pretty blood wont be sad anymore, da?" Violet eyes met blue, the larger man noted that the carefree-ness that once shined in these eyes was replaced by something else. Fear? Despair? Hatred? Perhaps a combination of them.

"Y-you com-communist… bastard…" The other man wheezed out before coughing blood up onto the long tan coat the other wore. This earned a very happy giggle from the other.

"Foolish American~" He dropped the blond back to the floor before pulled down on a rope; he moved over to the broken legs of his American friend and tied them together. He picked up the American once more easily only this time hoisting him up by his legs; he hummed a rather happy tune as the screams of pain filled the room, he stuck him upside down on a hook.

Dropping his pipe he then picked up a shard of glass that came from the glasses the American once wore. Moving back toward the now swaying man he watched for a moment; he pried the mouth open, and kept him from biting down on his hand. He lined the glass up along the corner of his mouth and slowly began to slice the flesh; muffled screams filled the room once more. "We're going to make you always smile~" The Russian man sang out in a childish matter.

After he was done he looked at the blood that rolled down the mans face and into his hair before dripping into a old rusty pail. He grinned at the ear to ear smile now carved onto the American's stupid face. "So pretty~" He hummed to himself. How he enjoyed this toy's blood.

Ffffffuuu- Don't hate on me 'cause I used America. Just think of it like him being a 'hero' for the rest of 'em.

And not because of the inner rivalry that most Canadian's feel toward American's. Herpderp the next theme is 'Needle(s)'

Sweet.