Date Written: September 19, 2011
Word Count: 557
Summary: Canada finally has enough of being ignored and decides to do something about it. Italy ends up joining him on his quest to shed the other countries' blood. Includes yandere!Canada and Italy. Rated T to be safe for now, rating will go up in later chapters for blood and gore.
Warnings: Yandere!Canada and Italy
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
"Mousey, mousey, scrambling and darting through the fields
Watch your back little mousey, or the flying knives will pluck you out of the air
And treat you to a dinner of skin and bones"
The man sung softly, slowly making his way down the set of cracked and stained stairs leading into the dimly lit basement. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, the same menacing smile he wore walking home spreading across his face once again. "My little mouse, have you woken up? I did not shoot to kill, you know." He continued quietly, gently pushing open the door at the bottom of the staircase and slinking inside the large cold room.
The figure crossed the room in a few long strides, bending down to kneel in front of the wooden chair situated in the center of the room. He reached out a delicate hand and placed it on the head of the body propped up sitting in the chair. "My little mouse, why do you refuse to wake up? I promise, I did not mean to kill you." The male added softly, cautiously stroking the other's auburn hair as the expression on his face faded into one of innocent confusion and bewilderment.
The figure slumped in the worn chair shifted slightly and raised his head enough to glance at the kneeling person's face, causing a startled gasp of pleased surprise from the other. "Little mouse, you have finally woken up!" He stated joyfully, springing to his feet and happily clapping his hands together. "See, I knew I could not have killed you!" The man continued, voice easing back into its usual dulcet tones. He paused briefly as he noticed the fear flickering across the dazed face of the figure in the chair.
"Oh sorry, how rude am I! You must be terribly confused!" The person exclaimed, appearing to be shocked at his own actions. "You already know me, of course." He continued with a small giggle, before carefully spinning the chair and its occupant around to face a small window set high up into the basement wall where soft glimmering moonlight filtered though, painting a silver square on the stone floor. "I know how you feel, little mouse. I know how much you hate them all. Even if you try to hide it, even when you think that no one notices that flash of anger in your eyes…I have seen it." The blond added, voice growing softer and placing his mouth beside the other figure's ear.
"I have a little something planned for each one of them, little mouse. And I was wondering if you would be so kind in joining me? Because torture is always more fun is a friend, don't you think, little mouse?" The figure asked gently, straightening up and backing away from the chair and the person slumped within. He was giving his companion a chance to refuse, to leave now. Well, not leave, per say, but a chance to deny becoming involved in this scheme. The other's expression was unreadable at this point, having not changed throughout the blonde's monologue.
"Will you help me give them what they deserve, little mouse? Will you join me in my quest for their blood? I can see that fury in your eyes, you know what you want."
"So how about it...
...Italy?"