I'm in a sick mood.
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Thread Topic: I'm in a sick mood.
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This is amazing.
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Italy: *shivering in corner* I'm going back home to Austria...Or at least Hungary...
Italia... D: Why'd you read it? You know he'd never do such things to you. ;-;
Italy: E come fai a sapere che?!
...I don't. Gomen... -
Romano: Veneziano, it's a story. ._. As your brothers we'll never do anything to hurt you.
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Italy: You used to hit me all the time too. So why should I believe that? ;~;
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Italy, come on. You know what happens when I get bored. xD
Your hermanos do that to you. They wuv you. .3.
nowletmecontinuethisohonhonhonhon~ -
** would never do that
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In the car, the siblings remained silent for most of the time they were in there. Venezuela was actually concentrating while she drove, and Victor wasn't going off about his day like he usually did. So it was a rather awkward drive.
"Why so quiet, Salvy?" she teased. She knew how much he hated it when she called him 'Salvy'. It was like she was giving God a lower name, but of course he knew that she wasn't trying to do that.
"I just feel a little sick," he whispered softly, giving her a weak smile. He didn't really want to worry her. Worries would lead to complaints, and.. Oh God, he couldn't risk that.
"You do look a little red.." she said, giving a quick glance to him. "How about we stop by the nearest gas station and get you something to drink, si? Though God knows when we'll see another gas station."
"We're in San Salvador.. It's not that poor here.." Victor continued on softly, closing his eyes for a while. "We could stop by the store instead.. It's a farther drive to a gas station, sabes.."
She shrugged. "Good idea, hermano." She drove among the big crowd of cars, screaming and honking at them when they wouldn't move or when the traffic was jammed. "Pendejos! Ponte las pilas!" Of course the cars would honk back, and it was a pretty nice show they were putting on there.
"Piruja!" they hollered back, glaring at her through the windows.
"Mi madre da mejores insultos! Y ella esta muerta!"
Victor's head began to ache, and he felt a bit faint. "Victoria, por favor.." he whimpered, looking at her with his big brown eyes, which were already starting to gather tears. "This is ridiculous."
She snorted and waited through the traffic. "La calle est llena de idiotas. Especialmente aqu, Vctor!" she said as they waited. "Como puedes lidiar con eso? Victor..? ..Victor? Que pasa?" She saw how his face was pale other than his cheeks and how he was pretty motionless.
"Victor!"
His eyes opened from such a start. "Estoy cansado.. No se preocupe.." he mumbled.
"Oh Victor! Stop scaring me! What is up with you? Seriously, tell me! I'm you're older sister, come on Victor," she said, giving him a rather.. convincing look.
"Please, no.. I don't want to get in trouble.." he whined, shaking his head. "I'm alright, really I am..!"
"Then get out of the car.." she whispered softly, giving a very worried look. "Come along. Maybe you just need agua." She parked into the lot, opened the car's door and stepped out.
Victor followed, but as he got off he noticed that there was something sticky on the seat. When he looked back, his eyes widened in horror. Blood soaked through the fabric of the car. He tried to lean back and hide it, but it was too late. His older sister screamed in shock.
"Victooorr! What the crapo happened to you?!"
And he knew what would happen now.. -
"You did WHAT?"
Victor was pushed against a wall by Fernando, and he tried not to sob. He was already in a dress. Crying would embarrass him further. "I swear, I didn't tell her anything! She assumed it and now she's going to complain, it's just her! Please! Please don't hurt me! I promise I didn't do anything! Fernando, please!"
"Too late change this," the older nation said with a sick smile, that heavy accent finally showing as he began to lose it. He shoved Victor to the floor, and the young nation cried out in pain as his body hit the floor with a thud. He felt one of cuts open again, and soon enough blood soaked an area of his shirt.
The taller figure loomed over him, that sick smile still plastered on his face. "What would you like, Victor? The whip or the club?"
Was he really giving him a choice? Which hurt less? The club would hit him in the head, and that would be the end of him. But the whip.. It teared skin much more easily. And at this point Victor wouldn't mind being dead..
"The club.." he whispered fiercely, looking into the older's grey eyes. If only he had bravery.. Then he'd punch Fernando's face to rid of the smirk that still lingered. And how it brightened when Victor decided not to refuse!
Fernando stepped forward and touched the folds of the small dress, snickering at the fabric. "Soft.. like your ass, am I not right?" His voice sounded almost demonic. Victor shivered. Yet still, something in him boiled. Something was going to spill over if he wasn't careful.
From behind him, the older nation almost magically grabbed his club and some rope. Without warning he took the thick strand of rope and forcefully put it around the Salvadoran's body.
"Aiye! Aiye! Para! I'm bleeding and it hurts, stop and take it slow! Owww!"
"Stay still!" he snarled, letting go of the rope and hitting Victor with his club. The thing landed right on his arm. Victor wailed and felt himself beginning to sob again.
"No crying! What, eres bebe? Take it like a man, puto!" He landed another hit on the man's leg, making him cry out uncontrollably. He began to scream as well. The pain was a lot worse than he imagined.
The next time, Fernando hit him in an area in which he was clothed. It hurt less but the pain still remained unbearable. Victor clawed at the ground, praying mentally that maybe the Mexican would give out.
Or maybe..
When the hitting stopped, Victor looked up weakly into the elder's eyes and gave a look full of pure hate. And he whispered, " No wonder no one really likes you.."
The older man stopped for a while. "Callate!" he finally screamed, smacking Salvador again, this time in the face.
Victor's nose began to bleed and his lip did as well. Oh God, was he going to get himself killed now? It was too late to stop though. "Your brothers too.. They thought they could trust you..! Eres monstro..!"
The tears in the grey eyes told Victor that the older man was going to break. He wanted to see that. He wanted to see his anger spill all over the place. "No wonder.. France has always hated and feared you! Why....? Because you're a ruthless monster.. You'll be lonely forever..!"
Did he really mean what he said? God, he was just so angry. So much adrenaline going through him at once. All he wanted to do was to piss of Fernando, and he hadn't meant to go that far.. If that wouldn't work.. He was screwed.
No word came from the other nation. But Victor knew he was going to cry. Just a loud grunt came from him, and all of a sudden he raised the club and slammed it down on Victor's head.
The small man was out in less than a minute.
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