Oh, and... I would... MAYBE Google SEARCH (not images) "Judas Cradle," and click on the wiki page, to see a picture of what it looks like. I WILL describe what it looks like, but, if you want to look at a picture of one, I'd suggest doing that.
In fact, only the first part of this chapter's important to the rest of the story.
Oh, and... Don't worry if I describe it as a "pyramid head..." I just have that instinct to add in the "head" part, now...
I'll try, but... XD
Also...
AAAAAAH NEW ZELDA GAME! A LINK TO THE PAST SEQUEEEEL!
And... And EARTHBOUND FOR THE WII U?!
I'm sorry. I can't continue writing anything. I'm dying from my FEELINGS!
Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
And the LAST chapter had exactly 1,700 words in it!
And I'm sure this one will have... I dunno... 1,500 words? Something even and a bit... Weird-ish?
Anyway... The beginning of this chapter would happen during the beginning of the last one, before the first line break.
APHAPHAPH Romano stared at his phone for a while. He just read Russia's message. Now, he was just thinking about it. He would have to talk about it to Spain, (who he hopes doesn't already know,) and he hasn't been talking very much since he was let go.
"Romano?" Spain walked in slowly. "Are you okay?"
Romano looked at up Spain. "Um, yeah. It's just... Russia invited us to dinner at his place. China will probably be there, if we accept his invitation."
'What?! Is he insane?!' Spain put on a fake smile. "Really? Well, what do you think about the idea? I think this will be a good thing, for you. You'll get to see some more friends, and take your mind of off... Well..." Spain sighed. 'I'm sure Russia knows what he's doing.'
Romano stared at his phone for a few seconds, before looking back up at Spain. "I guess so, if you think that it will help."
"I do!" Spain sat down by Romano.
"Okay... If you think that it will help." Romano put on a fake smile, and started typing out his reply to Russia.
aphaphaph Russia dragged France by the wrist to what looked like a metal tri-pod, with a metal pyramid screwed on top of it. France could tell that the pyramid-shaped object was newer than the metal tri-pod thing.
"This is called a "guided cradle," or the "Judas cradle. You don't have to worry about infection. I change the pyramid part after every victim... Though, I haven't used it in decades. You can tell from all of the dust on it!"
Francis shook in fear. He understood what was going to happen. He took a shakey, deep breath. He noticed the chains, dangling above it. He followed them, so he could tell what, exactly, they were going to be used for.
Russia didn't bother warning him, before he started connecting the chains to France's limbs. France whimpered, but he didn't protest. 'I deserve this.' He told himself, but to make him feel better, instead of punishing himself.
"I'll be right back. I need my camera, after all~!"
France didn't say anything. He felt that he deserves everything Russia has been doing to him, but it didn't mean that this didn't scare him. He knew that this was going to tear his insides. Especially since it was Russia, who will be doing this to him. He knows that there's a huge chance of infection.
He started thinking about Romano, to calm himself down. 'Has Spain taken you back, Romano? Is he even going to claim you? 'Probably not. He wouldn't force himself on you. He's not... Me, after all.'
Russia came back in, with a smile, his camera, and a bottle of pure alcohol. "I'm back~!" He started setting up his camera, right away.
France spotted the bottle of alcohol almost right away. 'H-He's going to... W-Would that make me intoxicated? Would... That kill any of my people? How would that even... Suicide?'
"Alright! Let's start!" He positioned France. Russia let the chain go loose, making France's body fall.
Russia smirked, when he saw the blood running down the pyramid-shaped object. France's eyes were wide with fear. He started panicking. "S-Stop!"
"Huh? But I thought you DESERVE this! You know, for all you did to Romano? Remember?"
"Please, Russia! I can't... It hurts, a-and..." France threw his head back, and gritted his teeth in pain. He had to try and pull himself up, despite all of the pain he was in.
Russia finally pulled on the chain, so France's body was pulled off of the Judas cradle. Russia could see blood running down France's thighs.
"It's a good thing you're a nation, huh?" He let go of the chain, again.
France tried pulling himself off of the pyramid, again. He couldn't scream, anymore. His throat felt hoarse from screaming earlier. "Russia, please... It hurts..."
"That's the point, isn't it?"
France curled the chains around his wrists. If he doesn't get off of the metal pyramid from this, than at least the pain on his wrists will take away some of the pain from the tearing the metal pyramid was doing.
He gasped in relief, once Russia pulled his body off, again, and locked the end of the chain to the floor. Russia walked up to France, who almost smiled.
"Thank you, Russia." He whispered. Russia kicked the Guided Cradle away, and started unlocking him from the ceiling. He let France's body drop to the floor.
His body was repositioned, so his hips are up in the air. Russia unskrewed the cap off of the bottle of pure alcohol, and started pouring it into France. France screamed through his gritted teeth, and dragged his nails against the floor.
"It doesn't hurt THAT much, does it?"
France gritted his teeth. "I-It stings..."
"Well, don't you want to have the wounds close as soon as possible? I think you should want that, if you don't."
"S-Stop! Too much! It's too much!" France gasped, in realization. "I-I'm... I'm so sorry, Romano... I hurt you in the most embarrassing ways!"
Russia chuckled at him. "You know that I'm going to have to cut your apology out, right? I'm also going to have to remove this, and make our voices a different pitch. I'll probably have to do a bit more than that, to our voices. Though I'll probably try to make them sound like, well... Human voices."
"Russia please, stop!"
Russia groaned. "Shut up." He grabbed a fist full of France's hair, and pulled up, to force France to sit up. "I hope that the camera can see this..."
France was forced to stand up. He was dragged back down, and into the room Russia's been keeping him in. He was thrown onto the cement floor. The door was slammed shut, and locked.
France crawled to the bed, to curl up on. 'I'm so, so sorry Romano. Russia shows me no love, but this is good for me. I'm sick. I need to be isolated from everyone else...'
APHAPHAPH Seriously, though. Poll. I want opinions.