The Netherlands walked into the house of the Brazilian, carrying a metal bat, "Oh Brazil~" He almost sang the words as he walked into the living room to see the teen sitting on the couch. Brazil jumped up and looked at the Dutchman, blinking as his eyes widened. He eyed the bat and took a step backwards. "Acha… Ola Holanda…" He choked out. Maarten let out an amused laugh as he swung the bat at the other in a smooth movement. The teen traced the movement however and took a second step back. "What are you doing…?" "I'm keeping my promise to the other countries…"
The taller male chuckled taking a step closer to the other swinging the bat once again. Davi's eyes widened, he dropped to his knees to avoid the bat but it nicked the top of his head. He swore loudly more out of surprise than pain. "More of a contract really." Maarten snorted as he was getting slightly irritated by the younger male, he aimed for his head, took another step forwards and swung the bat in the same movement. Brazil saw it coming yet again and his hand flew up to protect his head, taking the full impact of the swing. He heard his hand crunch. The force toppled him to the ground and he looked up at the man, a scared expression in his eyes. "Almost." Netherlands chuckled looking down at the younger male, he then quickly stomped his foot on the hand he had crushed with the bat earlier, squeezing it between his foot and the ground. Brazil cried out loudly as his hand was crushed under the weight of the Dutchman. Nonetheless, his body froze as he didn't dare to pull his hand away. "Saia de mim!" "Oh, but I'm not holding you." A dark chuckle escaped Maarten's lips as he raised the bat above his head. He moved his foot and the hand underneath it to the left and back to the right repeatedly, on which the Brazilian clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. Then he rolled to his side and started pushing against the man's foot. Sadly for him, he didn't notice the bat at all. "Tsk…" Netherlands smirked and brought the bat down into the teen's stomach , hitting him repeatedly. Brazil opened his eyes and cried out again as he was hit by the bat again and again. He, however, continued to push against the Dutchman's foot to release his hand. The Netherlands finally got his foot off of the Brazilian's hand but before doing so he stomped on it once more. Doing so, Brazil hissed as his hand was once again crushed. He looked at the skin that was turning purple. He then felt the top of the bat pressed against his temple and his eyes widened. "Now stay still, or it'll hurt more…" The Dutch nation muttered, smiling a cruel smile. Brazil pulled away immediately his features full with fear. "Nao!" Maarten ignored the pleading cries that were now coming from the Brazilian as he swung the bat at the other male noticing the attempts of getting away. "I said stay still!" Brazil shook his head and lifted an arm to shield his face, that would've been hit due to his retreat. The bat hit his arm and he cried out then immediately pulled his arm to his chest, he cradled it. He hissed and swore as the grit his teeth. "I told you to stay still…" The Dutch nation faked a sigh and shook his head disappointedly before grinning, he then kicked the other in the face, earning him a hiss from the Brazilian who recoiled as he was kicked. "Listen to your elders, son."
Brazil struggled to his feet, holding his most likely broken nose with his good hand and his bruised arm was pinned across his stomach. "F-Fuck off Holanda…" He breathed out.
Maarten chuckled, "Can't do." He then swung the bat at the man, aiming for his head. Brazil jumped backwards, gritting his teeth, a scowl appeared on his face. His eyes were slightly glazy as he glared at the Dutchman. "I'm not gonna let you kill me… Not anymore." Brazil said, his voice full with anger mixed with fear. "That's sad because… Well.." The Dutchman chuckled as his fist suddenly shot out and punched the other in his jaw. He didn't waste any time and gripped his bat as soon as he felt his fist collide with the other's jaw. Brazil recoiled one more, moving his hand from his nose to his jaw, rubbing it. His nose was crooked and bleeding down his face but he didn't care. He eyed the Dutchman angrily, then looked at the bat, deciding he wasn't going to let it hit him. He was pulled out his thoughts when he heard Netherlands hum his own national anthem. Brazil shook his head in pure disgust. Maarten continued to hum as he swung the bat yet again, kicking him against his shin before doing so. The Brazilian swore as he was kicked and took a step backward, away from the, to him insane, Dutchman. Just to be safe he took a few more steps backwards. "What, you don't like 'Het Wilhelmus'? … Such a pity." The Netherlands smirked and lunged forward pushing against the other with the tip of the bat. Brazil yelped as he was lunged at, jumping back yet again. He then took his good hand and pushed away from Maarten, frowning as he took another step back, out of reach. "It's not tha- Oh wait, yes it is." He smiled bitterly at the Dutchman. "Ah, but it's a song about Willem van Oranje. A great friend he was." The Netherlands smiled, Brazil opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the bat that hit his arm, he stumbled backwards due to the force of the blow. Maarten threw his shoulder against the Brazilian, pushing him backwards. The teen hissed as he was. His injured arm was pushed against also, and Brazil grit his teeth in pain. "Hm… not enough yet." The Dutchman sighed and took a step closer to the other, he decided a different angle might work. So instead of swinging sideways, he now brought the bat up above his head and slammed it down aiming for Brazil's head. The teen's eyes widened as he saw the bat coming, and the only thing he could do in this short amount of time he had was clench his eyes shut and bow his head before the bat collided with him. He cried out and fell to his knees, lifting both his injured and good arm to cradle his head, trembling where he sat. "HOMERUN!" The Dutchman exclaimed triumphantly. He didn't stop hitting the man however, and everytime the bat met with the Brazilian's head, the Netherlands let out a choked laugh. Brazil clenched his eyes shut, feeling his skull cracking slightly and the blood ran down the front of his face. Everytime he was hit, he'd let out a hiss and whimper. After a few hits or so he pushed the other backwards with his foot. The teen fell on his back and lay there, struggling to keep his consciousness. "Oh we're nearing the end… Ah, I have to admit Brazil, you were fun to hang out with until you started acting strange and I grew a great hatred for you." The Netherlands smiled rather smugly and had placed the bat against the other's head while speaking. After he spat out the last words he lifted the bat and swung it with all his force. Brazil let out a whimper and went limp. Maarten scoffed and turned away from the body. "Good-bye Brazil."
