Sta.sh
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WARNING: THIS FIC INCLUDES EXCESSIVE BLOOD AND GORE, CHARACTER DEATH, SNAPPED COUNTRIES, AND A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER STUFF. PLEASE DO NOT FLAME ME IF YOU FAILED TO READ THESE WARNINGS.
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VOLUME 1
Chapter 1: I thought we were playing hockey..!
It was a warm, sunny day, and everybody was enjoying themselves. The center of town was crowded and busy people filed past each other. The streets were filled. Everyone seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except America; his place was McDonald's for the day.
He munched his way through burgers and fries like no one ever could. A slurp of his shake and a munch of a chicken sandwich mixed together in his mouth. It all goes to the same place, doesn't it?
America unwrapped another burger and crammed it into his mouth. He felt good. Suddenly, his eyes widened when he remembered he had somewhere to be; he was supposed to meet with Canada in five minutes. He had gotten so caught up in eating that he'd almost forgotten Canada has asked to meet up with him at his house, 3 o'clock sharp.
Canada hadn't said why or what they'd be doing, but America knew that with Canada, it could be anything. America wasn't entirely positive he seriously wanted to go, though. He was so engaged with his "diet" that he thought about blowing Canada off to continue eating.
But, America's conscience got the better of him. He knew that Canada's feelings would be destroyed; after all, Canada said it was just for the two of them and special. America considered it and thought, 'Why not?' What did he have to lose? Heck, it might be more hockey.
Canada may have found a bunch more techniques to score more goals; they creamed the enemy team last time. America quickly tossed his trash and sped up to make up for lost time, and jogged to his 'appointment.'
When America walked into the house, he was immediately welcomed by his host, who was pratically jumping in excitement. "Yay, you're here! I've been waiting all day," Came the quietly loud voice from the bouncing boy.
"I'm a little late. My bad, bro. I was eating my lunch and forgot to look at the time." America half-heartedly apolgized.
Canada giggled and responded in a gleefully reassuring tone, "Oh, it's okay. You're here now. What's a few more minutes? I'm used to waiting anyway. I've been so excited about all the awesome stuff we're gonna do, I haven't stopped spazzing since I woke up. I almost forgot to breathe I've been so elated! It's not every day someone remembers me, anyway."
America gave an awkward laugh. He had always remembered Canada and his friendly, out-of-the-ordinary way of life, but Canada's overall enthusiasm creeped him out. America somehow maintained a kind expression, though. If Canada was this worked up, whatever he had in mind must be good.
"So, you ready to get started, America? I've got absolutely everything all ready," the violet-eyed boy said.
America psyched himself up. "You betcha. What do have planned, eh? We gonna play some hockey? I got some new game plans I've been wanting to try out. Or maybe you came up with some more? Also..."
"Making cupcakes!!!!!!!!" Canada gleefully announced.
"Baking?" America saddened. "Bro, you know I'm not good at baking. Remember what happened last time? We had to call the fire department."
"Oh, that isn't a problem! Not at all. I only need your help with making them. I'll be doing most of the work," Canada explained.
America thought about it for a moment. "...Alright, I guess.. that's okay. What really do you need me to do?"
"That's the spirit! Here you go~" Canada handed America a cupcake with pink-tinted frosting.
America's face twisted into confusion. "I thought I was gonna help you bake."
"You're gonna be. I made this one special just for you. Before you got here."
"So this is like taste testing or something?"
"Sorta," Canada said with a creepy smile.
America shrugged and shoved the pastry in his mouth. He swallowed it almost immediately, barely taking time to chew. Not that bad. For a Canadian-made cupcake.
"Okay, now?" America prompted.
"Now," Canada stepped in front of him, "You take a nap!~"
Confused, America opened his mouth but instantly closed it, feeling extremely lightheaded. A wave of nausea and dizziness consumed him, everything spun, and seconds later he fell down on the floor, unconcious.
Chapter 2 - I thought we were brothers! Don't do it!
When America came back into conciousness, he found himself in a dark room. He could see barely anything. He tried to move his head but found it strapped in place with a harsh leather strap, holding his head in place firmly. He struggled, trying to move, but several other braces were wrapped around his chest and limbs, keeping him stuck to the rack he was currently laying on. The rack was formed from sturdy wood, making his legs spread wide as well. He writhed, trying to get out; as he did, Canada suddenly jumped into his line of vision.
"Goodie, you're awake! Now we can start," Canada happily stated. He bounced into the darkness, quickly appearing again, pushing a metal cart covered with a brown linen cloth.
"Canada bro, what's happening? I can't move..!" America hid his fear well.
"Obviously. You're tied down, silly," chided Canada. "That's why you can't move. I really didn't think you needed to be told that."
"Yeah... But, why? What's going on? You said I was gonna help you make cupcakes."
"You are helping. See, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to help me get more."
"Special ingredient?" America was starting to panic and breathe heavily. "What's this... special ingredient?"
Canada giggled like a school girl and answered, "You, stupid!"
America's eyes widened in shock, and his face twisted in fear. The he started to laugh nervously, saying in a voice on the edge of hysteria, "Haah, you got me, Canada. Nice one! I mean, making me think I was gonna be made into cupcakes... Best prank yet! You win everything, you are awesome, you're the best."
Canada only giggled more. "Aw, thanks America. But I haven't played any pranks today, so I can't accept your loving praise."
America started struggling again. "Bro, this isn't even funny. C'mon.."
"You were laughing before." Canada replied. Before America could answer, Canada grabbed the cloth and yanked it off the cart. On the top of the cart was a tray that held various sharp tools and knives a doctor would use, cautiously organized and extremely sharp, as well as a large medical sack.
America was now in extreme panic mode. He was starting to hyperventilate. His mind sped and raced as he tried to reason with the tiny man. "You can't do this, Canada! I'm your friend! And your brother!!"
"I know you are. That's why I'm so happy I've got you. We get to share your last moments together. Just you and me. ♥" Canada smirked and leaned in closer to America.
America did a double-take. "But.. Th-The other guys will wonder where I am. When the taxes get too high... Or when someone needs a hero... I won't be there! They'll come looking for me! You'll get found out." He cried in desperation.
"Oh, America," said Canada. "Don't worry one bit. There are plenty of people who can pay the taxes and even get you out of debt! Sure, the "hero" will be gone.. There'll be replacements. And anyway, no one will find out. How long do you think this has been happening?" With the end of that terrifying statement, the light suddenly flickered on and the rest of the room was exposed.
"Oh god." America reeled in terror at the image that was glued to his eyes. The room was decorated with a twisted party flair. Streamers of dried intestines fluttered across the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of any size were attached to walls, and various organs filled with helium, colored with pastels, were tied to the backs of chairs just like balloons.
The tables and chairs were all made of bones and the preserved flesh of the passed. America winced when he saw the centerpiece of the table nearest to him. The heads of four children, their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, were toting party hats obviously made from their own skin. With a shrill squeak, America realized one of them looked a lot like one of Sealand's classmates, Latvia.
America's eyes darted back and forth, finally falling upon a patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. It was made from several tanned hides of some unfortunate victims. The words, "Life is a party" were messily smudged on in a deep blood red.
America's attention was captured by a certain someone's party horn, which uncurled and teased the end of his nose, making him sniffle. He gasped when he saw Canada, who was standing in front of him again. The boy was wearing a suit sewn from dried skins, all different colors. The Canadian skipped in excitement.
"Like it?" Canada asked. "I made it myself~"
Desperation showing, America tried to plead with the smiling boy before him. "Canada bro, please, I'm so sorry if I did anything to you. I remember you! You're Canada! The one and awesome! I-I didn't mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anybody."
"Oh America, you didn't do anything. It's just that your number came up and, well, I don't make the rules. If I did we wouldn't have to say goodbye at all! We can't turn back now, though."
America started to tear up. Why is this happening? How could it be? He felt a breeze and looked down, realizing he didn't have any clothing on.
"Aww, don't be sad, America... It tears me apart to see you sad," Canada stated, a frown numbing his features. "Look, this'll cheer you up! I brought you a friend."
Out of nowhere, Canada produced a dully painted gray skull. It was a little larger than human-sized, but it had a defining feature: huge eye-sockets.
America gasped in both shock and sadness. "Is... that... Is that... is...that?!"
"America. What's with all these fucking idiots and limeys? They're fucking bitches. Fucking. Fucking. Bitch, bitch," Canada mimicked. "I caught him right before he left! Remember when I left that party for about.. 30 minutes? Sadly, it wasn't enough time to play with him of course; I had to wait all the way until after the party to do that. But maple, I'm glad I did. It was so worth it, just for the flavor alone. Aliens taste so much different than humans, they're amazing! Yeah yeah, he didn't have a number like normal, but when the hell was I gonna get another chance to try an alien? I guess I should of asked where he came from... I forgot. But boy, he was quite the fighter. He lasted a really long time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got a chance to play with someone that isn't a human and try new things! Too bad he had such a bad mouth. He said so many bad words I just had to take his tongue out! Did you know that alien tongues are blue? They don't taste like blueberries, though. Anyways, bad language makes for very bad feelings, America."
America couldn't say anything. He just sobbed and struggled in the tight bonds.
"Well," said Canada with a breath of finality, "I supposed that's enough reminiscing. Time to start."
He put down Tony's skull and grabbed a scalpel, walking over to America's right thigh. Without any flair whatsoever, Canada placed the blade about a couple inches away from America's crotch and began a circular cut. America shouted in pain and desperately tried to pull away, but the braces held him in place.
Finishing the incision, Canada yanked a curved skinning knife off of the tray. Screwing his face up in concentration, he worked it under the skin and sliced the flesh away from the muscle. His curl bobbed in the process.
America ground his teeth as he tearfully watched his flesh peel off like a piece of paper. Canada moved to the other side and repeated the process on America's left thigh. Once he had finished, Canada held up both strips of flesh in front of his brother and started waving them in the air, much like pompoms. America just whined. His thighs burned like nothing he had ever felt before.
Placing the ragged patches of skin down on the bone-table, Canada looked through the tools on the cart. He held up a hack saw. "Say America, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn't hack; hacking is what I do with my knives. This is a saw. I really don't get it."
Canada placed the hacksaw on the upper part of America's back and began slicing through thick skin. America screamed in agony. His body was not expecting the tear in flesh. Everything went black as America slipped into unconciousness once again.
America woke up with a gasp. The stench of blood wafted up into his nostrils. His vision swam into focus when he saw a very pouty looking Canada, who was removing a huge adrenaline needle from his chest. Stomping his foot, the angry Canadian lashed out at his helpless victim.
"Didn't anyone teach you manners?! It's extremely rude to fall asleep when someone invites you over to play with them. Would you like it if I came over to your house and went to sleep? 'Maple, I'm sorry America, you're so boring I think I'll take a nap.' Do you think I like always doing all this by myself? I told you how excited I got when I found out you were next! I was so excited to have a friend and a brother be here with me while I worked. But NO! You've got to be so inconsiderate. You know, I thought you were tough. I thought you could handle anything. I thought you were a hero. Just so you know, I've had children stand up better than you! Do I have to baby you?! Huh? Is that how you want me to remember you, as a whiny baby?"
As Canada stopped to catch his breath, America blinked and weeped quietly. His back was in agony, his thighs were on fire, and there was an intense burning pain in his right leg. As he blinked again, he saw Canada pop something red and squishy-looking into his mouth and chew slowly, obviously enjoying whatever it was.
Noticing America's stare, Canada gulped the morsel down quickly. "What?" He asked. "Oh, this?" He held up another piece. "Well, while SOMEONE was asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg; you're not half bad. Wanna try some?~"
Without waiting for a response, Canada shoved the chunk of meat into the revolted man's mouth. America gagged and spit it out immediately. Canada frowned and picked up the strip of flesh. "If you didn't want it, you could have said no." He contemplated the discarded slimy morsel, the gulped it up, licking his fingers, which were splattered with blood of a certain American. "It's not like you haven't had my cupcakes before."
After swallowing, Canada placed a chaste kiss to his brothers lips. He turned his attention back towards a small can on the tray after a moment. He removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with firey-hot coals. Laying across the top of the coals were several large nails; ones you would see inside a railroad.
As the adrenaline filled his veins, America went into panic mode again. Picking up the tiny can, Canada walked over to America's left. Holding some tongs in one of his hands, Canada grabbed a hammer with the other and carefully took aim.
"No, Canada!" America screamed in horror. "NO!!! NOOO!"
Chapter 3 - All nations have an end eventually..
Canada rolled his violet eyes. Setting down the hammer and tongs, he walked back in front of his brother and stared pensively at the broken nation. Tony didn't even cry this much when he had a live parasite shoved down his throat! He thought for a minute about what to do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration.
Rotating a wheel on the rack, Canada laid America on his back, then moved to his legs, bringing the can with him. Picking up his tools again, Canada drove a searing hot spike of metal directly into the bottom of America's foot.
As America yelped in pain, Canada moved around and drove a second firey nail into the other foot. Next, he went back to his cart and located a humongous battery and controller, which he dragged over to where he was working. He tied copper wires between the terminals and the nails driven into America's feet, then gave America a saucy wink and flipped the switch.
Electricity jolted through America's body. The paling man reacted immediately; his body seized and his muscles snapped taut. America's hips thrust skyward, his eyes rolling back, and he let out a sharp, throat shredding cry. Canada giggled and bounced in place, then reached down and turned up the juice. America shook uncontrollably, and his bladder emptied.
After about five minutes, Canada turned the power off. Large wisps of steam rose from the singed skin around America's feet, and the area reeked of cooked flesh. Canada rotated America upright again and tried to snap the delirious man back to attention.
"America? America! Bro, wake up!" America groaned and managed to give a small nod of acknowledgment. Canada examined his handiwork, then reached into the medicine bag and produced a large syringe. "Okie dokie, time for the last round."
"This is something to take the pain away! ♥" Canada informed America as he walked around to his victim's torn up back. America winced as Canada jabbed the needle into the lower part of the man's spine. Moving in front of his brother again, Canada leaned down and elaborated. "In a few minutes, you won't be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you'll be awake to watch the harvest!"
America started to cry again. "Canada..?" He choked out.
"Oui?"
"I want to go home..," America sobbed.
Canada cupped his cheek lovingly. "I can see wanting to do that. Sometimes, I just wanna give up. Say, 'I'm done with all this mess.' and go to bed. But you know what? You can't shrug off your responsibilities.. You have to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That's the only way you can get ahead in life. Trust me." He placed another gentle kiss to the American's lips.
America hung his head and cried, despite the affection. He knew his brother would stop if he could. For a second, he felt a pang of guilt in his numbing chest. Canada always has to do this... Tear apart people... Just for cupcakes. He felt broken not only outside, but inside, too. It only made him cry harder.
Minutes passed at the drug slowly took effect. Eventually, America was completely numb from his chest to his thighs. At this point, Canada approached with a scalpel. For a breif moment, America thought he could see something--Regret? Sadness?-- in his brother's eyes. Putting on a brave face and smiling, Canada made a long horizontal cut across the American male's pelvis, just above his crotch.
Moving up America's body, Canada made a similar incision under his ribs. Finally, he connected the two with a long vertical slash down America's stomach. "Got my 'I' on you, America." Canada cooed, giggling.
With a moist, squishy sound, the flaps of skin opened. The sight of his own organs and the lack of feeling caused America's breathing to increase two-fold. Canada carefully sliced open America's abdominal sac and grabbed his large intestines. As he separated the organ from the rest of the digestive tract and pulled it out of the new cavity, Canada grew jovial. Laughing as he gutted his brother, Canada began to make sick jokes.
America, growing weaker from the new source of blood loss, desperately tried to shut out the macabre comedy act.
"Look at me, I'm France!" Canada laughed, throwing the intestinal tube around his neck, spraying blood in all directions. "Isn't my new scarf sooo pretty?"
Reaching back inside, he sliced the smaller intestine off from the bowels. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Canada filed the slimy organ through his teeth and dragged in back and forth. "Dentists say you gotta floss every day, America!"
America was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing him to fade slowly. Disappointed and depressed, Canada dived back into the man's guts, ramping up his routine.
"Aw, don't go yet, America..." Canada said with a sad expression. He started to pull out the remaining organs, pausing with each removal. "I know I can be a real pancreas, but you know I'm just kidney with you. You really gotta learn to liver it up. Maple, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a stomach for them."
Canada placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for a bit longer. "Oooh, bagpipes." He said, placing the end of America's esophagus in his mouth and the stomach in his armpit. He squeezed, and a spurt of acid hit his tongue. "Ewww! Oh hey look, there's your cupcake, America!~"
America didn't hear his tormentor. He had slipped from conciousness minutes ago. Canada, not yet satisfied, hit America with another adrenaline shot. America woke up for the last time, his heart pounding. Warm blood flowed out from the wound in his chest in huge spurts.
It wouldn't be long now.
Canada brought America around onto his back again and straddled the man's chest, scalpel at the ready. "You know, America, I'm disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it's my fault; I should have taken it a little slower! Oh well. It was nice knowing you, America... I love you so much."
The blade sunk deep into the pale throat and worked it's way up to America's chin. Coming back down, Canada's scalpel then circled America's neck. The last thing America felt was his skin being cut away from his skull, and the soft lips of a certain Canadian grazing his.
Then he was gone.
Canada stared into the mirror. He had done a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. He winked, and America winked back. Canada smiled.
But still, he was sad that his friend and only brother was now gone. America had only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as Canada had wanted. He looked back at the cadaver hanging in the center of the room, the last of his brother's fluids draining into a silver pan. Yup, no more America.
As he looked, Canada cocked his head. He began to take notice of the fact that there really wasn't much damage to the corpse. "In fact," The nation of Canada mused, "I think..." An idea exploded into his head. He was good at sewing and he had all the pieces, all he had to do was put them back together. Yeah, he just had to get some stuffing and bingo, he'd have America forever!
In fact, thought Canada, that's what he'd do for all of his best friends when their numbers came up! He was so excited, he skipped right over to the body with her skinning knife to get started. The cupcakes could wait; Canada had a friend to make.
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