I wrote this fanfic for my own literary enjoyment and wish to share it with other APH fans. The chapters I post here are not to be taken seriously and I apologize if I offend anyone. Also, I do not support or condone any of the themes I use here. Thank you.
MAJOR WARNING: dark themes (blood, gore, violence, death, cannibalism, etc); implied rape and necrophilia; explicit language and sex scenes; inaccurate historical references; slight OOC; NSFW & R-18
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the APH characters or the franchise; Axis Powers Hetalia rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
~ С Нами Бог ~
~ God is with us ~
Drip drop drip. Drip drop drip.
Red. His hands are red. They are always red.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
No matter how much he cleans them or scrubs them raw until the skin blisters, the red never disappears.
Drip drip drip.
Why is he here again? Oh yes. He is here because they have to pay for their misdeeds. They are naughty children and such children need to be punished, yes? They made a mess of his front yard; now the sunflowers will never grow.
He watched them grow up and thrive. A regal man and a beautiful woman. Four little girls and a sickly boy. The people he sang lullabies to, celebrated birthdays and holidays with, taught how to read and dance and sing. They walked their first steps toward him. His name was their first word. He was first to hold them before their mothers did.
He cannot remember. Everything blurs together, meshing into uneven puzzle pieces. There are so many cracks fissuring his already fragile mind that he cannot differentiate between reality and fantasy.
Did he love them? Did his heart clench at the sight of their broken skulls and bullet-riddled corpses?
Drip drop. Drip drop.
So much red. Is it possible to have too much of one color? Red is the mark of evil, yes? Perhaps it is time for Russia to drench the world in red.