Date Written: October 13-20, 2011
Word Count: 667
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: None that I can see at this point, more gore will come later.
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
I honestly tried to make this chapter longer...I really did...It kind of...didn't exactly...work...Perhaps it's because I keep wanting to have each chapter centered around a specific event/thing? ^-^"
Time has flown by so much faster than expected
What will you do when it finally runs away?
What can you do to counter the stains?
And what if a secret is too hard to keep?
What then?
Russia blinked open one dazed violet eye to peer at the two figures talking casually together across from the chair he was currently strapped to. He prodded through the foggy haze of memories in an attempt to figure out why the hell he was tied to a chair and why his head was throbbing. Russia tried to ask what was going on, but his voice was muffled by the thick fabric across his mouth.
Canada raised one finger, shushing Italy under his breath and glancing over his shoulder at Russia. "Is our little bird awake now?" He cooed, standing up and walking over to Russia. Canada bend down to eyelevel and lightly took Russia's face in his hand, turning it first left then right before nodding and standing up again. "Perfect~ Our little bird has finally woken up! I don't think you were hit hard enough to make you pass out…Italy?" Canada continued, turning back towards Italy.
Italy shrugged. "Wasn't trying to knock him out, ve." He stated impassively, eyes drawn to the two large parallel gashes imprinted into the Russian's head. "But the blood loss…" Russia grimaced at this, feeling a razor sharp jolt of pain cut through his body. "W…w-what…" He managed to croak through the gag, pressing his hands lightly against his bonds and feeling where they had previously dug into his wrists. The fingers of one hand twitched and curled against the thick rope, ghosting around for a solid metal object usually within reach.
Two sets of eyes were drawn to the movement, one narrowing in suspicion and one sparkling with excitement. Canada backed away towards the viscous shadows occupying the corner of the basement opposite the window and knelt down, straightening up with said metal object balanced in one hand. "Looking for this?" He smiled mocking and held out the pipe towards Russia, just out of arms reach. The hand twitched again and jerked to the side against the bonds. He nodded quickly, wincing again as another spark of throbbing pain shot through his head.
The smile turned into a smirk as Canada stepped closer to the tied up Russian, bringing the pipe behind his back. "Too bad." He stated, swinging his arm back around to collide with the mess of bloodstained blonde hair, feeling bone crunch and something gooey splatter his face. Russia slumped sideways with the impact, the two parallel gashes in his hair re-opening and blood dripping down the side of his face in a steady stream.
"Ve, he's knocked out again." Italy pouted, glaring half-heartedly at Canada, who smiled and turned away to set the pipe gently on the ground. Canada took a breath to speak, but was interrupted by the ominous banging of a door upstairs and loud footsteps, coupled with the brash voice shouting, "Hey Mattie, you in here?"
Canada jolted still, the blood draining out of his face and replacing the gently smile with a look of absolute horror. "Merde." He hissed, spinning on his heel and darting through a door partially hidden by the thicker shadows. "Who's that?" Italy asked curiously, glancing towards the door leading to the stairs, towards the voice. Canada's response came from somewhere inside the room he had rushed into, with the sound of running water and rustling fabric. "He wasn't supposed to be coming over today." Canada muttered angrily, emerging from the room with a change of clothes and the blood gone from his face and slightly-damp hair. "Yeah, but who is it, ve." Italy asked again, amusement flickering through his eyes.
Canada sighed once, pausing by the door upstairs. "It's just Gil, probably for pancakes or something; can you stay down here for a bit?" He said in a rush, darting up the stairs before Italy could answer.