He couldn't stand it any more. He couldn't cope with seeing poor little Latvia beaten and bruised, begging to be set free. Desperate for it all to end. He hated seeing Lithuania pushed to the limits, forcing a caring smile even though he was going through the exact same thing as the other two Baltic nations. Estonia barely cared about what happened to himself, but he just couldn't take seeing the others tortured like that day after day, as he was just left there feeling useless. He knew what he had to do. It wouldn't be pretty, but he honestly couldn't care less. He needed to get rid of Russia. And he knew just how to do it.
~0o0~
It happened the same almost every day. Russia would summon one of the Baltics to his room, usually it was Lithuania, but it depended what kind of mood Russia was in. If he was particularly pissed off, or one of the trio had been acting oddly towards him, his decision would differ, and sometimes he would even have his way with more than one of them in one night. But whoever it was, it never ended well.
That day, Estonia had been acting particularly flirtatious, purposely rubbing against Russia every time he walked past him, and talking with a seductive tone to his voice. The other Baltics had noticed that he was acting oddly, but he just told them to trust him.
As soon as Estonia reached Russia's room, his lips were captured in a fierce, rough kiss. Russia's body was cold. Everything about that man was cold. Estonia hated every second of the time he spend with Russia, but he had to endure it today. This would be the last time it ever happened.
"Hm~ You've been so desperate today, da? Were you jealous that I've been favouring the others over you?" Russia breathed down Estonia's neck. Though the bespectacled nation could not see Russia's face, he could feel that smug, chilling smile.
"...Something like that." Estonia replied, forcing back his smirk. Russia slowly slipped his hands past the waistband of Estonia's pants. Both of his hands were occupied. This was Estonia's chance. The blonde nation slid his hands out from behind him. Russia only saw the glint of the blade, realizing just what Estonia was doing. He had no time to move.
One may thing that the thick coat he always wore would protect him from something as trivial as a knife, but that was not the case. The razor-sharp blade tore through the beige material like paper, luscious red fluid instantly soaking said coat.
Russia did not scream as such, but he let out a pained gasp, and leapt back from Estonia. He glared at the younger nation. Dark pools of violet burned with fury. For once, that obnoxious, child-like grin had been completely erased. He lunged for Estonia, despite the fact that the deep gash in his back was leaking all over the room. But, the movement just made it easier for the Baltic. He quickly moved from where he was being pinned down on the bed, and swerved behind the pale-haired male, and he switched their positions entirely.
"How does it feel? How does it feel to be in my place for once?" Estonia was grinning like an insane maniac. Russia was the one cowering beneath him. Though he couldn't see the large man's face, he was sure that he was actually crying. He had reduced the 'great' Russia, one of the most feared nations ever, to whimpering like an over-sized baby.
"...Answer me. Tell me you love it." Estonia ordered. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't getting a sick pleasure out of it. No wonder Russia did this every day.
"E-Estonia...why...?" Russia was having trouble breathing, both from the pain, and the fact that he was being pinned down tightly.
"WHY? You seriously think that me and my brothers haven't wanted to do this for fucking years! Look how badly you've messed up poor Latvia. And Lithuania. They've both been through so much shit because of you!" Estonia leant forwards, hissing every word angrily into the pale ear.
Estonia let his hand drift to the deep, moist wound. Not bad for someone who didn't know much about self-defence. He moved back slightly to admire his handiwork. It wasn't terrible, but it also wasn't enough to satisfy Estonia. He wouldn't be happy until Russia was screaming and writhing in pain. Even he, the one who had managed to make Russia cry, felt slightly guilty about what he was going to do next, but he just thought about all of the tears he and his fellow nations had cried. All of the coppery red nectar they had all bled. That made him want to do it more.
He mercilessly shoved a finger into the cut. Russia flinched beneath him, and he gasped out again, quickly biting down on his lip to muffle any noises of pain.
"Aw, Please scream...it'll make me happy, da?" He emphasized the last work as a mockery, unable to hold back a fit of slightly high-pitched, freakish giggles. He knew that it was wrong to get so much pleasure out of this, but he didn't care! He was even rather turned on, and he had a vulnerable Russia at his mercy.
He wriggled his finger around deep in the cold, cold flesh. He was admittedly kind of disappointed that Russia wasn't hot on the inside. It kind of just felt like he was groping around a cold cut of dead meat...well, in a while he would be.
He slipped his pants off with one hand, holding the knife by the handle in his teeth, with his other hand deep inside Russia. It felt good to finally be in Russia's place for once. He would get to feel what it was like to take someone without their consent. Russia seemed to enjoy it enough, and as Estonia had discovered during this, he was more like Russia than he thought. He released his rock-hard length from the seclusion of his briefs, and he cut Russia's clothes off, perhaps being a bit too rough with the knife, and causing some more harsh 'accidental' cuts.
"This is how you have made the rest of us nations feel, bastard. Take it like the bitch you truly are." His words were laced with hate. He didn't even bother preparing Russia for what was to come. Russia never did that to them. He rammed himself roughly into the entrance, ripping Russia from the inside, slashing his body with the knife.
Estonia was truly lost in the moment. His thrusts and knife-swings were perfectly in sync, but it was impossible to tell them apart. They both felt equally as amazing as each other. Each other was bringing him closer to release, and that moment when Estonia ripped the glistening red blade into the torn body, finally hitting the pulsating, vital muscle in his chest, Russia finally screamed out. That sent the Baltic over the edge.
"E-Estonia...I'm...sorry..." Russia's voice was weak. Broken. Estonia flipped the stained, shredded male onto his back. He lifted that knife one last time, and sliced into Russia's chest. He reached his hand in, and grabbed around until he reached Russia's heart.
"...Goodbye." Russia blacked out. Estonia tore through arteries and veins, blood dripping down his arm. He pulled the heart from the split chest, and held it up like it was some kind of trophy. Blood was everywhere. But Estonia didn't care about that any more. Why would he? He was finally free!
~0o0~
Estonia was still in Russia's room. Why had he been in there so long? Lithuania couldn't help but worry about him. He decided to go up there and see if anything had happened. He pressed an ear to the door, only to hear Estonia...laughing? Okay, he had to know what was going on here. He opened the door slowly, half-expecting to instantly be hit by Russia or something of the sort. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. Russia, completely carved to pieces, his chest torn open and his heart ripped out. Blood was spilt over everything and anything, creating the most foul stench possible. Lithuania couldn't actually stop himself from vomiting right then and there. He fell to his knees. Estonia finally noticed the brunette standing at the door. He was standing there, wearing Russia's torn clothes, cradling the discarded heart in his arms.
"Look Lithuania...we're free!" He stroked the heart like it was a precious ornament. But Lithuania knew what had happened. They weren't free. This would all just spiral. Estonia would become like the 'new' Russia. This was just the beginning of a new era of pain and torture, caused by one so close to him.
He would never forget the sound of that awful, chilling laughter...
Goodbye, Estonia.
~0o0~
And, thar we go!~ My first Hetalia fic! Thank my Bush-browed British ho PoisonJellybeans, for helping me write this and giving me the idea for it in the first place! This all came from a discussion about how Estonia doesn't get enough love...and then we both ended up ranting about how much we dislike Russia! WE WANTED SOMEONE TO GET REVENGE!~ I'm thinking about writing an Estonia/Russia/Prussia fic with PJB. Yes/no? Tell me what you think!
...I hope you enjoyed this A/N rant. ~
Chronasprite/Viv.
Side note: Fuck, evil Estonia is hot...