Hello, there! I was searching the internet and came across a list of the most gruesome Russian torture devices, and you know how websites like that always give us Hetalia fans plot bunnies. I'm planning on doing a fic for each country and their own ways of torture, so I'll need some ideas on who to do next. But, for now, enjoy Russia torturing the other countries~!

The chapters will be generally short, since I just want to explain the torture and the reaction most people had. I'm going back from 10 to 1, 10 being the least painful and 1 being the most painful.

Enough with the long intro!

Chapter 1

Number 10: The Mask of Infamy

Tortured: Alfred F. Jones

Torturer: Ivan Braginski

Death of victim?: Nyet.

Ivan rested his chin on the back of his hand, looking at the American that had been brought before him by a few soldiers. He was young, maybe in his early twenties, or perhaps even still a teenager. His head was lifted proudly, which annoyed Ivan a bit. He shouldn't seem so proud in front of him if he was an enemy.

"Why is he here?" Ivan asked the two soldiers. The first one spoke first.

"He has been insulting the other soldiers around the border. His name is Alfred." He said. Ivan sighed at the situation. Honestly, couldn't the Americans just shut up? They always bothered him in one way or another…

"And why would you do that?" Ivan finally asked the boy. He sneered.

"You stupid communist bastards have no idea what you're doing! All you do is run around and kill people! That is so un-heroic!" He exclaimed.

God, Ivan wasn't in the mood for this. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. He was grouchy.

He needed entertainment.

"Well, I normally do not like to punish foreigners too harshly, but you need to be punished and learn to keep your mouth shut." He said. Alfred glared at him with gritted teeth.

"What right do you have to order me punished?" He hissed. Ivan narrowed his eyes.

"You are in my country, so you follow my rules. Is that understood, boy?" Alfred flinched at the harshness of Ivan's voice, and Ivan turned to one of the soldiers, "Take him down to the cellar while I have the blacksmith make his mask." He ordered. The two soldiers nodded, beginning to pull the boy away from Ivan. His proud expression almost immediately turned into panic.

"Mask? What mask? What are you going to do?" The American demanded, struggling weakly. Ivan smirked.

"You need to learn to bite your tongue when you have something bad to say, Alfred."

And then he was gone.

-

A few days later, the mask had been completed. It was made of extremely heavy iron, two holes for the eyes, one for the nose, and one for the mouth. The American was brought back up to Ivan, his expression filled with panic as he saw the mask.

Ivan chuckled, "This is going to give you quite a headache." He said, taking the large helmet in his hands and walking towards Alfred. The guards had to hold him still as he shrieked and flailed.

"Don't put that on me! It'll crush my head in!" He yelped, his eyes wide in alarm.

Ivan rolled his eyes, "I made sure it is not deadly weight, American. It will not kill you unless you run into a wall, which I doubt you will be stupid enough to do." He paused, "Unless the eye holes are too small."

Before the boy could protest once again, Ivan had placed the mask over his face and secured the leather straps tightly around the back of his head. He pushed down the weights, and Alfred just began wailing in pain. Think of a migraine that didn't go away and was ten times worse than the one you probably had.

Ivan listened to the American's whines of pain for a while, smirking quite satisfyingly, before he began to grow bored and quite annoyed with it, but it of course it had taken a few hours for him to get to that stage. He turned to the soldiers, who looked pretty uncomfortable with having to watch and hear this.

"Put on the gag. This is getting annoying." Ivan ordered. The soldiers nodded, taking a piece of cloth with a large metal ball attached to it, and the wrapped it around the boy's head, securing the ball into his mouth, and I'll tell you right now, it was not meant to taste good. And God only knew how long it had been since the thing was actually cleaned.

Alfred's wails were well muffled, and Ivan decided to take his punishment to the extreme. He really needed the entertainment. He turned to the soldiers.

"Have little Alfred here serve a week of hard labor. He will keep the mask on for six of the seven days. He will only be allowed to take the gag off when eating, but the mask will still remain." He thought for a moment, before smirking, "Ah, and he may not have any food or water for the first three days."

The soldiers looked at each other before nodding, once again dragging Alfred off. Ivan made a mental note to observe him for the next few days. This was going to be fun.

End chapter one.

Next torture: The Street Sweeper's Daughter

Tortured: Feliciano Vargas

Torturer: Ivan Braginski

Death of victim?: Depends on the torturer