Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

46 - Bloody 🇨🇦

Requested by: XxYoushyxX

Canada sat in his room, starting blankly at the wall. His wrists were bleeding profusely but he didn't feel it. It was the middle of the night and everyone was asleep.

Do it

Canada glanced at the shining silver of the knife. He took it and gripped the handle. He positioned it right in front of his eye and plunged it in—just above his eyeball.

Pleasure enveloped him, making him smile and his good eye roll back. He pulled out the knife and stabbed it in again, dragging in around his eyeball. Blood rolled down his cheeks like tears and gathered on his leggings.

Then, Canada took out the knife and reached up to his eye and grabbed his eyeball and pulled it out. He looked at it with his good eye and smiled. He licked it slowly, sighing as he tasted the reassuring taste of blood.

Then the door opened slowly. And there was a gasp.

"My God... Canada?" America breathed. Canada looked over at America and smiled.

"Hi big brother," Canada said. "Come to join me?"

America backed up slightly, "No... You... You are like dad warned."

Canada's smile dropped. He picked up his knife and stalked to America. "And what did dad say about me?"

America backed up to the wall of the hallway outside Canada's door, "N—Nothing!" Canada leaned in closely so he could smell America's breath.

"You're scared of me," Canada whispered airily. He stabbed the knife into the wall beside America's head. "I wouldn't blame you," he continued, nearing America's lips. He licked them slowly, closing his one eye. America was frozen in fear, pinned to the wall.

Canada looked into America's eyes, "Cut out my other eye."

"Wh—What?" America asked shakily.

Canada pulled out the knife and handed it to America, "Cut out my eye." America took the knife and looked up at Canada. "I know your guilty pleasures, Ame," Canada said. "I read your diary. All those entries about you hurting people. Cutting them open. Here's your chance to see blood."

America blushed and pushed Canada into his room, locking the door. He pinned Canada down and gently traced around Canada's eyeball with the tip of the blade.

Then, he stabbed it in, earning a moan from Canada. He sawed the knife in and out, cutting around the precious organ.

He soon reached in and pulled it out, watching the blood drip from it. Then, he put it in his mouth and ate it.

Canada laid there, blind and panting. But smiling.

"How do feel, baby bro?" America asked, leaning down to Canada's face.

"Never been better," Canada said, feeling around for America's face then kissing him.

———

Canada woke up chained to a chair. His arms were strapped around him like he was in...

He was in a straight jacket.

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