Hetalia Feels

Pipe Of Pain (S)

Good news guys! There will be an extension on the requests! You all have until the end of the weekend to come up with them. Good luck, and happy requesting!

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Russia closed his eyes, blissfully smiling despite the bitter cold. In his mind, there was no cold.

A warm breeze rustled thousands of sunflowers, all in a field that went as far as the eye could see. Greenery and sunshine was everywhere, the skies were blue as blue could be. It was perfect.

But then he opened his eyes... And the moment ended.

He frowned, tears glistening in the limited moonlight brought in by the tiny window. Biting his lip, he turned back towards his 'secret base'. It was really just a spare room hidden away in the basement.

The walls were full of painted sunflowers. The floors were just concrete.

Anyone looking upon the scene wouldn't know the story behind any of this. The sunflowers. The chipping paint. The dead country. Or- if it was a human- the dead man.

Well, not dead yet.

But he might as well be.

Unshed tears began to break away from his eyes, and then fall, each one containing an important memory. Of good times, of bad.

Most were bad.

Russia took out his 'Magic Metal Pipe Of Pain', as he liked to call it, and, with all of his strength, pushed it into the wall. Straight into one of his sunflowers.

Perhaps it was an act of rage, or sadness, or both, that drove him to do so. But what he did next... Now that was different.

He took off his scarf, something that rarely ever happened, revealing the bandages underneath. He had tried this many times, always failing. Until now, hopefully.

They wouldn't care if he was gone.

He was a nuisance.

A problem.

......A monster.

He tied the scarf onto the pipe, making sure it was secure in doing so. He didn't need a footstool.

When his makeshift- yet strong- noose was complete, he grabbed the horizontal pipe with both hands and pulled himself up, lifting himself over the scarf.

The moment he let go... It would all be over. It would finally be over.

His fingers tightened with the cold. It was almost as if, despite how much his mind wanted to go, his body was begging, pleading, to stay alive.

He hadn't listened to the pleas of others. He sure as hell wasn't going to listen to the pleas of his own body. Yes. He deserved this. He deserved to pay for his sins.

He forcibly removed his own paralyzed hands, and fell onto the scarf.

As he fell, he looked around. He wasn't just imagining it, now, right? He could see it. It was all too clear. The sunflowers, blue skies, warmth.... Yes, this was what he wanted. But did he deserve it?

Russia never completed that thought. His brain fell silent. The room was silent. At least, for a moment.

The only sound was a disturbing crack.

Then, it was over. It was silent. Silent... Forevermore.

A smile graced the dead country's lips, to remain for all eternity.

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A/N

I know this isn't a request. For that, I am sorry. But the request takes a long time to write (don't worry, though, I'll get it done before the end of next week- my due date for finished requests). It's going to be split up into two parts, adding to how long it is, so I gave you this for the wait. I deeply apologize for how suckish it is. I'm sick, I'm tired... But hey, I can't complain. It could be worse!

So, as you can see from the short A/N at the top, the requests will go on for this entire weekend! If you haven't gotten in your request(s), be sure to do that ASAP! (Unless you don't want to. That's totally cool with me. :P)

Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!