WARNING: This is set during/around WWII

Italic paragraphs/groups of words are flash backs.

Japan smiled down at the British man he was once friends with, his smile not friendly but chilly and cold. The British man glared up, tied tightly to a piece of board and forced to sit up. He had various cuts on him but Japan paid no mind to that, the smile never leaving his face. "Ah…Ingurando. I have something you might be interested in seeing." Japan reached behind him, pulling 10 bloody fingernails out of a drawer.

England made a disgusted face at them, pointedly moving his eyes so he wouldn't have to look anymore. "And why, pray tell, would I want to be interested in seeing those?" Japan chuckled darkly, forcing England too look him in the eye. "Because, these belong to someone you hold dear." England froze at that, his eyes widening a bit. There weren't many people he held dear and not many people that Japan was against.

Japan got bored of England thinking about it and hit his cheek lightly. "Ex colony…burger lover…the hero? Do you know who I'm talking about now? It was quite fun doing this to Alfred-kun, truthfully. He took it like a man, only begging to let him go after seven nails were done…"

Japan walked down the hall and to the room he held a rowdy American in, carrying a metal torture tool in his back pocket. The tool shined brand new but had the color of rust, which was soon found out as dried blood, coating the main part. When he opened the door America showed no response to him, staying where he had been sat down. "Konnichiwa, Alfred-kun." Japan smiled nicely, hiding the tool still.

America just scoffed, turning away as much as he could while being connected to a board in a style that restricted arm movement. Japan tsked quietly and walked around to the front of America, kneeling down. "Can I tell you a secret, Alfred-kun?" Japan didn't wait for America to answer, seeing as he most likely wouldn't. "This is my favorite toy to use on people like you." Japan walked back around the America, taking the tool out.

He lined it up with America's thumb on his left hand, trying not to smirk at the jerk from cold metal he got out of America. "Ready? One~ Two~ Three!" As soon as Japan had gotten to three he clicked the metal, America jerking to get away somehow. The boy already seemed like he was hyperventilating but Japan said nothing, showing him the nail. "Is that...my…?" Alfred started, feeling disgusted. "Yes."

Japan replied simply to his ex-friend, lining the metal up with his left pointer finger. Once he had it ready he counted to three, and clipped the next one. This process continued for the next five nails, getting America louder and more desperate as they went on. Once Japan had finally removed the seventh finger he gave America a break, listening to the boys dry shudders. "Please…Japan…Stop…" America breathed out.

Japan smiled and set the eighth nail, going right up to America's ear. "No." As soon as that one word left his mouth he clipped the eighth, making the boy more panicked. "Please Japan! Please! Stop!" Japan's smile disappeared for a second and he hit America on the head, silencing the boy for a bit. He lined the ninth finger up quickly, and before America could even utter something he had the tenth done as well.

Japan smiled at the bloody fingernails sitting on the floor and picked them up, taking salt and vinegar off of a shelf he was hiding. He carelessly poured it only Alfred's fingers, relishing the moans and screams of pain that came out of the boy. He put the nails in a plastic bag, and then with a sudden sense of feeling bad, wrapped Alfred's fingers tightly. He kissed the boys temple, knocking him out so he would be easier to drag into a cellar.

England looked scared just knowing that his poor 'baby boy' had to go through all of that. "You bloody bastard!" Japan smirked and nodded, tilting his head to ponder a bit. "Actually if I think correctly, this also belongs to one of your friends." Japan held out a bag that had what looked like a few pieces of curly blonde hair and a testicle. England made a grossed out face, honestly having no clue why Japan showed him it.

"This, my dear, is France's. It didn't fit in his mouth with the rest. A shame really, guess he had a small mouth." England looked utterly disgusted then, but scared for France at the same time. Japan smiled at that, shoving the bag closer to England's face so he could study it. "This was another one of my ideas for you, don't you know?"

France laid tied eagle style and naked to a board, staring at the pattern on the ceiling. He decided he liked it, it was kinky, and from the position he might get sex. Japan walked in, the click of him locking the door audible through the whole room. France smirked at him, ego blooming when he saw the silent and self preserved Japanese man walk in, since his mind was still on sex.

"Finally want a try? Hon hon hon~" France asked waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Japan gave the French man a coy smile, walking over to a closed cabinet and opening it. From what France could tell, Japan had pulled out a pair of gloves, a needle, some thread, a plastic bag, shears, and a large knife. Japan walked back over to France with the tools, smile transforming into a deranged one.

"Watashi wa anata ga anata no ki no karada no bubun, Furansu de chissoku mite o tanoshimi itadakemasu." Japan replied, pulling the plastic gloves up to his elbows. He took the shears next, cutting the wispy blonde curls of hair around Frances private area off, making sure to cut the full amount and not just half. Once he had the wisps all cut off he put them in a pile, France staring in confusion.

Next Japan picked the large knife up, lifting it and cutting off his privates in one smooth move. He covered France's mouth to not hear the scream, and waited until the man turned silent to continue. He chopped the organ up, shoving each piece in France's mouth. Then Japan quickly cut one of his testicles off, shoving it in France's mouth as well. He took the needle and thread, forcing France to choke on his organ and sewed his mouth shut.

"Oh dear…I forgot to cut the other one off, France! What a shame." Japan removed the second testicle, putting it in a baggie with some of the hairs just to remind him whos it was. France was crying in pain silently, his mouth and privates sending pain signals constantly to his brain. Japan wrapped where his organ used to be up, laying an old blanket on top of France. "I'll come back for you in the morning. Good night France."

"Then of course…there was China…but that's not as important. Now as you can see, I've saved you for the grand finally. And it's quite a simple feat." Japan untied the British man, dragging him to lean against a bamboo shoot. He tied England to it tightly, smiling as he did. Once Japan was done he tilted his head, looking at the man. "I wonder how long it will take this time. Oh well~ It will be fun all none the less."

Japan turned the light off and left the room, leaving the shoot to do its job. Days passed as Japan waited, and finally he got rewarded. Three weeks after he started the shoot it had finally started to pierce the British man's body, heading straight for the lungs. The grunts of pain were delightful when Japan heard them, and finally, he heard the scream of absolute pain and sudden death when the shoot had missed its goal and went all the way through the British man instead.

As Japan sat staring at fingernails, a testicle, a simple jug of water, and a bamboo shoot stained permanently red, he couldn't help but think how easy it was; dealing with the allies.

Boom! Done! Alright, so all of the torture methods Japan used in this were ACTUALLY USED during WWII. Isn't that crazy?!

I'll enjoy watching you choke on your damn body parts, France.

Japan doesn't have an accent/speech impairment like some stories put it simply because I was lazy and didn't feel like it XD

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