Kona finally woke up. How long had it been since the two of them were in the cafй, she thought. She still felt kind of dizzy and her eyelids were heavy, the same feeling you get when you can barely keep you eyes open and want to go to bed but work urges you to stay awake and you feel tired. But in Kona's case, she knew that she didn't have much of a reason to feel like this. The last couple of moments which she remembered had been glorious.
As she woke up, she found herself to be lying on a soft carpet, in a richly decorated large living room. At least judging by the glass coffee table standing on her left and the big sofa with many scattered pillows behind it, it must have been a living room. The curtains were down and the light was somehow dimmed. There was only one small, not very bright lamp.
Kona was not alone. Alfred was going up and down, carrying some suitcases and bags. He finally noticed that his guest had awoken.
"Oh, so awesome, you're awake!" he exclaimed with his usual cheerfulness. He then kneeled besides the young girl and started staring at her with a smirk.
"Hey Alfred, w-what happened? Where…" the words just faded. Kona realized that she was so sleepy and tired she could barely talk.
"Well, honey, you fell asleep in the cafй and I decided to bring you home if you don't mind." America said softly and caressed her forehead. "Hmm, you also said you wanted to meet the other nations. Guess what! We'll meet them very soon."
"Ahh" Kona's heart was melting. She didn't remember having such a demand but whatever, it was even more super kind of Alfred to do something like this for her. "You are so wonderful."
"But before we head there, I have a small question for you. It might sound kind of strange." America's smirk now turned into a grin, "Tell me, have you ever asked yourself if you want to be a toilet?"
"Hahah, what kind of question is this? Of course I don't want to be a toilet, who the hell would?" she stopped for a second and gave Alfred a thoughtful look." But to be honest, I do have something of a scat fetish, so if I had no other choice, may be I could be one. But only if hot guys and girls used me, though." Kona tried to justify her unusual choice.
But why on earth was America asking questions like that? So weird. This had nothing to do with the rest of Hetalia, she assured herself. However, just like before, it all seemed very familiar. All this had happened somewhere else before, but where exactly? She turned her head to see America, who was sitting Indian style on her side, resting his elbows on his thighs and steepling his fingers. There was something eerie in his expression. He was smiling but not the usual adorkable, childish smile was glowing on his face. No, there was something malicious about it.
" You know what?" America thought for a moment," Many authors of fiction write their works as a means to escape reality, right? And many of them actually want to bring the experiences they describe there in real life, to themselves." He paused for a moment. "Well, I don't know how to say that, but… today you will experience this." Alfred clapped his hands.
"Oh, goodie" Kona felt confused but still happy. Her day was getting more and more interesting and unusual, just like a fairy tale. "But what exactly am I going to experience?"
"I'll make one of your dreams come true, Kona." America stopped and looked her straight in the eyes." I'm sure you and everyone will enjoy this! There are going to be no special effects or painkillers. TODAY, I'LL MAKE YOU A TOILET!"
Kona became even more bewildered than the first time. Why would anyone want to turn her into a toilet? The most uncanny thing was, everything was becoming strangely parallel to something she had encountered before. It felt almost as if she was now in one of her stories, but instead of role playing, she was starring in it for real. She knew it, everything was clear now. Everything that had happened so far, it was just like…
"Open you mouth!" America yelled with a devilish smile on his face. He was holding a syringe with a transparent liquid inside and a large needle attached to it. Kona was in utter terror. She tried to get up but Alfred's leg was faster. He stepped on her chest, cutting her supply of fresh air. After kneeling down and restraining her upper body from getting up with his leg, America tried to open her mouth.
"You say you love me for real, huh? If that was true, you wouldn't have written any of those shitty stories in which you treat me like trash! But don't worry, you'll be able to explain everything about them to the rest of the Hetalia cast once I'm finished with you!" America giggled cruelly while still pressing her head to the floor.
"No please, what are you doing? It was all just a joke, of course you are not like this at all! Please, just stop it, and I'll explain everything!"
But resistance was futile. Kona could move neither her head, nor her body. America was way too strong for her and she couldn't fight him. All she had left were pathetic pledges for mercy and hopes that Alfred would change his mind about whatever he had decided to do.
"Ah, it was all just a joke, just like in that Ameritoilet fanfic! So you imagine your nation as a toilet, is that right?" he asked calmly as he took Kona's tongue out and pierced it with the needle. Sharp pain went through the young girl's body, her arms and legs squirming. It was one of the most unpleasant sensations she had ever experienced but this pain was nothing compared to what was about to come.
Alfred got up and went to fetch something. On his way he turned back to the trembling girl and said in a feigned grave, sad voice:
"You cannot move anymore, dear. Your body has been paralyzed but your nerves are still awake. Now you'll be able to enjoy the pain and suffer incredibly."
Fear and terror were taking their toll in the girl's mind. Her limbs felt stiff and heavy, she could only slightly move her trembling lips. This was not the America from before. It had all been a lie.
She knew the story America had made a reference to, after all, it was her who had initiated its writing. She thought it was really clever and funny back then, not one of her most memorable works, but still… Again, questions were flooding her petrified mind, but the answers did not matter anymore – neither did she strive to know how America had came across her literature works, nor what he first thought when he saw them. All she ever wanted at that moment was to escape, to be in a nightmare and wake up. But this was never going to happen. This was reality, a reality that mirrored her nightmare-inducing stories in which America always met an unfortunate fate worse than death. She had now taken his place.
When Alfred came back, he was holding a pair of pliers. His serene expression was in contrast with the horrified look of the girl lying on the floor. Alfred was neither angry, nor looking like a snapped-out psycho. He was just calm and smiling, looking completely relaxed about what he was doing. He kneeled above Kona .
"Don't worry, darling, I'll try to be as slow as possible so that you can enjoy every moment of it." he whispered softly. "I don't want you to cause problems and bite whoever uses you, so I am afraid I'll have get rid you your teeth. Which is a pity, because they look so beautiful! So perfect!"
With a sweet smile on his face, America leaned forward towards Kona's face and started to remove her front teeth with the pliers.
"So, tell me dear, how did you come with the idea to write fanfics such as "Economic Flushout" and "The Amazing Ameritoilet" , huh? You think I don't know what you've been doing but you are wrong."
Kona was not making any effort to say a word. The pain of having her teeth directly pulled out from their nerve roots was so immense that she could only growl loudly. Tears were filling her eyes as each tooth got shaken with the pliers and then forcefully pulled. Even she hadn't made America go through something so incredibly painful in her stories.
"Darling, why are you keeping silent? I asked you a question. You and your friends seem to be quite vocal while role playing, even pretending to be me, and now you just stay here and whimper. You're so strange." America said in a flat voice while gazing at some point below her neck, not even making any effort to make eye contact with his victim.
The pain was so sharp that Kona could barely breathe. She would rather be anywhere else, have anything else done to her than endure the inhumane torture. Alfred lifted up his head and gave her an innocent smile while proceeding to pull out one of her canine teeth.
"I think I saw something entitled 'My little chicken' and it was by you and the same retarded friend of yours who brought the other shit to the internet. Very gross but I have to admit, you have very creative ideas," he was surprised." If you had actually used them for something useful, may be you wouldn't be here now, laying and sobbing like a little kid, but enjoying the life of a successful and rich writer. But oh well, life is unpredictable."
His eyes met these of the petrified girl. Such beautiful, baby blue eyes, probably the prettiest ones she would ever see. Despite the awful pain, she was still completely consciousness to her utter horror and knew that she wanted to say something, to apologize, to say that it would have all been an awful joke and misunderstanding. She did not dare to move her jaws though, because she knew that the pain would be even more unbelievably strong, and besides, who knew what the psychopath above her could do if she showed any resistance… It couldn't possibly be worse, her mouth was burning with pain and bleeding, her whole head ached and all she wanted to do is pass out but Alfred would never let her do so. He wanted his words to be heard.
"There we go, dear, all done!" the cheerful voice struck her as Alfred brought his hand in front of her face, a handful of her bloody front teeth filling it. "Don't worry about the blood, I'll clean it later. After all, we can't spend all night here pulling out teeth. There are so many more exciting things to do! ~"
Kona was breathing heavily, the bitter taste of blood filling her mouth. At least she was glad that they were over for the moment. The more exciting things to do though, were probably far from what she would ever consider fun, she thought. What was next?
Alfred grabbed a small black suitcase that was sitting near him. He opened it and started to look for something inside.
"Ah, I finally found it!"
With the persistent cheerful beautiful smile on his youthful face, he took out a large pair of tweezers.
"Hope you are not too keen on your fingernails, babe!"
He grabbed one of her small hands and squished it tightly. With the end of the tweezers, he caught her index fingernail and started to pull. Kona just hissed in pain, being too week to scream. The pain was just as bad as having her teeth pulled, if not worse.
"I think we're just like in 'Economic Flushout', don't you think? A series of random, unrelated tortures, wrapped in a story. Except my methods are a lot less painful."
The fingernail was slowly coming out of its roots.
"P-pwease… I beg you! S-shtop." She barely managed to moan with her trembling, low voice.
"There, we're done with this one. Only nine more to go! Awesome!" his loud childish voice filled Kona's ears."Now it's the middle finger's turn. Will it hurt as much as this one?"
The young lady just kept her eyes shut. She wanted to clench her teeth too, but the slightly empty gums in her mouth were so painful that she did not want to even push them together.
"I understand that you are sick and have a lot of unhealthy fetishes. I can even figure out why you would like to see someone shitting on someone else." America observed casually as the tweezers wrapped around the next fingernail." But why, why on earth would you like their limbs to be chopped off, too? Why would you want to humiliate a handicapped person like this, dear?" he sighed.
He pulled out the fingernail opposite the rest of her finger. A load groan escaped Kona's mouth.
"You see, had you been a bit nicer towards me in that story of yours, may be I wouldn't have punished you so harshly, who knows."
With this, America continued to remove the girl's nails. Each of her fingernails was removed very slowly, in a direction opposite her finger, steadily being separated from its designed place, exposing the bloodied skin underneath. Needless to say, Kona was wildly whimpering in pain, not knowing whether this or the previous torture was worse. She now deeply regretted everything she had done up until this point- she regretted writing every single story she had ever posted, regretted ever hearing that knock on her door and answering it, regretting following the stranger. Her favorite character of all time, the man she had once been proud of and the one that perfectly fit her dream man idea, had turned out to be an utter psycho and complete monster. He was just as much out of character now as she had written him in her stories but in a completely different way.
As each of her nails was slowly being pulled, exposing a new wound, she screamed and sobbed, praying that this would be just a too-realistic nightmare and hoping to wake up in bed any minute. This was not going to happen. She was living her nightmare and everything was for real.
After what it seemed like hours, Alfred was finally done with his torture. He collected all the nails and put them aside, next to Kona's teeth.
"And now dear, there comes the best part! I know you're a bit shocked from the pain to form proper thoughts, but please make a little effort. Please, try to recall what happens in your shitty Ameritoilet story?"
What the hell? In those painful times, all Kona wanted to think of was this horrible story. The pain from both having her teeth and nails pulled was so immense that having the same things from her story done to her just made her want to puke. What was America thinking and what was he going to do?
He took some saw wire out of nowhere and kneeled besides the girl again.
"Fangirls like you enjoy seeing strong characters getting hurt and humiliated, getting mutilated and used like toilets, don't they? You like making them submissive crybabies who can only serve to be tortured. And you are never afraid of your choice because the fourth wall's there to protect you." he said softly while trying to lift her left leg. Kona just gave him a look of terror. She was paralyzed and could only scream inside, watching her own body suffer.
Alfred stretched the wire and tightly wrapped it around her upper thigh and added with a childish smile: "A perfect toilet doesn't need legs anyway, otherwise she would run away and the people in need can't use her." He smirked."This wire can cut through meat and bone easily." With this, he slowly pulled the two ends.
America giggled quietly, watching Kona's face deform from terror. The wire slowly dug through her flesh. The pain was incredible. How could America get so angry over a few fanfics? He was completely insane.
Finally, Kona's bone snapped and her leg was separated. Blood started to flow from the fresh stump.
"Heh, how easy, wasn't it? And why is it that you always make Russia such a complete monster who either rapes or brutally tortures your own country, dear?" Alfred gave the groaning lady a puzzled look while he tied the wire to her other leg. "Don't you love your country? And anyway, everybody knows that capitalism is much better than that communist pig's retarded regime, you should know it better. After all, the great life you had been living so far is a result of long years of it. And you aren't even a bit thankful."
As Alfred pulled again, Kona's other leg was also hacked off. She just let a blood curdling scream. Her consciousness had slowly started to fade away and she was just lying on the floor in a pool of blood and barely breathing.
With a wide smile on his face, America proceeded to cut through Kona's arms with his wire. By the time he finished, she had already passed away from the massive blood loss. Once he was ready, Alfred walked around and kicked the now useless limbs. The beautiful carpet was soaked with blood.
"Perfect." He said to himself quietly. Now the only thing he had to do was to quickly find a way to keep her alive. He could have also pulled out her intestines through her rectum while she was still conscious, just like in 'Economic Flushout', he thought, but oh well, there were so many other fun things he could do now.
"Oh shit, my clothes are all covered in blood and messy. I have to find something else to wear," he muttered.
AN. If anyone has been following this story, I am afraid you'll have to wait for the final chapter because I haven't written it yet.