Okay I finally decided to submit some crappy writing ;_; each chapter will either be based on a song or words my friends give me. Goddd these are embarrassing /wrists

Pretty When You Cry by Vast

Red, warm liquid covered his hands and uniform, he studied the blood stained palms for a moment with cloudy unreadable eyes. He was either ignoring or could not hear the shaky swears and pain filled groans emitting from the man lying across from him. The Russian sat leaning towards him. Suddenly he let out a surprised gasp; an almost childlike worried expression came across his pale, cold face.

"Alfred have I hurt you? Is hero alright..?" emotion dripped from his quiet words, his sick maniac-like smile gave away any signs of actual alarm or fear of the American being injured. Alfred clutched his left eye while glaring at the Russian. Blood dripped down his hands and onto his clothing. Ivan sighed like he was trying to talk to a stubborn, stubborn child. He gently picked up his prize, he had won. Alfred had lost and now it was all his to treasure and keep!~

Bliss spread through Ivan at the thought of how he now owned something he had always sought after, even since the Cold War began. He loving kissed the detached eye of Alfred, without being fazed by the sight of a blood splattered human eye. He studied the brilliant blue color, admiring the beauty.

As if it were some sort of trinket, Ivan tenderly placed the eye in his shirt pocket. Alfred gaped as disgust and hatred filling his appearance. He wanted to beat the living hell out of that bastard and rip out his chilling eyes as sweet revenge. Then he'd feed them to Ludwig's dogs, he thought furiously, willing the agonizing pain in his eye socket to ease away. Suddenly Ivan was moving in on him, cheerful excitement danced behind his usually blood chilling eyes. America leaned away with a loathing expression.

"Da comrade, you are so pretty ven you cry like vat" he mused as he placed his strong, bloody, hand on the American's face. He began wiping away the tears Alfred had failed to notice. The American looked away, not wanting to meet the other mans stare. Without any warning what so ever Ivan suddenly pulled Alfred's wrist into a painful grip. He smiled with enjoyment as the American gasped and screamed with throbbing pain.

"I do not vish to hurt comrade," he cooed in his thick Russia accent that Alfred had never hated as much as he did now, "you are just so pretty ven you cry." He kissed away Alfred's tears lovingly, ignoring the shoves.

"Mine~" Russia smiled as he tapped the other man's nose to indicate who he was addressing. America spat weakly, finally giving up any protests. So pretty when he cries, so pretty when he's mine~

...Sorry okay that was aweful, but at least I'm practicing? Haaa. Feel free to criticize, I'm sure my little ego can take it lol ;w;