A/N: Dark!Norway, hints of mass murder, emotionally hurt Sweden...

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


It was morning, he could see the sun appearing in the sky rather slowly, but appearing all the same. For some reason his hands were bloody yet he did not care, simply standing in the middle of the street and gazing at the sunrise. It was beautiful, he found himself thinking. And red.

Only when he heard a choked gasp did he turn away from the sun, his eyes, devoid of any emotions, just as his face, settled on those of a Swede. The Swede. Sweden. The man who's expression was normally stoic was now filled with horror and despair, his eyes wildly taking in the scene the Norwegian made.

Ah, yes. He looked down upon his bloodied hands, he would have to fix that. Bending down, he wiped them off on the shirt of a young man. The shirt of a corpse. One of many corpses as the street was filled with them - young and old, female and male. All dead. All dead Swedes.

A cry left the lips of the other man, he could hear it all too clearly, and he returned his eyes to the man yelling at him, asking him why, ordering him to tell him. His eyes did not leave Berwald even as he flew into his face, grabbed upon his shirt and almost lifted him as he shook him.

His face stayed devoid of any emotion until Berwald said the word please, that was when a slight smile, a dark and cunning smile, appeared on his face and his eyes glittered with amusement, "I was bored."

Sve dropped him, stumbling back in shock, hurt upon his face - and that was when Norway woke, realized it had probably been a dream and… Shakily picked up his phone to call Sve if only to ensure himself that the man was alright, that he had not physically nor mentally hurt him as he had dreamed.