Disclaimer: Oh, how I wait for the day I own Hetalia...

Blood. Blood stained the grey walls, as if someone had dragged their hands across it. Blood was slathered on the thick drapes and windowpanes. Blood leaked out of the lifeless body, facedown on the tiled floor. Blood dripped from the hands and mouth of the insane man.

"Delicious, Estonia," Russia smiled as he licked his fingers, savoring the rusty taste of the fluid. "Your blood is truly delicious." His maniacal eyes darted around the empty mansion, looking for any other sign of life that could prove the murder of Estonia.

"Delicious," He mumbled, kneeling down next to the dead country, pulling the nation's soggy head up and dragging his rough tongue across Estonia's pale cheek, licking the scarlet liquid that oozed from one of the many scratches on his, otherwise, flawless face.

"Such a waste that your life ended so, abruptly."

Russia fingered Estonia's blonde hair and giggled like a lovesick school girl as he lifted the head, once more, and sloppily kissed its forehead.

"So...delicious," His throaty voice echoed through the eerily quiet mansion.

He smirked as he tenderly flipped the body on its back, rippling blood in the already, rouge puddle. Estonia's eyes were open in shock, and his mouth holding a slight pout. His face and neck had thin patches of skin peeled away as if someone was trying to scrape off his flesh. His navy-blue attire was dripped with splotches of blood, but the left side of his middle was completely obliterated, as if someone had shot a cannonball through that side. Blood still poured out of the wound, bathing Estonia and Russia in its red warmth.

"If only you were alive to savor this taste," Russia purred into the dead man's ear, nibbling the tip of it. He laid on his belly next to Estonia and closed his eyes, enjoying the bloodbath, when he heard heavy, labored breaths erupting from the north door that lead out to the garden.

"R-Russia...how...how could y...you?" Lithuania choked, half-hiding behind the doorframe. His dirty blonde bangs fell over his eyes, acting as a cloak, concealing his tears. Turning on his heel, Lithuania darted away to alert the other nations that Russia had finally snapped.