Just a small warning, harsh language is used in this, courtesy of a certain Italian. Hetalia does not belong to me, all credit goes to the creators!
"So, what'cha lookin' for today doc?" I question, glancing over at a small table on my left. Stationed on it we're a needle and thread, and a single scalpel. Shivering at the equipment I turn my head to the right, looking at another small table. Stationed on it was a singular platter. "Lookin' for that again, eh? You're not gonna find it." I say, turning my head skywards, preparing myself for the hours of torture to come. You see, these were experiment rooms, they took you in here, cut you open, got what they needed and stitched you up. The worst part, you felt every bit of it, they didn't numb you beforehand, for they wanted us to feel pain, they wanted us dead. That's not happening to me though. Not while Vanezziano and Romeo are alive and well. No way in hell, I can't let that happen.
"Shut up before I accidentally pierce your heart." He warns, twisting his head around to look at me. Hearing his serious tone, I decide to stay quiet, although, he didn't know how to kill me. We demon spawn don't die as easily as other mythical beings do, we have multiple hearts, so, you could stab us in one, and as long as the other two were functioning, we'd be fine. The man pushes away from the desk he was standing at before striding over to me, standing at my 'bedside', hovering over me for a moment. Without saying a word, he narrows his eyes and grabs the scalpel, beginning to slice through my shirt. Once my shirt is off, he turns to his left, smiling. "Yes, sir. We're ready to start." I raise an eyebrow as he turns back to me, confused about who he was talking to, for no one entered the room.
"What-?" I start before the scalpel slices through my skin, causing me to yell out in pain. I fight every urge in my body to arch my back, as to keep the scalpel from going any deeper, as a result, the intolerable pain becomes insanely worse. Tears begin to sting my eyes as the man makes a few more small incisions on other parts of my body, my arms, legs, stomach, anywhere he could think of, humming a cheerful tune with each incision. With each cut, more ear-piercing screams cut through the otherwise silent room. Six hours into the experiment, tears freely fall down my face as more screams find their was out of my raw throat. "Why must you always scream? It's annoying." He comments, digging into one of the incisions on my stomach, causing me to scream yet again.
"Because it fucking hurts! Cazzo, it hurts! Are you happy I finally fucking admitted it, you damn bastard?!" I yell in agony, barley managing to respond to the mans question.
"This hurts?" He questions, digging deeper into my insides, wearing a sadistic smile. More tears fall down me face as I arch my head back and let out another scream, this time not being able to answer the man. Si! Si, it fucking hurts! Cazzo! The man simply smiles evilly at my pain, his grin getting wider with each scream. At this point, I was banging my head against the table, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were surfacing, what if he snapped earlier, what if he kills me?! How will Vanezziano and Romeo survive?! They're broken in! They'll do anything he asks so long as it's not hurting me! Hell, they even signed their lives away to them! I can't die! I can't have them live a life like that! I need to help, but, with this?! How can I?! I mentally scold myself, beginning to feel worthless. If I couldn't protect my siblings, then what kind of brother was I? One who showed he didn't care? One who had no love for anyone but himself? One who forced himself to take care of them because mama and papá asked me to?! I scold myself more, getting lost in my thoughts, not hearing the mans laughter. Dio, I'm worthless, aren't I? I think before I feel a harsh tug and the ripping of my insides. An ear-piercing scream escapes from my raw throat as the man lifts up a small, cylinder organ. "We've found it sir! The one we've been looking for! They key to longer life! Faster healing!" The man yells, excited about his find. Weakly looking up at the organ, I let attempt to let out dry laughter which only results in me coughing. Only after the coughing fit did I realize, what I had coughed up, was blood.
"You-you...got the...wrong one...s-sir." I tease weakly, the man snaps his head in my direction, slamming the organ down on the platter.
"What is it?! Tell me!" He demands, gripping the scalpel in his hands so that his knuckles turned white.
"Why...don't you ask...my fratello's? They know...that organ." I say, cracking a bloodied smile at the man. He stabs the knife into my shoulder, releasing his grip and putting his hands around my neck, in an attempt to choke me.
"They're useless! They don't know anything!" He yells angrily, slamming my head down on the table, causing the room to spin for a moment. They, they still care? They're still trying to protect me? I think as my eyes widen and the man pulls the scalpel out of my shoulder. They care! I repeat, snapping my eyes in the direction of the man, I smile, deciding to taunt him.
"Maybe you didn't break them enough." I say, the man charges at me, scalpel in hand, aimed directly for my main heart. I lie still, awaiting the fiery pain, it never came. For a solid five minutes I waited, never feeling anything. Blinking twice, I slowly lift my head up to scan my surroundings, I see the man being held back by a woman, who was scolding him about his behavior.
Lovino: What the fuck?!
L'italiano: It's explained in the...*holds up notebook* plot list.
Lovino: You're insane! *slowly backs away*
L'italiano: No, I'm not! *grabs collar* and that's rude!
Lovino: I refuse to be here anymore! *tries to break free*
Valentin: HELLO?! What about me?! My house just got burned down! What the hell am I going to do?!
L'italiano: NO DEBUT, NO ENTRY! *punts Valentin back to Romania*
Lovino: If you're going to do that at least punt him further.
L'italiano: I'm sure someone else will-
Luciano: *slides in through imaginary window* Bella~
L'italiano: What the-?! GET OUT! YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN THIS STORY!!
Luciano: *pouts*
L'italiano: Well... I guess I could-
Lovino: *punts Luciano into the world of the 2p's* No.
L'italiano: Um. *inches closer to you* hey, um, follow, favorite and review. And uh, please check out my other fanfiction, Trapped! Uh, anyways, see ya!