Snapped Hetalia 3
Spain
Warning: this will be a very dark chapter and only gore fans should read! No weak stomach allowed here! If you're a Romano fan, DO NOT READ!
All flames shall be used to cook my marshmallows.
It was a typical day in the Spaniards house; Romano goofing off wile Spain did his chores for him. The tomatoes weren't ready to be picked so Romano really had nothing to do other then bug his 'boss'. "Hey tomato bastard, you done cleaning my room yet?" he entered the room to find a very tired looking Spain. "Oh, bastard. I can't have a sick guy cleaning my room, you'll get me sick." Romano pushed Spain out of his room before seeing how far that bastard got in is cleaning. Only half of the floor had been swept wile the rest of the room had junk pilled high. "Stupid bastard." He muttered before attempting to clean up his room.
Out side Spain sank to the floor, he was tired Romano yelling at him. He was the boss! Romano should be respecting him! "What am I thinking? He's always like that." Shaking his head, Spain went to go polish his weapon supply.
As he polished the metal of the swords he stared at his reflection; pail skin, dual eyes, and dark bags from his lack of sleep. It's all because of Romano. He thought, only to realize just what that meant. No! Stop thinking like that! It's not Roma's fault! But another voice in his head told him different. But it is, if you have never took him in, none of this would have happened. You could end it you know. He's only half a nation, his brother could take over and nothing will change. You'll be ridding the world of a nescience; you'll be doing them all a favor. The idea slowly became more appealing to him. He had the motive and they weapon, he could even make some nice tomato soup with cheese* wile cleaning up. Maybe he could give some of the German soldiers, Romano had always hated them.
"Oh Romano" Spain called, no longer feeling tired or sick. "Will you come here for a moment?"
As the lazy Italian worked his way down the stairs and into the weapons room, Spain had every thing set up. "What do you want you tomato basta-" but before he could finish what he was saying, Spain had cut him down. Slicing Romano from his shoulder to his kidney with the old axe. Ah! The beautiful red sauce that fell to the floor reminded him so of tomatoes. He could make some nice soap with that.
There was a feast later that day at the Spaniards house. All the German soilgers were invited, as well has Romano's older brother. When asked were little Roma was, Span merely said he wasn't feeling well so he went to bed early.
* Romano is a type of cheese, so it's a pun. Plus, tomato soup is good with cheese.
