Date Written: September 19, 2011
Word Count: 443
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.
Snap, crackle, pop
Whoops, there goes my mind
Shattered into pieces like an angry fist shoved through that pretty little window
Tearing flesh from bone and bone from flesh
Creating wounds that no amount of time can heal
The auburn haired figure in the chair stiffened and took in a quiet breath, face staying carefully blank and emotionless. "Canada, ve, I would have never expected this from you, of all people." He stated calmly, slowly raising his head even further to fix the blond with a piercing stare. He stayed motionless like that for a few moments, keeping his steady honey coloured gaze on the other male and waiting patiently for the other to respond in some way.
"Yes…well…You know how it is, things change, people become different, everyone has their own secrets to hide." The taller man shrugged; a tiny smile quirking at the corner of his lips. "Besides, we all get tired of it eventually, little mouse." He continued, leaning closer towards the figure still in the chair, however no longer sitting slouched over. "Everyone has their breaking point. What is yours, little mouse?" He finished in a whisper as he once again backed away from his company, this time going over to stand by the small window.
"My breaking point…" The other mused quietly, staring at the grey concrete floor of the basement. He tilted his head to the side, reddish hair flopping over with his movement. "And what if I do not have one?" He finally asked, glancing up from the floor to fix his eyes upon the other once more, once again waiting for the answer that came after a few more moments of thinking.
"Trust me little mouse, everyone has a breaking point. For some, it takes longer than others." The figure standing at the window outlined in silvery moonlight finally spoke, a smile taking over his features and an amused tone creeping into his voice. He glanced back over his shoulder at the person bound in the chair, meeting his eyes for a brief few seconds before turning back to look out the window. "It is really a beautiful night tonight…" He stated softly, momentarily distracted by the sight outside the window.
The person in the chair shifted slightly, causing the rustle of fabric to draw the other's attention back to him. "I will join you, Canada. You are right, after all." He spoke with a dark smirk and an even more sinisterly happy tone. "After all, everyone has their breaking point…and I would rather like to find mine, ve." He continued with a wider smile and a murderous look flashing in his honey brown eyes.