[[remember that alice of human sacrifice rp we did? well i made something from it 
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Russia's POV
the heavy iron shackles that bound my ankles and wrists clancked with each step i took. i was trying my best to get my eyes to adapt to the dim (practically non-existant) lighting. 'где это?' [where is this?] that was probably the hundredth time i have asked such a question and each time the response has been the same.
CRACK!!
my head snapped to the side as i took the full force of the blunt object. i still couldnt see, and by now i realize that i had been blindfolded.
i still cant remember how i, the great nation of russia, ended up in this mess. not that it would matter if i did. my memories have always been twisted from the times i was young. yet i hold no fear. i have been in situations like this before. many many times. i never stopped smiling, if i did then the bed thoughts would invade my mind.
i could hear the my escorters {{is that a word. fuck it}} stop and one of them yanked my arm to do the same. the worn cloth around my eyes was pulled and i blunk trying to adapt from the darkness to sudden light. beside me, two men in very elaborate almost regal looking red and black uniforms had dropped to a very low and submissive kneel. seeing that i couldnt help but smile wider.
'your majesties.' i turned my eyes to the front of the room where a large throne stood. the fact that it was made of human bones sent my pulse sky rocketing (but from fear or excitement im not sure.) 'we have brought the one you were looking for.' now i was only confused. most spend there lives trying to avoid me, but this regal (i could barely see behind the large massive tangle of bloodstained cloth that lay on the throne of bones) sought me on purpose.
a light giggle resounded through the hall as the tangle of cloth moved slightly. i could hear the murmurs of something in a foreign language, yet it seemed somewhat familiar. as the someone stepped off the throne i started to realize that it must have been the queen. he long skirt trailed off of the throne giving the one benieth a more human shape. there was something familar about the queen. so much that it was unsettling. yet i could see neither of their faces, obscured by the shadows cast by the crowns on there head.
i was too transfixed by solving this mystery that i hardly noticed the guards quaking with fear as the queen slowly stepped towards us. in a flash of silver and red the one to my right was impaled on her long blade crimson from the bloodstains of countless murders. the other one shook in fear and practically threw himself to her feet. 'your majesty. i-im sorry. w-where did we go wrong?'
'he isnt on his knees.' i could see the fear in the guards eyes as she swung the blade and pulled his freshly decapitated head off. but the only thing that was frankly disturbing me was the smile of the king. i could swear i felt his eyes on me as his twisted crooked smile widened showing more rows of pointed teeth. 'mis viga? [whats wrong?] i thought you liked this kind of thing russia?' the words made my heart stop. i knew that language but it was impossible. not in a million years would i ever have dreamed that he would be behind something like this. that twisted smile only grew larger to the point i was sure his face would split. 'so you do recognize me?' estonia pushed the over sized crown off the top of his head to reveal a pair of cat like ears. they may have been handsome had they not been frayed like that of an alley cat that had been in countless fights over the years.
'Ч-что, черт возьми, это?[w-what the hell is this?] it made no sense. this place seemed like one of my twisted dreams. i tried to take a step back as my former subordinate got up and approached. but something was holding me back
'jednoduché, vaše noční můra. [simple. your nightmare] my eyes widened as i realized that i knew this woman. it was Czech. but this made no sense i thought she disappeared. i could feel her giggle close to my ear as he hands held me in place. 'ale náš sen [but our dream come true.]
i tried to think, tried to find a way out but before i could something tore into my knee and i collapsed to a kneel in horrible pain. i looked up to see Czech and Estonia staring down at me. Czech had her blade on her shoulder ready to strike and i swore i could see my own reflection of the cat like green eyes. that twisted smile. i hated it. 'so impolite. afterall,' the baltic nation gripped my hear so i was staring him in the face, 'you should kneel to your king.'
Czech giggled as i felt the blade press to my neck. 'his head will make a lovely centerpiece. dont you think?' Estonia nodded and took the blade from her hand. i braces myself for the worse. to think i would have been done in by a nation such as Estonia. the smallest, the quietest, the luckiest. and it seems the maddest. a small smile crept onto my lips as the blade pierced
]]Russia's POV
the heavy iron shackles that bound my ankles and wrists clancked with each step i took. i was trying my best to get my eyes to adapt to the dim (practically non-existant) lighting. 'где это?' [where is this?] that was probably the hundredth time i have asked such a question and each time the response has been the same.
CRACK!!
my head snapped to the side as i took the full force of the blunt object. i still couldnt see, and by now i realize that i had been blindfolded.
i still cant remember how i, the great nation of russia, ended up in this mess. not that it would matter if i did. my memories have always been twisted from the times i was young. yet i hold no fear. i have been in situations like this before. many many times. i never stopped smiling, if i did then the bed thoughts would invade my mind.
i could hear the my escorters {{is that a word. fuck it}} stop and one of them yanked my arm to do the same. the worn cloth around my eyes was pulled and i blunk trying to adapt from the darkness to sudden light. beside me, two men in very elaborate almost regal looking red and black uniforms had dropped to a very low and submissive kneel. seeing that i couldnt help but smile wider.
'your majesties.' i turned my eyes to the front of the room where a large throne stood. the fact that it was made of human bones sent my pulse sky rocketing (but from fear or excitement im not sure.) 'we have brought the one you were looking for.' now i was only confused. most spend there lives trying to avoid me, but this regal (i could barely see behind the large massive tangle of bloodstained cloth that lay on the throne of bones) sought me on purpose.
a light giggle resounded through the hall as the tangle of cloth moved slightly. i could hear the murmurs of something in a foreign language, yet it seemed somewhat familiar. as the someone stepped off the throne i started to realize that it must have been the queen. he long skirt trailed off of the throne giving the one benieth a more human shape. there was something familar about the queen. so much that it was unsettling. yet i could see neither of their faces, obscured by the shadows cast by the crowns on there head.
i was too transfixed by solving this mystery that i hardly noticed the guards quaking with fear as the queen slowly stepped towards us. in a flash of silver and red the one to my right was impaled on her long blade crimson from the bloodstains of countless murders. the other one shook in fear and practically threw himself to her feet. 'your majesty. i-im sorry. w-where did we go wrong?'
'he isnt on his knees.' i could see the fear in the guards eyes as she swung the blade and pulled his freshly decapitated head off. but the only thing that was frankly disturbing me was the smile of the king. i could swear i felt his eyes on me as his twisted crooked smile widened showing more rows of pointed teeth. 'mis viga? [whats wrong?] i thought you liked this kind of thing russia?' the words made my heart stop. i knew that language but it was impossible. not in a million years would i ever have dreamed that he would be behind something like this. that twisted smile only grew larger to the point i was sure his face would split. 'so you do recognize me?' estonia pushed the over sized crown off the top of his head to reveal a pair of cat like ears. they may have been handsome had they not been frayed like that of an alley cat that had been in countless fights over the years.
'Ч-что, черт возьми, это?[w-what the hell is this?] it made no sense. this place seemed like one of my twisted dreams. i tried to take a step back as my former subordinate got up and approached. but something was holding me back
'jednoduché, vaše noční můra. [simple. your nightmare] my eyes widened as i realized that i knew this woman. it was Czech. but this made no sense i thought she disappeared. i could feel her giggle close to my ear as he hands held me in place. 'ale náš sen [but our dream come true.]
i tried to think, tried to find a way out but before i could something tore into my knee and i collapsed to a kneel in horrible pain. i looked up to see Czech and Estonia staring down at me. Czech had her blade on her shoulder ready to strike and i swore i could see my own reflection of the cat like green eyes. that twisted smile. i hated it. 'so impolite. afterall,' the baltic nation gripped my hear so i was staring him in the face, 'you should kneel to your king.'
Czech giggled as i felt the blade press to my neck. 'his head will make a lovely centerpiece. dont you think?' Estonia nodded and took the blade from her hand. i braces myself for the worse. to think i would have been done in by a nation such as Estonia. the smallest, the quietest, the luckiest. and it seems the maddest. a small smile crept onto my lips as the blade pierced