The Sweet Secret
Disclaimer: I only own Michigan.
A/N: This is partly inspired by the amazingly gruesome and gruesomely amazing fic 'Pasta' by ThatPurplyThing. I highly reccommend it to all my fellow horror fans.
Michigan hummed softly to herself as she picked up a knife, looking over Austria and debating where to begin. She didn't want to rush it; it wasn't very fun when they died too fast. She decided on the torso, cutting it open quickly.
Another musical scream pierced the quietness and made the Swiss man flinch. He closed his eye, tears-and in the case of his missing eye, blood-running down his face. He hated feeling so powerless, so weak, so...useless. He couldn't even protect the love of his life.
Michigan didn't seem to notice or care for either man's pain, continuing her work. Thanks to the injection, the musician's skin moved away as easily as if it were more clothing, and the vibrant red muscle underneath was exposed.
"Wow, Austria, you have a lot of muscle on you for such a twiggy little guy...not as much fat as I had expected either." Michigan commented
"Hey! Quit insulting him!" Switzerland snapped.
"Dude, have you seen how the guy is around sweets? The only way he'd eat them any faster is if his whole jaw could come unhinged like a snake. And he's not very strong, his only 'work-out' would be for his hands on his piano."
Switzerland growled, but the American ignored him and noticed Austria had fainted from the pain. She gave a disapproving 'tsk' and gave him an adrenaline shot.
The brunette came to quickly, and Michigan gave an indignant huff.
"I thought a man like you would have better endurance, Austria. Even Latvia didn't pass out that fast, despite the fact that I cut off his eyelids and made him watch me behead Sealand."
Austria winced, imagining the horror of such a fate.
Michigan kept talking. "It was too bad their flag came up so soon, I liked Latvia. And Sealand may have been a pain, but he had his nice moments. His death probably would have been a lot less gruesome if he had just shut his damn mouth. I tried being calm, but it was just 'Let us go, you bully! A country doesn't deserve this!' yadda yadda yadda. I was thinking about sewing his mouth shut, but he would have torn the stitches and he had such cute lips, I didn't want to disfigure them."
The two Germanic nations were even more sickened that this girl could do something so vile to two innocent young nations.
She sighed in annoyance as Austria continued to scream as she cut. Then an idea hit her and she began singing.
"Beluga sevruga
Come winds of the Caspian Sea
Larengix glaucitis
Et max laryngitis
La voce to me..." She smirked and placed her scalpel at the top of the cut, which was just below his throat. "Now...sing." She dragged the knife upward, easily slicing through the skin.
Austria screamed again, and it almost did sound like Ariel's singing in the scene Michigan was replicating.
"Keep singing!" She ordered, then began to carefully rummage around his throat.
His screaming grew louder, then was suddenly cut short.
"Yes..." Michigan smiled victoriously, holding up the Austrian's vocal cords.
(Now that I've successfully fucked up the childhood of anyone reading this who has ever seen the Little Mermaid...)
Swizerland almost was sick at the look of twisted pleasure on the girl's face and the look of agony on his boyfriend's.
The girl continued to work on skinning the Austrian alive in front of his horrified lover, the only parts left alone being his hands, feet, and head.
Austria continued to silently scream in agony as the skin of his body was slowly cut away, Michigan humming Servant of Evil under her breath.
"I still need to think what I want you two to be posed like...I know Switzerland will be holding a gun, for sure, but what about you? You can't hold a piano in one hand...maybe a violin? Or sheet music? I dunno, what do you think?...oh right, you can't really tell me..."
Switzerland shut his eye, hoping he could avoid watching.
No such luck.
Michigan sighed and walked over, holding his eye open. She grabbed a bottle and opened it, taking out a glass disc, like a contact.
"Guess I have to do to you what I did to Latvia." She mumbled, putting the disc over his eye and grabbed her scalpel, quickly and cleanly removing his eyelids, chuckling as he screamed again.
The world was blurred with red as his eyelids were cut away and the Swiss man couldnt help but cry out in agony.
"There. Now you can watch. And you don't have to worry about your eye drying out, the lens is specially designed." Michigan smiled and went back to work, singing as she worked.
"And our tempermental God loves to play, with our lives as his chips. The cards are shuffled up and laid as everything proceeds within his grip! We're all trapped in the game of life and there is no way out; puppet strings that we can't see are pulling us about. While our God is watching, we are under his control, and the dice continue to roll..."
Austria was steadily fading away now, growing too weak to struggle.
"Hmm. I guess you don't have too much time left, Austria. At least not in this life." Michigan chuckled and continued to sing.
"The game of life is getting rather tiresome to play, everything's decided on our fickle God's behalf. I can't see our destinies for they're too far away, oh doesn't it just make you want to laugh?"
Slowly, the truggles ceased.
"Roderich?!" The blonde tried to move over to him.
Anakin poked his cheek lightly. "Well, that was short...Oh well." She grabbed a hatchet and cut off the deceased brunette's hands, feet, and head.
Switzerland paled and gagged, nearly being sick at the sight.
"Don't be such a pansy." Anakin laughed as she removed Ausrias body to be used later, licking her fingers clean of the blood.
"Mm...he already kind of tastes like chocolate. Did you know that every nation has a different flavor? It's quite interesting. You never know what someone will taste like. There are some that seem obvious, like Russia tasting like vodka, but others you'd never expect, like Prussia tasting like cherry."
Switzerland tried to tune her out, until she walked into his field of vision with a scowl.
"I don't like being ignored, Vash. What would Lilli and Roderich think?"
"You'd know if hadn't killed them, you little bitch!"
Her emerald eyes flashed dangerously before a twisted smirk grew and she grabbed a syringe.
"I think I know just how to deal with you."
A/N: Cliffhanger again. Aren't I mean? Hahaha, read and review, my lovely little horror fans!