GuroHetalia

A vile hiss rolled like venomous thunder through inky, suffocating blackness, peeling like pelts of lightning into his aural presence, the sudden response a screech of pain and terror that whistled through tightened teeth, entire body taut, muscles pulled like threaded ropes underneath the clammy, pale skin like a thick layer of snow. His form lunged up and forward from the seat reflexively, narrow, wooden legs skittering after his retreating, mortified action like scattering pegs. His heart leapt madly against his chest with such intensity he could taste the very blood flow, seeming to echo throughout his whole being, heavy through constrict

"G-Germany, are you sure you don't want anything tonight? Anything to eat?" Italy asked innocently. He had came over for the evening after being idiotic enough to find out what the 'Grudge' was. Yet, Japan had let him find out. "Ja, I am sure." Germany rested his head down onto his folded arms resting on the table he sat at. Earlier- what a minute ago?- Germany complained about having a headache. Suddenly, Germany got up and headed to bed, at 6 o'clock? Italy became worried, more than he already had. Germany previously turned down his favourite foods, and now was going to sleep about three hours early? Italy shook his head, he was probably

Death is so.... Anticlimactic... Amethyst irises stared into the opening loop of a noose. Many would be horrified at the thought of such a slow, suffocating death. The feeling of the rough rope digging into your throat... stealing away the permission to breath like a parasite would take away the vital crimson that flows through one's veins. Slowly.... ever so slowly... The noose seemed to be calling him... Beckoning for the Soviet to come nearer; a beckon most people would refuse. Yes.. the fear of suffocation was a common fear amongst humans. However, the pale face that looked into his death trap radiated no sign of fear, or an