ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢 [𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯]

Chapter XXIX - It All Comes Down To Suffering

Warning:

Strong Language

Slight Gore

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The girl's heart stopped. Well, not literally but figuratively. Then in what seemed like an act to possibly try to reanimate its host the thumping organ started up its rhythmic pulsing pattern of circulating her body of the fluid she so desperately needed to live.

Y/n was as pale as a porcelain doll. Her limbs seemingly immobile. The female was paralyzed. Well, except for her continuous shaking at the mere thought of even getting a one metre radius of that creature she called a man. Then, and only then he even thought to open his mouth to let his sickly sweet voice enter her ears.

"What are you waiting for?"

He asked, in a mock tone of curiosity. The flag faced man then continued to drum his red fingers on the comically long table, the echo sounding through the spacious room while he awaited the girl's reply to his vulgar request. The all too familiar sound of silence encircled the pair, practically an automatic response for anything in this unfortunate woman's life.

The silence before the storm, and in this case, the storm was the revolt and fury making its way into the swarm of terrified thoughts, halting poor y/n from answering.

"No!"

The female spat in disgust, in a way that was blunt, simple, and straight to the point. Just as america opened his mouth to counter her statement her sweet, but aggressive voice spoke again.

"You do all of THIS, and expect me to, im sorry, KISS you. Are you out of your damn MIND?!"

America nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly. His infatuation with her showing.

"Listen here you damn-"

"No, you listen. Do you even fathom how much I've gone through just to get a chance to be with you? I've betrayed my own family to do this. I fucking love you, I love you okay?! I've literally just backstabbed the only people i care about for a chance with the only woman that matters to me. You. I don't care what you think of me, I love you, that's it. I needed you to know. Sure, I could've just confessed but the chances of you accepting was low! You would probably go with Russia anyway. That filthy commie bastard. I loved him once! You know that! But what you don't know, is that the day we broke up was the day i attacked him! Yeah! I did that! Why? I don't know! I just felt like shooting him that day! - love me y/n, please, its all i ask of you. Take my heart and claim it as if it was your own, I gift it to you. I'm yours to love! As long as you are mine! Sunshine, sweetness, babydoll, darling, kitten, babe, babygirl, toots. Make me yours."

America finished his rant. Well, he nearly manipulated y/n before he ruined it with his crazy bullshit. The young  woman's usually peaceful expression, even in horrendous times, turn into a sneer. She simply scoffed at his tangent.

"You fucking psychopath"

She uttered before her face turned into one of malice and satisfaction as she lifted up her shirt a little, showing a concealed firearm tucked into her belt. She took it out. 

And shot him in the foot.

Not before walking over to the male, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. Then committing the deed.

The sound of the gunshot rang throughout the house. Molded with the scream of anguish and pain. Blood flowed out of the new hole in his foot, seeping and soaking into the navy blue carpet. The blood splatters went everywhere, splattering onto his denim jeans. his trainers also getting the same treatment. Veins bursting, the bullet going right through the foot and lodging into the hardwood floor. Czech burst into the room, carrying an entire first aid pack.

"Who got shot?!"

He yelled over the ringing in both y/n and america's heads. She simply raised a finger to point at the american, whom was writhing in agony.

"I hope it fucking hurts, asshole."

She hissed before walking confidently out the room, leaving Czech to attend to the American's wound. Y/n's anger wore off eventually. She pushed her back up against next to the door. She was processing the entire encounter in her head. 

Immediately she stood up, dusted off the gym shorts she borrowed from Canada.  Its time to go check on the dead Asian.

The iron heels of her boots clanking against the floor, the only sound in this lonely hall. The closer she got to the very convenient hospital room containing the corpse of china, the louder the sobbing and whimpers got. It was a truly unsettling moment. The most important organ in her body thumped against her rib-cage. 

All of a sudden a shock-wave of discomfort emanated from her chest. The pain growing from only a mere seed planted deep into the flesh of the heart, growing into a fully bloomed rose of pain and suffering, one wrong move and it would wilt, causing even more aching flora to bloom. To grow into fully grown parts of her. Maybe that was how people viewed her. A delicate flower who if you mishandled could wilt and die at any moment.

Thankfully, just as soon as it came, it left. As if the roses never existed. As if the petals didnt fall from the cavernous hole torn into the organ she used to call her heart. Her own body was being used against her. Conspiring against everything she worked for. Warm liquid dripped from the e/c orbs created with such love and precision that she was scared that she would never be able to feel it again.

Flickering, buzzing sounds soared from the overhead glowing orbs, sounding suspiciously close to a choir of wasps in perfect unison. Harmonies and voices mixing into one voice entirely. She realized it was voices, not buzzing. The haunting but strangely beautiful sounds of sobbing turned into a unison of agony and torturous reality. 

Death presented itself to y/n l/n that day. It was not the first time nor the last time the unconscious girl would encounter it.

Warm blood trickled from her nose, staining her lovely white t-shirt. 

That would be a pain to wash out.

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