Finally! The last chapter!

I'm sorry this took so long; I had major writer's block. I am prepared with my sword and shield for the incoming flames of what you're about to find out…

Poland and Lithuania are in fact tortured in this chapter.

BRING ON THE FLA-AAAAAAGH! –Runs-

Torture: Blood Bath

Torturer: Ivan Braginski

Tortured: Feliks Lukasiewicz Toris Laurinaitis (It takes forever to spell those names! Dx)

Death of victims?: Yes and no.

The revolution, to say in the least, did not go as planned. Nothing gets past Ivan in his home, especially if you're stuck in it. It hadn't taken long for him to find the documents that Toris had cleverly hidden in his pillow case, the papers filled with details on where they would meet to discuss and when they would make their move. And Ivan, of course, had not been happy. Only in a matter of days did his soldiers find the mastermind of the plan, Feliks, and bring the blond to him.

"I knew you were stupid, little Feliks," Ivan said, smirking cruelly as he approached the hand cuffed boy, "but never did I expect you to do something as dumb as this, and drag your best friend, my favorite little servant into it." He chuckled softly, before scowling, "Bad move."

He grabbed the polish man by his hair before he could protest, dragging him down those horrible stairs that so many had walked down before. But Feliks would refuse to scream or cry. He had to be stronger. He let out a breath, knowing what was going to come was going to probably be horrible and he wouldn't get out alive.

Best day ever, right?

He roughly shoved Feliks into the room, and he stumbled onto a flat, wooden table. He turned around to face Ivan, glaring, but Ivan ignored him, heaving him onto the table, laying him flat on his back. He untied his wrists, just to pin them at his sides and tie them again to the table.

"I'm surprised you aren't struggling, little Feliks." Ivan hummed.

"Why should I? Whatever you're, like, planning to do, I bet it totally won't hurt a bit!" Feliks exclaimed, sticking his tongue out at the Russian and making a face.

Ivan rolled his eyes, "So childish." He said. He walked over to a small table where a bunch of metal contraptions lay. He picked up a thin, extremely sharp knife, walking back over to the table. Feliks gulped. Okay, made this would hurt... Just a little bit...

Ivan roughly undid the buttons on Feliks' shirt, throwing it open to reveal his chest. Feliks' face was too pale at the moment from fear for him to blush. Ivan brought the small knife to Feliks' cheek, lightly grazing it down, "Shame. You have such a handsome face, too. Tragedy that it's going to waste." He said as blood trailed down the knife. Feliks winced at the sting of the blade, but he was sure this experience was going to become a lot more painful soon. Ivan brought the knife down right between Feliks' collarbone, pressing down until he broke skin. Feliks winced, sucking in a gasp. He wouldn't scream, he wouldn't scream!

Ivan dragged the knife down the middle of his body, digging the knife deeper and deeper into him as he went. Feliks' eyes went wide, tears pricking at the corners, a silent scream escaping his lips. He didn't dare look, staring at the ceiling and enduring the pain. The knife reached his stomach, and he let out a strangled sob. He was getting CUT IN HALF! And vertically, too! Thankfully, Ivan stopped before he could reach any vital regions.

"Is that all? Pathetic!" Feliks exclaimed, wincing. Okay, yeah, it hurt like hell, but he wasn't going to admit that.

Ivan only smirked, "I'm not even halfway done yet, Feliks!" He exclaimed, gently putting the knife down. He walked back over to Feliks, taking a large container and putting it next to him on the floor, "Now the torture really begins."

Using his hands, he opened the gash widely, causing Feliks cry out in pain as his insides were revealed to Ivan.

"Bones. So bothersome in this process." Ivan said, frowning. He began to tear away at the muscle and flesh just under the skin in Feliks' body, lazily dumping it into the container next to him. Feliks cried out hysterically, the pain indescribable. Tears swam down his face as he tried in vain to struggle. The pain completely paralyzed him, and he realized with a sickening horror that he was at Ivan's mercy, if you could really call it that. Once Ivan was done peeling away at the muscle, Feliks was a shaking, trembling mess. He couldn't even speak. He already knew he was going to die in a horribly painful way, and just wished death would give him it's sweet embrace now. He just hoped Toris hadn't been figured out.

Another scream escaped Feliks' lips as he heard a sudden snap. He forced himself to look at what the hell Ivan was doing, and immediately regretted it. That stupid psychotic Russian was using some kind of tool to break the bones around his ribs.

Once that was over with, Ivan lazily tossed the bones onto another table. They'd be useless for the blood bath. Taking the knife again, Ivan cut one of the passage ways leading from the throat to the lungs. Then he pulled that lung out of Feliks' body.

Feliks made inhuman noises, fighting to get a good air supply as he began to choke up crimson red blood. It began to spill out his nose as well.

"You should feel lucky, Feliks. I'm sparing you much more pain by cutting off your air supply now." Ivan said, smiling sweetly despite the blood that covered him. He cut the next tube, removing Feliks' other lung. His green eyes widened. It was impossible to get air. This was it. He was going to be dead in a matter of moments. God, whatever Ivan was putting him through, don't let Liet go through the same thing!

Once he was motionless, staring up at the ceiling in pure horror, Ivan removed the rest of his organs, smiling sweetly as if he was just preparing a dinner. Every organ he removed was put in the container, while bones were just thrown to the side. He did this until Feliks had been completely emptied out, like an animal getting ready to be stuffed. Ivan actually considered stuffing Feliks, but decided against it. He opened the Polish man's mouth, grabbing his motionless, bloody tongue and roughly pulling out the muscle, throwing it into the container as well. He used a knife to gouge out his eyes. He was too lazy to cut his head open and get his brain. The skull was a pain to break, and the brain didn't have as much blood, anyway. Mostly water.

Ivan leaned down, picking up the gory container and placing it on another table. He turned all the lights in the room on.

Sadly, Feliks' wish had not been granted. Toris, in fact, had been caught before Feliks had. But Ivan had something very special planned for his favorite of the three brothers, who were unaware of what was going on. But they probably knew now, judging by the volume of Feliks' screaming.

Toris lay on a table, in the same position as Feliks had been, except not one injury was on Toris. He was unconscious, completely unaware of the horrifying event that had just taken place.

Ivan rummaged around in the container, finding the certain muscle he was looking for. Ah, there it was! Feliks' heart. He picked it up, walking over to Toris and lightly placing it on the Lithuanian's chest. Ivan found it quite adorable, actually.

The sudden warmth from the fresh blood on his chest made Toris wake up, blinking confusedly. At first, he saw Ivan's bloody figure, smiling sweetly at him. Then his eyes drifting down, his green eyes landing on the heart...

He screamed in horror, letting out a dreaded sob. What the hell was going on? Whose heart was that? He looked to his side, seeing the corpse of Feliks.

Dear sweet lord of God in Heaven.

"FELIKS!" Toris cried hysterically, sobbing uncontrollably, struggling to try and get off of the damned table, "NO! WHY, FELIKS, WHY?" He turned to glare at Ivan, "YOU SICK BASTARD! YOU HORRIBLE MACHINE OF MISERY!" He began to yell a dictionary of profanities in his Lithuanian language.

Ivan just kept smiling, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, Toris. You never know what I might put in it." He chuckled, taking a funnel. Taking a large, blunt looking tool, Ivan began to mash Feliks' different organs together, taking the heart off of Toris' chest and throwing it back into the container. Toris could only watch in horror as Feliks' insides were turned into bloody pulp.

Ivan picked up the funnel, walking towards Toris.

"What the hell are you doing?" Toris demanded, but he thought he already knew. He closed his mouth shut tightly, shaking his head. Ivan pinched his nose, and as soon as Toris gasped for air, Ivan shoved the funnel in, holding it in his mouth as Toris tried to spit it out. Toris' eyes became fresh with new tears, "D-d-don't... I-Ivan, p-please don't..." He begged weakly around the funnel, his entire body trembling.

Ivan ignored him, "Should've watched your mouth, da?"

Using a cup, he scooped up some of the bloody red mess from the container. Most of it was just blood, mixed with some chunks of meat and muscle here and there. He poured it into the funnel, the 'food' going right into Toris' mouth. Toris' eyes widened as he desperately tried to spit it out, not allowing himself to swallow as the horrible bloody taste filled his mouth. Ivan once again pinched his nose, forcing him to swallow if he had any hopes of getting air. Toris couldn't believe he was cannibalizing Feliks, even if he was unwilling. Feliks, who he had spent his entire life with. Now he was dead, and Toris was eating him. This was not the fate he had expected.

Ivan kept force feeding Toris through the funnel until at least half of the large container was gone. He released his nose, removing the bloody container. Toris gasped for air, choking and coughing. Oh God, he was going to throw up!

Ivan put a hand over Toris' bloody lips, "Ah ah ah, don't throw up, or I'll just give you more." He smiled sweetly, removing his hand. Toris forced himself to swallow anything that came up, which was harder than swallowing it the first time. He shook uncontrollably from the traumatizing experience.

"K-k-kill me now..." Toris said softly, shaking. Ivan looked at him.

"Nyet. I would never kill my favorite of the brothers." He smiled.

"N-NO! KILL ME, JUST KILL ME!" Toris cried hysterically, once again struggling.

Ivan just turned off the lights, leaving the room, leaving the screaming Lithuanian alone in the darkness with nothing to keep him company except for Feliks' body.

And that's it! Thank ya for reading! If you go to my profile, there's a poll on which country should torture the others next, so if you want, go to my profile and take the poll! The quicker you vote, the quicker the next story will be out.