Hetalia One Shots

Heaven and Hell Pt 2

[Surprise!! It's not the end! I scared you didn't I? Well don't worry, this ending is no better than the last ^_^ I was writing it and realized that I was nearing 3000 words on the last part, with a large amount of plot to go, so I went back and split it in half. Trigger warning!! Enjoy~]

When Lukas awoke, it took him some time to remember what had happened. His eyes felt extremely heavy, and his muscles didn't seem to want to move at all. All he wanted was to go back to sleep...he tried rolling into a more comfortable position, but found that it was impossible.

Becoming more aware of his surroundings, Lukas realized he was tied up on a small bed, shirt missing. His legs were tied together, and his arms were tied above his head. A heavy chain was wrapped around his legs and his torso, weighing him down and rendering him unable to move, especially in his weakened state.

He watched with fear in his eyes as Natalya came into his line of sight, her face horrifyingly gleeful as her eyes trailed up and down his body, lingering on his wings. Lukas curled them into his body self conciously. Surely she realized what she was dealing with, and would let him go.

His hopes of freedom were dashed as Natalya, apparently not afraid of an angel's wrath, pulled out a few knives from within her clothing. Taking the largest, she used the blade and gently ran it across the skin beneath his chin, not enough to draw blood, but to frighten him.

"Do you know how long I have wished I could do this?" she asked him, trailing the knife down his neck to his chest. "It's been on my bucket list you know. 'Kill an angel.' Maybe now I can finish my list." She stopped the knife, and returned it to where she started.

Again, Natalya traced around Lukas' chin and down his neck, pressing harder this time as she went. By the time the knife had reached his bellybutton, it was drawing blood. Lukas bit back whimpers as pain began to shoot through his stomach, Natalya carving into it.

"Yep. I always had a dream of killing an angel," she said after the long pause. Lukas looked up at her, attempting to conceal the pain he felt as she carved a detailed wing design into his stomach.

"Why-" he grit his teeth as she began moving up his chest, creating detailed designs out of his blood. "Why do you even want to kill an angel?"

She grinned at him. "Well why not? It's the easiest way to achieve high ranks!" She pulled out a smaller knife and began peeling the skin off between some of the cuts she had made. Lukas almost screamed in pain as he began to be skinned, starting with the small sections of elaborate "design" on his stomach.

"High ranks...in what?" he spit out while she paused, switching knives again. Was she part of some eccentric cult? But how had she known he was an angel?

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you don't know!" She grinned and her eyes flashed black.

"Even humans know angels and demons are enemies."

Lukas stared at her wide-eyed. In all his life, he had never expected that. She smirked at his astonishment, and the obvious fear that now shown in his eyes.

Frantically, he called out to Matthias, now wishing his brother had stayed with him. But Matthias did not seem to hear him, probably still busy, and he panicked more, writhing under the chains.

Natalya laughed. "Oh, afraid now are we? Don't worry! This will only hurt a lot!" She laughed again, a tinkling sort of sound one wouldn't expect from a demon. She again took her knife and began to skin his chest, yet this time, less particularly and more sloppily.

Lukas screamed in pain as his skin was ripped off his muscles, tearing through his nerves and leaving behind raw tissue that stung even more from the contact with air. Natalya let out a sort of crazed laugh as she dug into his skin, this time not cutting up, but leaving a sort of flap. She snatched it and, with immense strength, ripped the skin from Lukas' body with her hands.