XLVII: Creation
Characters/Pairings: Russia/[Insert Baltic State of Choice Here]
Genre: Horror
Rating: T+ - M
Warnings: AU, blood, nudity, sheer creepiness. Psychotic!Artist!Russia.
If you're at all offended or disturbed by any of these, I strongly suggest that you skip this one.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Hetalia, it would be a lot less cute and fun and a whole lot more disturbing. Be glad that I don't.
His blood froze in his veins as he looked around the room, then slowly warmed as he remembered the actions of the previous night. Of the boy's betrayal of him. When the world around him turned red – in more than one way.
He deserved it.
Every piece of furniture was torn to shreds, except for the bed - the only thing still left with its insides intact, though the bedposts were ripped off and mangled as well. Glass was scattered across the floor like hazardous dewdrops. Stuffing leaked from the chair, trailing off-white tears against the dark fabric. In it sat the boy's body, naked, fair in face, a perfect picture but for the blue beginning to snake its way up his fingers.
As he touched the boy, any remaining warmth still left in his body fled, instantly turning him completely white – the body he loved, the soul, having left. His skin took on the colour and feeling of snow.
After a few minutes of staring at the boy, he took up the task of painting him red. He tried to put the color back into him, using his blood as the paint and his own fingers as brushes. He started with the forehead, tracing intricate runes down his face, all the way down his body.
For this, this was real art.
Authors Note: I warned you, did I not?
This one was originally for my AP English Final - I kid you not. The only thing I changed from there to here was the sex of the corpse.
I was helped on this one by my GBF, Michael, who is actually a writer and doesn't only play with other peoples characters.
Please review, even if it's to tell me you think I'm insane and should be put in a Psych ward (like my English class thinks I should be).
~Chi