Yá'át'ééh!(yup practicing my native tongue)
ANYWAYS… I decided that I should continue this! REContinued! So be happy! Yes, now bow! JK. Anyways, It took me forever just to make sure this is not as fracken gorey as it possibly can't be!
Please, If you don't want to read multiple ways to kill people then don't read this. Snapped!Russia. VERY SNAPPED!Russia.
WARNING: Deaths, not too good descriptive slaughter, More gore.
He felt the way the blade neatly sliced through the chuckling man's shoulder; he enjoyed the way the man fell in blood spewing mess. He became more excited to try more. Each person was moving in slow motion as he violently slashed every inch of skin there was on this man. One deep cut on the heaving chest, a friendly stab here near the kidney, but an idea befell. Why not skin off his face?
"Da, sounds good to me!"
No bullet shot through his appendages but only through the obnoxious attire. His beam of appalling pleasure made the men stop but that was their error. As he sliced through the limbs and through the necks of the artilleries of these men, his smile grew greater. Attention was drawn to those in horror. Another smile. The way the once shiny blade shone a brilliant red as the white jacket men were torn down. The way their limbs easily sliced revealing white skeletons was appealing to the Russian.
Wanting more groans he turned on his heel. Two white coat men were cowering in the corner, begging to be spared.
"Nyet, I will make both of you fascinating to look at." A dark aura surrounded the teen as he closed in on his pray. Soon howling of horror came from the room. It echoed throughout the main floor.
Going through with his earlier plan, Ivan stood over his once father. A childish smile stretched across his blood drenched face. Using the bloody blade he slowly cut along the dead man's jawline, easily peeling off the flesh from the muscle.
"Lovely!" The Russian teen joyfully giggled holding up the skinned flesh.
Finding staples he picked the perfect spot for his father's face. Four loud 'thumps' echoed in the abandoned hallway. He stood back and looked at his handy work. The skinned face was stapled to a door that happened to be an office.
-oOo-
Ivan was in a state were nothing else matter just the color of red. Slaughter of the lab coat people, the artillery men and the innocent was the answer. The weight of the AK-47 was nothing compared to the RPG-22 used in the Unit 1 facility. The Russian teen watched in glee as bodies of the tortured swarm their skin inflames. A small giggle escaped when a middle aged man collapse at his feet begging for mercy, but only to curl up like a dying centipede. He watched as others with various infections come to a crawl then lay motionless letting their meat severely boil. Why did he enjoy watching the tortured innocent die? Well he was searching for his Matthew in the less obvious places.
There were three floors in the underground cavern. Ivan was on the 1st floor where the exit to the outside world was only dirt. After decimating the first two floors, he finally made it to the last floor, hundreds of feet in the Earth. The last floor was for 'special experiments' saved for interesting vivisection patients but soon to be demolished by a love deprived Russian.
Pure shock came upon the seething Russian when his once cocky companion emerged from the gases of smoke with needles poked in every artery that existed. The Russian fought the urge to spew his stomach acids on the dirty white floors but did not find the courage but only to gaze up at the once friend heavily bound to a silver table. It was not a sight to see anyone you knew in a horrible position of death. Slowly Ivan unfastened the German(Prussian?) from the bounds. He made sure none of his friend's inner anatomy fell out during the agonizing process to set him down. It was a terrible sight to see a friend lay with his innards displaying and hollow eye sockets. Further rage was spread throughout the subversive building to where the final levels led to the unscathed vivisection quarters.
-oOo-
Two more rooms were left untouched. He chose cautiously. The right door seemed promising, but something pulled him to the left. His hand released the vile weaponry merely to grip the knob.
Well anyone happy that this is continuing? Well if you find it INSANE that a girl can type this shiit then you need serious help, cause I'm not the one who is crazy, you are! Haha, but anyways, its just years of watching crazy films and artistic relatives!
Crapp, I think i made mistakes! Oh well, point it out or If you have any questions please let me know!
OKayyy, soo I'm trying to figure out another way to end this. Should it be nuclear? Or suicide? YOU CHOOSE THE FATE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or whatever. I OWN THE PLOT,(idea?) and that's all.
UNTIL NEXT TIME! Hágooshį́į́