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Warning...this chapter does have some gore.
Nerves crackled under Russia's skin. This felt quite good...revenge. Leichtenstein deserved what she was getting. A long, angry red burn mark glowed against her pale face. She needed some more of that. "Kolkolkol!" Russia hollered, pressing the steaming hot iron against Leichtenstein's face. Screams flew out of her mouth, and Russia felt even more exhilerated. His heart rate sped up, and his blood starting pumping. Leichtenstein's agony meant his pure pleasure. Behind him, Belarus was cackling alongside Russia, also savoring Leichtenstein's torture and slow, painful death. It was perfectly legal. They were in the Hunger Games, after all.
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Leichtenstein screamed and screamed. The hot iron burned her skin, making pain sear through her like a strong wind. "Stop...she moaned. Please stop,'' But her small words fell deaf on Russia and Belarus's ears. They would never stop. They would never leave her alone. Together, the two of them would torture Leichtnetstein, still a child, until she was dead. Until the last weak wisp of breath sauntered out of her lips. Until her blood seeped out of her. Until her heart stopped beating.
But they wouldn't make it quick.
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"My turn!" Belarus declared, whipping out one of her curved knives. Russia looked at her.
"Remember, only a few cuts, da?"
"Yes, yes I know, Brother," Belarus answered. She let the blade heat up in the crackling fire for a few moments, then approached Leichtenstein, who was still hollering uselessly for her pathetic life. Deciding to leave the face to Russia, Belarus pointed her knife to the her legs, which were largely exposed. With a malicous grin, Belarus slashed the knife into Leichtenstein's skin, making the roares of anguish escalate, but making Belarus whoop in delight. She could certainly see why Russia had been so eager to capture Leichtenstein. Why not pass up an oppurtunit to torture a small child to death.
A thin scarlet line appeared where Belarus had cut, dripping to the dirt ground. Good. Blood. That was what they wanted to see. Some blood compensation for all the little brat had done. Belarus brought up her knife again, and dug the heated blade into Leichtentsein's other leg, butting all the way down the shin, and making sure the white hot blade stuck. But not too deep. This death had to be carried out slowly and painfully. To get the best out of their revenge, and the sponsers would eat it up. There hadn't been a good show like this in the Games yet.
"That's enough," Russia said, selecting a thing metal string that they'd obtained from the Cornucopia on the first day. The two nations had not really found a use for it yet, but Russia thought of something. He placed the string, stretched out to its full length, over the fire, letting it heat up. Then, he approached Leichtenstein and pressed the string to her throat. The screams increased in volume once more as her eyes roared it pure terror. Russia's heart began pounding quicker, sending an elating feeling through him. Pushing back Leichtenstein's head, he tied the heated metal string around her neck, to keep the pain there. Belarus was still guffawing loudly behind her brother. The two of them hadn't had this much fun it years.
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Leichtenstein just wanted to die. Her legs were on fire, with hot blood dripping down them. A billion needles jabbed at her face, and a thing metal string was tied around her neck, searing and choking her all at once. The pain was excruciating. End it.She though longingly. Just end it now.Of course, that didn't happen. The pain prevented her from passing out, but her screams were growing weaker. She was starting to loose energy. Her thoughts drifted. Big Brother Switzerland. What would he think of this? She hoped he wasn't too heartbroken, that he could still go on with his life. Switzerland...who'd clothed, fed, and cared for Leichtenstein for as long as she could remember. Now at least, she couldn't be a burden to him anymore. That was one comforting thought.
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Prussia and Japan were equally skilled swordsmen. Prussia was heavier and stronger, but Japan was faster and more agile, carrying a sleek bladed katana. Prussia wielded a heavy European style knight's sword. His strength and power counteracted Japan's agility. But Japan was now alone. His ally, that weak little girl, was carried off by Russia and Belarus. Judging by the screams that drifted though the trees every few seconds, she was on her way out. Germany, on the other hand, had survived his encounter with Russia.
Japan stepped back...and tripped over a rock. His black eyes widened as he tumbled to the ground, his katana clattering out of his firm hand. Shining with positive glee and relief, Prussia quickly stomped his foot and Japan's chest, and picked up his fallen katana, holding a sword in each hand.
"Well, well...brought down by a pesky rock," Prussia laughed. "Such a shame. Clearly, you will never be as awsome as me, the great Prussia!" He paushed, then yelled, "I am awsome!" As several birds took flight in alarm. Too bad poor little Japan couldn't run away with them. The Asian man's black eyes fixed on Prussia with a mix of disgust and anger, not making a single sound. Prussia's sword was pressed agains Japan's chest, while the katana was poised above his angled face. Japan could be dead within a second.
"Who do you have there?" A voice called. It was Germany, with his sword in hand.
Prussia shrugged. "No one as awsome as me. Just that nerdy Asian Japan." Germany nodded slowly, his blue eyes fixed on Japan.
"Vell...he was a good soldier," He mused out loud. "And we only have the two in our alliance...with Russia and Belarus out there I know we aren't the only ones with power." Germany turned to his older brother. "Spare him, I wish him to joing our alliance."
Prussia looked confused. "W-What?"
"Don't you know Russia and Belarus are evenly matched against the two of us? If they happen to ambush us, we could be dead in seconds! So...spare him. If he accepts." Germany gazed at Japan. "You've proved to me in the past that you are a good soldier." Prussia backed away slowly, his swords still outstretched Japan began to stand up, and shook Germany's hand, his black eyes meeting the bright blue ones head on.
"It would be an honor to fight with you."
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A parachute floated down, its silver cloth twirling in the light breeze. It had Blegium's name stitched into it. The small nation seized the package and looked inside. A small plate of jerky and crackers lay inside, along with a small bottle of water. But...there was one more thing. Belgium emptied the other two items out of the bag, an examined her last gift. It was two geet long, and had a long, cylandrical shape, with a place to put one's lips on...a blow gun. Complete with a set of a dozen darts. Finally, a long range weapon.
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Belarus handed Russia a knife. It was a small one, but so sharp Russia was sure it could cut through iron. "Thank you," He said, heating the razor sharp blade up, A knife was alot more of a useful weapon to torture Leichtnestein with than a spear. He ran it across her face. Her eyes glared at him, but he did not back down. It was her that was going to be killed. Stating at her left ear, Russia sliced into her skin, moving down from her ear to her chin, and back up to her ear, digging the heated blade under her skin. She seemed to have run out of energy or fight to scream, and merely panted loudly as the gaping red smile appeared across her face. The more blood the better. Already, the blood from Belarus's cuts on her legs were flowing heavily to the ground, and more scarlet horror streamed down her face, mixing with salty tears. Next, Russia sawed upwards to Leichtenstein's forehead, savoring all the blood and pain.
After giving Belarus a few more painful cuts on Leichtenstein, Russia untied her bindings, she was growing panicked, but did not resist. Russia took his heated spear, sticking it into the ground, and lifted her small body above it, before forecfully pushing her down on the shaft. The screeches of pain and horror started again. Leichtenstein was impaled in the stomach, so she wouldn't die quickly, yet more blood began to flow. From her mouth, chest, and legs. Russia and Belarus grinned, delighted. They ran the blood between their fingers like it was liquid gold, valueble and precious. They'd just impaled their enemy on a spear, after all.
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There wasn't any part of Leichtenstein that was not screaming to the heavens in pain and protest. Her stomach ached so terribly that black spots clouded her vision, and her entire body shook. Tears flowed like a river down her face, and mingled with her blood, falling onto the dirt below.
"Switzerland..." She gurgled out between a mouthful of blood, "Thank you for taking care of me...I love you!" The pain intensified, but she'd already been pushed past her limit. More blood ran out of her body. She was dimly aware of two siblings laughing at all of her pain.