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Pretty weird seeing me update so early, eh? Lemme just say that this story has been on my mind a lot lately. Have the whole fucking scenario planned out. Gonna make you go ballistic.

I should stop...

We're finally at the island episodes! Aww yeah boi. I decided to make all of them in a little arc or something, I don't know. But this is the first part.

We finally get to see the Allies. Fuck yes.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter, my lovelies. :3

Warning: This chapter is gonna have some graphic violence and gore, just a heads up. I watched some Elfen Lied right before writing this, so... yeah.

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writersoftheuniverse: nuu dont cri fam ;-; I personally don't know how it feels to be bullied, but many people I know were bullied once in their life, so... well yeah. This is the chapter you've been waiting for, fam. :D

Midnightsalem: You may kill me now. Go ahead. YOU GOT IT BOI! 10 POINTS! Lol, okay I'll stop. No probs, bro.

The Impala has my fez: That name tho. Truly amazing. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. What, you were expecting some witty one-liner? They don't pay me enough to do this...

. . .

How did I even get myself into this situation?

Hell if I know.

Of all the places we could be right now, it had to be the island.

The motherfucking island.

I was sitting under a palm tree in the shade, far away from the water. Italy was playing in the water, doing his own thing. Germany and Japan were sitting in the sand, probably discussing something. I kept my distance from them, because I felt like shit at the moment.

And why is that, you ask?

I was burning up.

Almost literally.

I could feel the sweat running down my body, my clothes damp and uncomfortable. Of all the things, I had to wear a black goddamn sweater. My skinny jeans obviously weren't helping. My boots were laying next to my bare feet, since I took them off a long time ago.

I scowled and wiped my forehead with my sleeve. I was pissed. Mostly with myself due to my stupidity. What I hated even more is that the guys were here with me. Don't get me wrong, if they weren't here, I'd be more than happy to run naked all across this fucking island. But I wasn't ready to sink that low. As surprising as it sounds, I still had some dignity left.

The island episodes held some of my favorite moments in the entire series. But now? I'm starting to hate them.

What was even worse is the overwhelming heat. I never liked that much heat. I do enjoy a hot shower every now and then, but long periods of heat? Fuck no. I preferred the cold over the heat.

Russia and I would probably get along well.

Goddammit, I can feel the heatstroke coming.

Welp.

"OH FUCK IT," I yelled. I stood up and took off my sweater.

I had a tank top under it this entire time.

...Are you kidding me? How the hell did I not realize that?

"Motherfucker..."

. . .

It was dark at this point, and I was laying by the fire that we made. I was extremely tired, and I could barely hear what Germany and Japan were talking about, but I knew they were talking about the formation of the Axis. Sucked I couldn't hear much, this was one of my favorite parts in the entire series.

Italy was sleeping right across from me, and I smiled at him drooling. I had my sweater draped over myself like a blanket, as it had gotten cold earlier.

I could feel my vision starting to fade, and my eyes slowly closed.

The last thing I heard was a dark chuckle.

. . .

Blood splattered across my face and clothes as I ripped Italy's body apart, piece by piece. I could feel Germany and Japan's shocked and traumatized stares from across the room, staying silent and still, as I had gagged and tied them up earlier. An insane grin spread across my face as I pulled out Italy's intestine. I draped it around my shoulders like a scarf, giggling all of the way.

This... this wasn't me.

I didn't even feel in control. It felt like I was watching a horror movie at three am with no one home, and I was glued to my seat, unable to turn it off. I danced around the room, twirling my scarf in the process. I caught a glance at the remaining two Axis members. Normal quiet and stoic Germany was looking at Italy's corpse with tears streaming down his face, while Japan looked like he was going to throw up.

I giggled again and put my hand up to my face, my fingers caked with blood.

Italy's blood.

I slowly licked one of my fingers, the metallic, coppery taste of blood filling my mouth. I wanted to throw up then and there.

I walked to the back wall of the room, up to another table. It was covered in items, probably torturing devices. I picked up an item, which was a small chainsaw. I turned around, grinning at the remaining Axis, before walking towards Germany.

No...!

I looked down at him, the chainsaw dangling in my fingers. He stared up at me, with anger and hurt in his eyes. I stared back at him with another insane smile gracing my features. I lifted the chainsaw to his throat. His eyes widened.

"Night-night," I said.

I activated the chainsaw, the blurry teeth covering his face from my line of vision, and the loud noise making it almost unable to hear his already muffled screams. I put the teeth to his throat, laughing as more blood splashed all over me and the chainsaw.

The chainsaw died out after a while, and I pulled it back to see something truly horrifying. Not only did I make an extremely large gash in Germany's throat, but I had mutilated some of the lower half of his face as well. I smiled at my work.

I dropped the chainsaw, making a 'clang' as it hit the stone floor. I turned to Japan, who was crying and letting out choked sobs at this point. I walked over to him, swaying my hips in a... seductive way. I leaned down, grasping his chin to make him look me in the eye. His eyes were full of tears and fear.

"You were always my favorite, Japan," I purred.

He stared at me with confusion and shock. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the gag made him unable to.

I giggled some more, and took out a knife. I had it concealed well, and he didn't even notice me take it out.

"See you in hell, honey."

I plunged the knife into his gut. I must have hit one of his lungs, too, because blood poured from his mouth, painting the gag in red. I leaned in and licked some of the blood off of his chin.

I stood up, looking down at Japan with a smile on my face. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears. I could see my reflection in his dull irises.

"Oh, by the way..."

My dark purple hair and reddish-brown eyes.

"Name's Artemis, sweetheart."

. . .

I bolted up, covered in cold sweat. My sweater fell off my shoulders and into my lap. I didn't even notice I was crying until I saw the drops falling onto my sweater. I picked it up and clutched it to my chest like a child hugging a teddy bear.

...How...?

How did I dream about these things? I can be sadistic at times, true, but...

I froze.

Artemis.

The goddess of the hunt.

Who...

Who is this?

. . .

Holy fuck. I've wrote graphic shit before, but it was pretty bad. Personally, I think I did better this time.

This came out later than I thought it would goddammit ;-;

I'm going eventually change the rating of this to M, but something is coming up soon that will definitely have it changed. Believe me. Not giving any spoilers, you just have to wait. ;D

It physically hurt me to write Kiki's dream. IM THINKING OF EPISODE 23.5 AGAIN fuCCCccK

Give me your theories to who Artemis is. I'd love to hear them. :3

Don't forget to leave some questions for the omake (Only ten more days! :D) and vote in my poll!

See ya later. /(^w^)/