Watch Me Bleed.
Character: Russia.
Warning/s: Self-harm, blood and implemented suicide.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and/or the characters in any way, shape or form.
Why?
You look down at your arms as your face burns in shame, your cheeks nearly as red as the blood dripping onto the tiles. A sad glance from a man with violet eyes is snuck at you, said eyes quickly falling back to the bloody, black tiles below. A knife rests in your left hand as blood seeps through the fingers of your right, the amount of red, metallic-tasting fluid no longer scaring you. You run the water of the sink tap, cleaning your knife and blades of blood, your teeth grinding anxiously as you watch the reddened water flow down the drain. You reach into the pocket of your pants, pulling out a pair of tweezers as the knife is returned, blade placed next to you on the edge of the bath. You clamp the tweezers together as you push the edge of them into the cut, gasping quietly as you feel your flesh being ripped open. You smile faintly as you see your veins becoming exposed, the blue-purple lines throbbing as they madly try to keep your fingers supplies with blood. You take the razor from beside you, the tweezers being stabbed into your wrist, keeping the cut wide open. You fiddle with the razor 'till it's sharp-side down, running it along your exposed veins, pressing it down hard. You whine and whimper quietly as you feel the blade cut into your veins, a muffled cry of pain escaping you as you feel something in your arm break - some foreign, sudden tension being released.
And in that moment, you know there's no going back.
A/N: Short, I know, but it was one of those vent-fics that I wrote during class and the teacher was pestering me to get work done. Hopefully I didn't make too many people squirm...
Anyways, please rate and/or review, they make me happy inside. c:
Laters,
-Nimu.