Hello! I am so sorry that it has been so long since my last update, I have been having a bit of personal problems. I have also begun my GCSE exams so it will probably be a while for my next update as well. Please be patient with me. I will be finishing this story so there are no worries there my dears.

Thank you all for being so patient and I hope you enjoy this chapter - Tigora7136

:: Continued ::

Looking at the objects in his hands, Shawn hummed in delight. Choices, choices. He could use anything he wanted and still get the same result, those delicious scream of agony would create a magnificent symphony for his mind to record and add to his metal playlist. After five agonizingly long minuets, the young Irishman chose his 'toys'. A knife, salt and a small cup of ice cubes, oh such fun to be had.

Talking his belt off and placing his carefully chosen 'toys' on the floor next to him, the crazed man quickly tied his victims' legs down, making sure he was safe from any jerking that may occur, this hinted to Alba that he may need to restrain his ex-friend.

"Now before we start this game, I just want to let you know… Don't hold back the screams please, you see it's not as fun if you do and I am sure Alba and I are just dying to have some fun~" Shawn giggled out, loving the way that the 'man' in front of him shook in fear, his head shaking back and forth in desperation. He loved the way Alba looked when he was trying desperately not to laugh, cause honestly, the Scotsman's laugh had a certain ring that just ruined this type of atmosphere, granted it could be freaky but that was usually when he was putting it on.

Picking up the knife from the floor next to him, Shawn stared into the blade, almost hypnotised by the way it glistened even in this dimly lit room, the way the handle was made of smoothly carved wood.

'I am so taking this with me~' The Irishman mentally sang as he quickly began cutting away at his victims' shirt, giggling happily when the begs of 'stop please' and ' I am sorry!' echoed through the room. Finally it was time for some fun.

Placing the blade tenderly against the man's' chest, Shawn slowly began adding pressure, waiting until he saw small rubies surround the blades edge before dragging it smoothly through tanned skin, twisting the knife as he went around in curves and sharp turns, engraving the slender body with 'pretty' marks. Watching with growing glee as long threads of blood slid down the quivering mans stomach, splashing onto Shawn's own shirt as the now injured man lurched forward in an attempt to gain freedom from his Scottish captures grasp.

"Tut tut tut, naughty boy~ you didn't even make a whimper, I am very disappointed in you! I guess I will just have to try harder, wont I…. Alba, you may want to tighten your grip~"

Reaching down, Shawn sadly swapped his 'new friend' for the small container full of salt, quickly unscrewing the lid so that the white crystals could pour out like a cloudy liquid. Holding his hand steady the Irishman began to generously distribute the white dust along the cuts he had created just seconds before. It took all of Shawn's' self restraint to make sure he didn't jump up and dance with a childlike sense of joy as colourful words spewed out of his victims mouth, sweat dripping down his brow as the pain burnt away at him. Salt in open wounds; stings like a bitch.

"Yay~ you finally sang for me, thank you so much!" The younger nation exclaimed " I was wondering if you were ever gonna sing for me~ ahaha, Aren't you glad too, Alba?" Looking up at the elder nation expectantly, Shawn waited patiently for his brothers' answer.

"Aye….. but, you need to hurry it up.. I have a bad feeling"

"But I wanna keep playing big brother" Shawn whined, pouting up at Alba in an attempt to let him 'play' for a while longer. Despite the fact they had been there for three hours already and had already done so much damage, both Irishmen thought they could do better. A few more cuts, a few more slices, a few more cries and pleads. That is all they wanted, that was all they needed.

"Shawn, come on. We need to get going now! "Alba hissed at his younger brother, his hands tightening on their victims' arms in an attempt to quell the feeling of anxiety that was growing within him. Something was happening, something bad. Ignoring the pain in his fingers he continued to tighten his grip, smirking slightly as his ears caught the small grimace from the man in his grasp.

"Have you forgotten why we are here Scotland? We need more time to complete our task, just a little while longer and-"

"No. Finish. This. NOW. Just get this over with, I am getting very bored and waiting for you to finish is becoming tedious" The Scotsman snapped, his eyes sharpening as he challenged Shawn to defy him.

"Fine" The now sulking Irishman spat out, standing sharply, taking the once abandoned knife with him as he stood, letting the anger he felt towards his older brother at that moment seep into his actions Shawn pressed the knifes' blade on the patchy skin of his victim, he began cutting again, bathing in the whimpers and whines of the 'mongrel' beneath him. Letting his old Calligraphy lessons help the younger red-head looked down at his piece of art.

'BURN'

"There. I am finished." Shawn hissed through his clenched teeth, fairly annoyed at his brother for ruining his 'fun'. Nodding once Alba let go of their toys' arms, delivering a swift knock to the back of his head, rendering him unconscious.

"Get out to the car. Now. While I lock up. I do not want to hear a word out of you until I speak to you first, understood. Now, get!" The elder man bellowed, making the younger boy snap into action, all but running out of the room, down the corridor and towards the car. Smiling, Alba looked out of the window, making sure that his younger brother was at the car before turning around, letting his gaze land on his ex-friends' beaten body, allowing one small grimace to escape his throat.

"I really wish it hadn't come to this.. But you knew, you know I would do anything to protect my little brothers. You made a grave mistake my friend. I am sorry" Placing a tender kiss on the unconscious mans forehead, Alba allowed himself to remember all the times they had fought together, laughed together, comforted one another.

"We… we were once great friends… but now, now you are nothing more than the enemy. You have committed a crime a cannot forgive. The next time we meet, you had better be ready for me. Goodbye, old friend…. May your dreams protect you from this reality" With those final words, the red-head quickly composed himself and began to stride out of the house. Closing the door on everything that had once been and burning the bridge that had once stood so strong.

:: End Flashback ::