Since now, I've always believed that with enough alcohol I could wipe any memory out of my mind. Yes, sounds completely rubbish and ridiculous. But, until now I've always believed that making ever drop of a bottle disappear would make my less pleasant memories disappear with it.
This gruesomely, repulsing, nauseating moment has just made me realize that my theory was all just a justification to become an alcoholic. I can't drink this one to the possibility that I might have just imagined this one away. It's just to disgusting for that. I don't think an amount of alcohol that could fill a tub larger than the Pacific Ocean could even erase this memory.
Why did I just call it a memory? A memory is for something that is over. A memory is what you call an event that's finished and you're just recalling. This isn't a memory. This isn't over yet.
"Big brother, the bumblebee is missing," Belarus says confirming my thoughts of it not being a memory yet. "Do you need me to get another bumblebee?"
Russia frowns and opens Estonia's mouth. "No, he doesn't need a another one. He swallowed it. He probably swallowed it a few rolls ago." He closes Estonia's mouth. "You know a bee still has the ability to sting in death?"
"No, big brother, I didn't know that," Belarus says as Russia closes the lid of the barrel.
Seriously, Belarus, you didn't know that? I think you're lying. Even America knows that, and America knew that before Wikipedia. In fact, I'm the one that told him that. He liked being barefoot as a child a lot.
Not important at the moment. The point is Belarus is lying to impressive Russia. Is she getting this personality from Disney Channel sitcoms or something? Seriously, it's just stupid and not even cute.
"Well, you learn something new everyday," Russia says turning to face Belarus. "Do you have one of your knifes on you?"
Belarus smiles and pulls out a surprising number of knives that where hidden in her sleeves. "I also have three more concealed in my stockings," she says as she pulls even more knives out from her sleeves.
Where in your stockings? Crap, why am I wondering something perverted like this?
"I only needed one knife," Russia stats picking up one of the many knives on the ground. "It's a shame that his tongue isn't able to produce sound any more."
"Yes, it's a real shame that he bite his own tongue off. I did enjoy his screams in the very first roll." Belarus smiles and picks up her rejected knifes off the ground. "What's my knife for?"
Russia grins. "I was thinking of adding something sharp to the barrel to speed up the process." He stabs the barrel with the knife he chosen from the ground. There is no scream, because Estonia isn't able to scream anymore.
I really don't want to think about where that knife hit Estonia. I'm glad that I can't see inside the barrel. But, even though I can't see inside the barrel my imagination is racing. In my head I'm picturing the worse, and sadly I'm afraid that that's not even close to what's even in the barrel.
"May I push the barrel down the hill for this roll?" Belarus asks as Russia positions the barrel to roll down the hill again.
Please, don't push him down the hill again. The first time I heard his screaming as he went down the hill. When he got to the bottom they opened to lid to look at him. His face and body was all scared up with cuts from the wood of the barrel, and his glasses were broken. Belarus poured vinegar on him. Its horrible to think of, and that was just the first roll.
After the first roll, Russia carried the barrel back up the hill, and allowed Belarus to add the bumblebee. They pushed the barrel down the hill again. Estonia didn't scream during this roll down. He wasn't able to. I don't want to think about it, but he somehow bit off his own tongue off.
I don't know if he bit it off in the first part of the roll by accident, or if he purposely bit it off to keep himself from screaming. They loved his screaming, and he was very aware of it. He might have injured himself to take away from their enjoyment.
Goodness, everybody really is mad. Russia and Belarus find pleasure in torturing Estonia till he dies. And Estonia has gotten insane enough to bite off his own tongue. And I'm stupid enough to not just close my eyes or try to find a way out of this.
"Of course," Russia answers Belarus smiling after a bit of a pause. "I pushed him down for the last roll."
Bloody, Russia. Why did you have to smile when you did it? That smile made you seem less humane to me. I used to consider you humane, but with a small sprinkle of creepy. Now I've rewritten that view to just insane with a small sprinkle of nothing.
"Roll number seven," Belarus stats proudly before kicking the barrel down. "You think this will be his final role?" she asks as the barrel rolls down the hill.
"I certainly hope so," Russia says watching the barrel go down. "The knife I added should be stabbing him right now." He smiles and pauses. "He really surprised me."
Belarus raises an eyebrow, and the barrel makes it too the bottom of the hill. "Oh?"
"Yes, I thought he would have kicked the bucket in the first role." Russia laughs. "Who would have thought that little Estonia would have made it through six rolls? Maybe even seven, if he survives this one."
I hate to say it, but I actually wish that Estonia had died in the first role. If he had died already he wouldn't be experiencing any of this extreme pain. Hopefully, this role will knock him out for good. He doesn't deserve this cruel and unusual punishment.
Belarus giggles like some sort of demented schoolgirl. "I most certainly didn't think so." She and Russia start walking down the hill. "I thought he would have been a bit weaker. And not have a pulse when we checked for that in between some rolls."
I really wish that he had been a bit weaker. If he had died on the first roll, then none of this would be happening. It would be over, and most likely I would be booted right out of this horrible hallucination.
"Well, he's surprised me all day," Russia stats as they walk down the hill. "I never would have guessed that he could seduce our sister." He laughs then smiles after a short pause. "Actually, I never would have guessed that he could seduce anybody."
He didn't seduce her! You bloody git! You heard his confession just like me! He didn't lie, and he doesn't deserve having this horrible way to die.
"Well, maybe he found a website with a article that taught him." Belarus claps her hands. "Something with a title like 'How dorks put down their joystick to use another joystick'!"
Belarus that's disgusting. I can't believe that Estonia might be dead, or he might just be bleeding his eyes out, and you're just making fun of him. Is there any level of monster that you can't reach?
I'm afraid that there isn't. I'm glad that this is all going to be over soon. Sadly, this time I know why I'm thinking it will all be over.
That last roll was Estonia's last few moments alive. He's dead now. He hit the knife in the splintery barrel. It got him right in the right place, and he's dead.
I just know it. I have a strange feeling, and the mood feels darker, like the calm after the storm. That last roll killed him, and I don't really need to follow Belarus and Russia down the hill again.
But, like all the other rolls, I follow them. I don't believe that I'm following them by choice. But, at the same time I'm not getting the magical like push that forces me to follow them. I think I'm just following them for the same reason a person watches a horror movie past the opening credits.
I have to. I feel like I have to follow them. I know that I'm not going to be happy with what I find. Death should never be looked at in a joking matter.
Finally, we make it to the bottom of the hill. Russia plops the barrel back up. And Belarus takes the lid off. With the lid off she puts her hands to his terribly demolished face.
She pulls her hands away and frowns. This makes me smile. They can't play with their toy anymore.
"No pulse," Belarus stats moving her hands away. "You were right, big brother, the knife did finish this."
Russia smiles as Belarus hands him the lid of the barrel. "I'm glad that he died in his own coffin. We'll dig him a grave later." He places the lid back on the barrel. "Right, now I'm in the mood for some food."
Seriously, you just killed a guy, and you're making a stupid rhyme like that?
Belarus smiles. "That would just be lovely, big brother."
Heartless creatures. Don't you two feel any guilt? I never thought of you guys in this kind of negative light.
No, it can't be a negative light. Light is good. Both of you are completely evil. You're just in the negative. There's no light in any of this.
How can you guys just walk away like that? You just killed a guy, and know you're skipping off to lunch! That's completely insane!
Wait a second, why am I not following them this time? I don't know. Maybe I don't feel obligated to follow them anymore...
Shit, what the hell is my hand doing? I don't want to open the barrel. I know Estonia's dead. I don't need to see his lifeless face again.
How the hell did I lose control of my arm? Seriously, that's not natural. Wait, I didn't open the lid.
What is this paper thing? Why was it invisible on the barrel? I don't know.
I bring it closer to my face, and words become noticeable. How the hell is this a paper addressed to me? And how was it invisible on the barrel?
Okay, the fact that it was invisible on the barrel isn't important. The fact that it's addressed to me is. Why did hell is it addressed to me?
Ugh, whatever, I need to stop asking stupid questions. I need to just read this stupid paper.
"Dear the nosy Englishman," I read out loud.
Well, that's rude. I don't address my letters like that. Whoever wrote this is obviously a big jerk. Why am I reading this letter out loud anyway?
"You need to pick a world already. Sightseeing might be a thing in your world. But this isn't your world, genius. Pick a damn-"
I get consumed with darkness before I can finish reading my letter.
A/N
Well, here's the chapter I didn't want to write.
I find it sort of amusing. In this hallucination England wants out of immediately, but doesn't want to leave yet when he starts going back into the darkness. The letter came at a bad time, eh?
Anyway, I'm back from my long break off. I would love to go into detail of all the fun things I did, but I don't want to make the author note bigger than the story. So, if ya want to know about my break feel free to ask me.
Oh, and I wrote this one without Des. I didn't want to bother her, since she's sick. So, please point out any mistakes grammar wise.