DISCLAIMER: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of its characters; I only own the idea for this fanfic.
A bitter, metalic smell stung Matthew's nose. Blood. The smell filled the air around him, the taste filled his mouth; it dripped from the hundreds of tiny cuts all over his bruised body. "You're so pretty, Mattie." a sickenly evil voice chimed, the giggle so fake it burned the blonde's ears. Despite the blood overwealming his senses and being fully aware that his attacker was nearby, Matthew refused himself the satisfaction of opening his eyes and veiwing the damage done to his pale and fragile body. Ivan giggled again at his victim's stubborness. "What's wrong, Matt? Not feeling good?" he asked, a devilish smile twisting his face into something even the bravest man would fear. The beaten body of the blue-violet eyed teen lay curled up in a loose ball on the filthy ground of the ally. It was all too real. Matthew had seen things like this on TV and in the newspaper, but it never occured to him that morning that he could very well be the next person to be murdered. But this was personalised; each cut placed carefully and slowly, each punch landed with increadable streangth on his joints. Unlike the other victims who had simply been stabbed to death. "W-wh... why?" Matthew rasped in a quiet, unstable voice, the sound of blood bubbling and spilling out of his mouth as his chapped lips parted. Ivan laughed gleefully, his sadistic means most obviously coming to an end shortly. "Because, Matthew," the tall man said in a painfully happy voice, leaning over to whisper the rest, "I wanted to see that perfect little body of yours bleed. I wanted to hear your screams and cries, and to bend your innocent mind until you snapped." Matthew could have hurled had there been any thing left in his stomache to throw up, instead he spat out the bitter blood that continued to fill his mouth. Ivan looked at the serated, blood-covered knife in his hand questioningly with that dreadfully innocent smile of his playing his lips. Matthew slowly opened his eyes, the silence unbearable. Through the one good lens of his now bent glasses, the young adult could see the blood-soaked ground and Ivan's retreating feet. "I have no use for you any more; enjoy bleeding to death." the silver-haired man said boredly, though it strongly hinted his twisted content. Matthew lay there motionlessly even long after the footsteps were gone. Perhaps it was better that he died... After all, who would miss some one they couldn't even remember?
What is it with me and making Canada such an emo? Oh well, it makes for a nice story. 3 I hope you liked it; reviews and constructive critisism are very welcomed!