Drabble: Blood

He looks down at his hands, hand stained red with the blood of innocents. Screams that are now gone and only he can hear ring in his head. It dizzies him.

The taste the blood of children, of helpless, naïve children, is metallic and thick is in his mouth, choking him, reminding him.

A woman's remains, her blood red entrails are splattered over his arm, over his torso, over the metal instrument of that means death. Droplets like ruby souls cling to his hands and do not come off no matter how much he shakes or writhes or even cry. The crimson tears of death watch him, resent him; reprimand him.

He tries to walk forward, but the sea of scarlet, the liquid life, slows his movements, like many hands dragging him down into Hell. And it surrounds him, covering his eyes, drawing breath out of his mouth, caressing the living flesh of his body, and in his ears he can still hear-

His eyes opens, he's awake. Deep, ragged breaths escape him. It's not the first night this has happened and will surely not be the last. He almost drunkenly stumbles to the bathroom.

The mirror shows nothing different about him, but the mirror lies, just like everyone else. Pale hands are clean and shaking, his clothes unstained but torn. Even as he watches blood drops down his body in torrents of an angry river.

He drinks the strong, strong alcohol that he always has but only tastes more blood, more thick, nauseating blood that creeps down his throat and clots in his heart.

And he sees his eyes, the mirror says that it is violet, the color of lavender and peace and the gentle soothing of a mother's coo.

But all Russia sees is red. Glaring, hateful, hurting red. But the mirror lies to him and shows falsehoods that aren't real because he can see and feel and taste the destruction. Suddenly the mirror shatters and splays around him, showing from every angle the gruesome liquid that seems to fall even more freely. He tries to scream but he can't.

He's suffocating in the blood only he can see.

I do not own Hetalia.

Ah, Russia... such an interesting character, he's not the villain all the time people.