Snow and Angel Dust

Rating: M for Graphic Violence

Summary: Alfred did not know how or when he fell from Heaven, or when he was going to get back. All that mattered now was staying alive and figuring out the Russian scientist, Ivan Bragniski's, intentions on being overly friendly. Oh, if only he knew… RusAme.

Animaegan

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters. I am only borrowing them for my sick and twisted amusement.

A/N: Uh where to begin… Oh yeah! The following chapter contains graphic violence and a bit of torture. If any of these things make you uneasy or you're not comfortable reading such things, I suggest you skip this chapter.

Bai-Marionette was here. That is why this seems a bit twisted…We're serious. It's rated M, she got a little carried away…A little is an understatement. Be warned. You have the right to freak out.

#Warning Over.

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::: Chapter Two:

Blood and Tears

Arthur stood at the edge of the wide expanse of meadow, the bright sun having travelled all across the sky to leave the divine world an eye-catching shade of blue and black. The stars shone brilliantly, and the clouds were a delicate pluck of silver.

But he no longer cared for the meadow's beauty. What he did care for…was gone. His little baby boy, he was gone.

Gone.

And for what? Because Arthur had been trying to keep him to his bosom forever. The young Angel had grown since his toddler years, his centuries of running to Arthur's and Francis' side when something called out in the night. He had outgrown chasing after small fireflies and crickets, and then crawling in between his parental figures at late.

He was nearly grown, but Arthur, he hadn't seen it. He had seen the boy change physically, but still tried to remain with the hope that his little boy was still there in the sense of his mind. But no, even that had grown, the mind had grown older.

His little boy was no longer little, nor a boy. He was a young man, who wanted his own meadow and his own family. He wanted to be his own. But Arthur hadn't let him. He wanted to keep his little boy forever, wanted him to be as passive about staying as his brother, he didn't want his little boy to leave him.

He had leashed the young Angel to his side, tried to tie him down and restrain him. They had argued; day after day, night after night after night—

Then one day, when his grown "little boy" had finally grown tired of the figurative cage of rules Arthur had tried to put him in. One day, the "little boy" had snapped and finally let loose everything his nearly grown body could deliver. Arthur had fought him back, his powers more controlled since he was older.

But his "little boy" was strong, stronger than Arthur and Francis and Mathew, and he had struck down on the land he had once called and thought to be his "only home". After that strike, while Arthur tried to gather himself in the debris, the young Angel had turned on his heel and run away. It would seem he was never to be seen again, even after Francis and Mathew had chased after him. He was not found or caught.

Arthur never got a chance to apologize, or to see anything but the look of pure rage on his "little boy's" face. His "little boy" was now really gone. Not just in the sense that he had grown up and no longer relied on him, but had himself torn from Arthur's side. It had hurt painfully, the wound so raw, and Arthur was inconsolable for seemingly weeks on end.

A section of the meadow was still recovering from their onslaught. It pained Arthur everyday to see it. Some of his wounds never fully went away, lingering scars from his "little boy". Seeing Mathew, his "little boy's" near identical lookalike hurt. It hurt so much, once in his moments; he had held Mathew like a babe and promised to never cage him again.

When Francis had tried to take a frightened Mathew away, Arthur had nearly snarled and attacked him. Mathew had had to act as the "little boy" Arthur had lost for a long time…When the lapse of insanity had ended, Arthur went back into being nothing more than a shadow of his former self.

That's when he took to waiting at the meadow's edge. Francis would try to assure him that their son would come back, in his attempts to get Arthur to leave that dangerous side of the meadow…but he never did. He would say the same thing: "I have to be here, when he comes back. He'll want to see me waiting for him to come home. He won't come home otherwise; he can't stand to think I've forgotten him."

So Arthur waited at the meadow's edge, everyday, from dawn to dusk. But, the "little boy" never came back…and every day, Arthur felt the hope of ever seeing his "little boy" die more. With each sunrise and after every sunset, Arthur grew more distraught.

So distraught, that he failed to see the looming dark presences steadily creeping behind his form.

Alfred should have known, as his eyes sprang back open at their own accord. He had felt someone else's pain for a moment. He had felt their pain and anguish, and then their fear and desperation. Just as fast as he had felt it, their connection had been severed by something else and he had heard that same voice repeat what it had said earlier:

Do Not Worry. I Will Save You.

But how could the voice even save him? It was just a voice; it was trying to reassure him that it could against this sadistic woman with a knife. Then again, had Alfred been at full strength, instead of being at this poor state of health that he was currently in, he could have easily broken free of the chair, beaten the woman and then ran until he found somewhere safe to transpire to home…

Home…wait, was he even welcome there? Where was that? When had he come here, again? Had he been captured? If he had been captured, how did his attackers get him? What did they want him for, besides the experimentation?

Well, he wasn't going to find out if he was dead, was he?

Alfred began his struggles anew, as Dr. Arlovskaya came closer towards him, smirking sadistically. She made sure to meet his eyes with her own, as she used a white cloth retrieved from her jacket to wipe the watery blood from the blade.

Dr. Arlovskaya did not raise the long knife high above her head. Instead she turned it over in her hand, and smiled as it caught her reflection. She titled her head, as Alfred's struggles were ignored. The blade shone in the light, and then she suddenly struck. She had used the time between Alfred's movements to successfully time when his vein was most prominent in his efforts, the blood pumping the strongest, his heart at its fastest and his eyes full of fear.

And she had succeeded: She swung her arm down, and imbedded the serrated knife into the angel's upper thigh. A two-sided scream was emitted into the air, scraping Alfred's throat raw, as his hands clawed into the chair's arms, and his legs went painfully still. Something tasted funny on his tongue. His tongue had been accidentally torn a little by his teeth.

The sadistic doctor practically sighed in pleasure at the sound of Alfred's screams, as his flesh was torn and blood spilled from the dangerous wound to coat his thigh. Thick and warm, crimson blood ran down his leg in all directions.

Help, Alfred thought, God, somebody help me! Deciding the poor Angel had had enough; she twisted the blade sharply and began to cut down his leg. "You are doing very well, Angel," she said. "I was expecting to hear more of your beautiful screams."

"Shut up," Alfred murmured, as he tried to rise above the pain, it felt like something or someone else was speaking for him. For some reason, he felt someone else's anger and their emotions were becoming his own. It also hurt. The longer he felt them there, the more he was in pain. It was like being torn in half, by your hands, on the inside; it hurt so much.

"You stupid bitch," he spat at her, the pain of being torn apart from the inside bringing tears to his eyes, as their sky blue color began to glow a sinister shade of dark sapphire. The doctor almost blanched. "Leave me the Hell alone, or I will—"

Dr. Arlovskaya slapped him. She actually slapped him, her grey eyes eying him with the look of someone not used to being disrespected. A short huff, as Alfred's eyes dimmed back down, and his skin became paler with bloodlust, and then the sadistic woman straightened her bloody jacket. "I will show you just to what extent your insult has lessened my mercy on you, Angel." She said the term like it was poison on her tongue.

Alfred didn't meet her eyes; instead, he focused his flat gaze on the knife still imbedded in his thigh. He didn't notice it, but the doctor's hands were slightly shaking, as the Angel said in a flat tone not even his voice: "Do your worse."

Nearly a few minutes into the fourth hour of cutting away flesh, showing little regard for nerves and tissue or bones, and recording down all of her findings, Alfred was covered with his own blood. His blood hair was nearly dyed from all of the splatters and careless splashes made on the tray when the sadistic exchanged a knife or tool.

Then, for some phantom reason, right as Dr. Arlovskaya yanked the blade dripping in blood out of the angel's thigh, Alfred's mind just opened. It was as if the past several hours were just coming back to him, as his eyes widened, and another two-sided scream erupted from his bloodied throat. Dr. Arlovskaya blinked at the sound, and then grinned. When Alfred met her eyes, she licked the bloody blade. It was meant to scare him, but the doctor was caught off guard by the taste of the Angel's blood.

It was bitter. Bitter, not even sweet as she had thought it would be, and it burned her tongue. No, it seared her tongue. She wanted desperately to spit the vile substance. The blood was smeared across her pale lips and cheeks, it made her seem the epitome of macabre. She pretended to laugh, after she spat the agonizing blood at Alfred's face.

The blonde winced, one eye closing briefly, as the spitted blood touched his cheek. It did not burn him; it only made him feel like scum. He was now a crying, bloody, and trembling mess as he began to plead. He hadn't been pleading for hours, making the doctor try vainly to elicit a single cry from him. No, he was pleading. It was as if he was two different people. "What do you want from me?"

The doctor smirked, her eyebrow twitching at his question, and she plunged a blade into the bone of his left wing, the blood painting a portion of his feathery white wing a dark and sinister shade of red. Dr. Arlovskaya almost trembled in pleasure, at the sound of the pleas and cries falling from the angel's lips.

Grinning sadistically, she pulled a syringe filled with a murky black liquid. "I think you already know what I want. I want to know how you got his attention. Why is he so interested in you? You can't be that powerful, because we able to capture you easily, even though you were alone and weak. Answer me or you will find out what this drug does."

Alone and weak? What the Hell, Alfred thought, as he struggled to breath, what had happened to me? Who is she talking about?

Confused, Alfred looked up into her eyes shining with anger and her fist clutching the blade shook. He remained silent, still struggling to breathe, and it angered the doctor. It infuriated her. She needed to know what this pathetic excuse of a creature did to gain her "beloved's" interest.

She will have Dr. Braginski all to herself, and this Angel was not going to get in the way of her happiness.

It was some years ago, when the mysterious and handsome being had come into the building. It was straight out of the blue, the management said a higher profile was coming in to work with them, and that they shouldn't ask questions. Which could only mean either that the newcomer didn't talk much and/or at all, or that he was considered dangerous by even the management.

He had been assigned next to Dr. Arlovskaya, something which she would have found despicable, but once she saw him: she knew was a miracle, if she ever knew one.

At first, it was her passing him in the halls, his presence carrying all throughout the corridor, as his eyes remained an interesting shade of dark purple in the lit portion of the room and then bright amethyst in the darker ones.

Then, one day, she spoke up. She strode up to him, as he waiting to get on the elevator in her passing. "I am Dr. Arlovskaya," she introduced, and extended her hand. Some people on the elevator were surprised, whilst the handsome doctor remained impassive. He simply blinked in disinterest. "Dr. Bragniski," he replied back smoothly, in an accented voice that Dr. Natalya Arlovskaya nearly purred at. She couldn't wait to have him as putty in her hands. He would ask for only one, and look for no one else. She would his only, and he would hers to do with whatever she pleased.

Dr. Arlovskaya knew she could do it, as she had done so many and multiple times. She knew that she looked beautiful and every man she had met threw themselves at her. She was sure this one would as well. She had been sure of it.

But it didn't happen. Dr. Bragniski did not throw himself at her, or even open his mouth to compliment her.

Instead, she tried to hide hard she stared and gaped as the handsome doctor with the most alluring and dark amethyst eyes she had ever seen barely glanced at her and then looked the other way. As if he saw nothing. As if she was nothing.

He stepped on the elevator, pushed a button and the doors slid closed with a barely uttered sound. Dr. Arlovskaya was left to stand on the other side, speechless.

"This is not right," She whispered, her tone growing louder as her anger grew as well. "This is not right. It wasn't right, damn it!"

'He should be flirting with me, she thought,and asking for my hand in marriage!' Her jaw clenched at his blatant disregard of her beauty. 'I will have him as my husband, and nothing will stand in my way!'

Natalya stormed down to her lab, and daydreamed about the amethyst-eyed and silver-haired Russian doctor. Whilst also ripping apart some poor victim who she decided had earned itself a "check-up".

"I wonder what could have him entranced that he would ignore me." Natalya was becoming more livid by the second, as her victim continued to scream. She raised a brow down at them, and then huffed, as she took a bloody and drenched cloth to put over their nose and mouth. The victim struggled, as it tried desperately to break free so it could breathe.

Her grip did not relent, as voices down the hall made her perk up. This room's occupants could not be heard, but others on the outside, their voices could be. But what made her become interested in overhearing the conversation; as the victim's efforts to breathe began to die down, it was because of his voice.

"Da," it was clearly his voice. How could she forget its seductive melody, especially when soon it will be asking for her hand? "I am hoping to court an Angel, I saw one within reach. I want to make him my Solnyshko (Little Sun)." A small laugh, "Hopefully, he won't try to run away, once he sees me."

"Th-that is wonderful, sir-err-Dr. Bragniski!" Another voice stammered, "I-I hope, no, I know he won't be able to resist you!"

Dr. Arlovskaya recognized the other voice as the puny doctor form the other hall. Dr. Bragniski liked to talk to him, so she took to breaking the puny doctor's wrist every time she caught him in the act. After, Dr. Bragniski left, of course. She mustn't allow him to see her as some kind of threat.

The sadistic doctor felt the corners of her mouth twitch in the beginnings of her rage. 'Little Sun? Little Sun!? Someone has cast a spell upon my Beloved! I must capture this boy and find out how he accomplished such a thing!'

She stuck firmly to her plan, whilst still keeping an eye on her handsome love interest, she broke the puny doctor's arm when he tried to greet her, and then she charmed one of the management into letting her keep the Angel in her custody. The management had obliged.

The moment she was out of the room, her face darkened. She was going to put that Angel through Hell.

"This lovely drug will make it all better," Dr. Arlovskaya purred, as she showed off the syringe of mysterious dark liquid. From the way her voice was dripping with sweetness, and the way her grey eyes shone with sick pleasure, Alfred knew it would not make him feel better at all.

I have to get away, he managed to think, whilst looking for something to distract her. Needless to say, his attempts failed, as her attention was never broken from the bloodied portion of his wing. Somebody please help me, as he thought that he wanted to cry.

Dr. Arlovskaya mercilessly stabbed the needle into his bleeding wing, pushed her finger down on the trigger and injected the onyx liquid into his veins. The drug intensified the pain to the point where Alfred was shivering, as the throbbing pain clouded his mind.

"Wh-Why are you doing this? I don't understand!" He tried to glare at her, but he only managed to give her a murky look, as his voice and vision slurred "Wh-what did I do to you?"

The sadistic doctor frowned, and then glared. Just as it registered in Alfred's mind that he should try to get away, she had already reached down and gripped his right arm with the strength someone her size couldn't possibly contain and began squeezing until she heard the sickening crunch of his bones snapping.

Have no fear my Angel. I am coming for you.

There was that voice again.

But this time, it was occupied by the voice that Dr. Arlovskaya was all too familiar and keen on hearing: "My Solnyshko, where are you?"

Dr. Arlovskaya's eyes widened drastically at the demonic voice resonating throughout the room. Dropping the blade and the syringe, she grabbed Alfred's throat and began to squeeze, cutting off his air as she began to shake him out of fury, rage boiling her blood as she lost all rational thought.

"Why is he coming for someone as pathetic as you?" She cried out in rage, and there was a low growl rumbling through the walls. Silence, as Dr. Arlovskaya continued to shake Alfred and choke him at the same time, "He should be coming for me!"

Her eyes darkened, as the Angel looked at her further confused, as if he didn't know what she was talking about. This, Alfred's steady confusion with her questions and his utter oblivions, they only served to enrage her further.

She began to squeeze his neck tighter, restricting the Angel's airways, and causing his vision to tunnel and slowly darken. Just as he thought it couldn't get any much worse, the doctor's insisting that it was all his fault, that he was worthless and trash, added with the choking and shaking—

They all stopped. The pressure was gone. It was a bit too late to save Alfred from falling unconscious, however, but right before he passed out, he could have sworn he saw the most beautiful amethyst eyes.

Animaegan Notes: I have perfect excuses as to why this took so long! First off, I am a full-time student, and I have a job so that takes up a lot of time. Secondly, I got sick to where they wouldn't let me work at all and I was rendered immobile. Thirdly, I got into a 3-car accident involving myself, a small car, AND A FREAKING SEMI! So I thank all my readers that were patient with me!

Bai-Marionette Notes: …Well damn, I feel bad about having my excuse for being absent online. I got my flash drive stolen by some bastard a few weeks ago, and I lost everything. I don't want to say I forgot about this story, but I don't have this under my name. It's under Animaegan's. So, when I lost everything, I lost her notes and chapters sent to me too.

Which sucked ass, because those were some good notes. D:

ANYWAYS, we're both glad to be back, and with a new update. A great big and happy thank you to all of you who have reviewed/favorite/followed. They mean a lot to us! Spread the love~