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2p!ItalyxReader~ Let the Knives Dance

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"Hello miss, may I have this dance?" 

Turning your head, your were met with a pathetic excuse of a man. Not only did he need to lose quite a number of pounds, but his smile was oozing with fake courtesy. Reluctantly, you accepted, having no other choice than to walk over to the dance floor and taking his hands. You smiled, though your mind disgusted with how sweaty his palm was, and how low his other hand was placed. His eyes looked down at your cleavage like an animal, his feeble-minded brain traveling into rotten fantasies that made you sick. 

Concentrating on the slow, hypnotic music, you began to lead the dance steps while attempting to keep him occupied with keeping up with you. Left and right, stop and sway, twirl and repeat. Not quite a difficult dance for any simple person, but the stupid man was a gorilla with two left feet. By the time the song was starting its second verse, you had several red marks from where he had misstepped and a growing desperation to walk away then and there. You continued to show a modest smile, but inside you were thinking of excuses upon excuses, none that seemed polite yet cruel enough. 

"Would you mind if I could cut in, per favore? Now would be excellent." 

Hearing the new voice, you turned to your left. To the side stood an interesting person, his smile faking politenss and his eyes dangerously demanding. You nodded, curtsying the oaf before walking away with this newcomer. Taking your hand, you were quickly led into his footsteps, following the music's rhythm to a "T". He was sly and suave, yet something was manipulative in his movements. It was the same style of dance as yours.

"So, I suspect you came here for the same reason, no?" You inquired, looking up to his deep magenta eyes that reflected back into yours. A devious smirk was placed on his face, his mind most likely thinking about the events soon to come.

"I would think so bella, since there would not be anyone as striking as you willing to participate in this idiotic dance on your own accord."

You looked him dead in the eye, the two of you like venomous snakes playing the waiting game. "Aw, you're making me blush. Are you sure you're meant for my kind of trouble?"

He looked at you darkly, tightening his grip on your waist and placing his face closer to yours. "Only the best would be enough for me. Anything less would be insulting."

"Have you seen these tadpoles? I feel that you would have been robbed if we didn't acquaint." You spoke, gesturing to the groups of people sweating with suspicion. "If you would like, I can wait for you to finish these useless prey."

"No need for that. But it would be a shame though, becoming enemies in that last moment. I find you quite captivating, ragazza. Personally, I wouldn't mind if we joined together, but the decision is all up to you."

As the sound of the midnight bell rang throughout the ballroom, you smirked with anticipation. "Keep up with me, and maybe I'll consider it."

Pulling away from your blood lusting partner, you swiftly grabbed the twin knives hidden under your dress, scraping them together as if to wake them from their long nap. Suddenly, the room erupted into a metal clashing, scream filled frenzy, the weak going down hard. With a small curtsy, you started for the first victims, slitting their throats before they even could scream bloody murder. Contributing to the chaos ensued, you also noticed another shadow gracefully doing its job, corpses falling to the group every few seconds. You sighed, and twirled in a few more deaths, hoping to catch back up with his growing numbers. The music around you continued to play hypnotically, not once stopping for a break. 

Those musicians are quite devoted people, aren't they? Well, if I knew that my death was not needed, I would be too. Looking towards the conductor, you threw him a fifty dollar bill as a tip for making this night a little more exciting. Screams of pain between the despicable vermin were not the best melody singers. Feeling a bit parched, you went towards the deserted bar, stepped over a few bodies, and picked up a glass of pure water. You didn't want something intoxicating that could prevent you from watching the little monkeys fight with their lives on the line. 

When the glass was finished, you smiled and went back to your previous arrangements, looking around to see who would be your next target. A familiar oaf came your view, and your mind immediately was drawn to your knives. Seeing this as a sign, you walked swiftly between the spaces of terrified people, their interest in you very little. As you approached him however, he looked at you with hysteria, his mind exposed to the insanity for too long. 

"Hahaha! It's the little slut from before!" He bellowed, the large butcher knife in his hand dripping with fresh redness. "You should just get on your knees and do what you're good at! Maybe I'll let you live another day!"

How pathetic… Yawning, you swiftly threw a nearby kitchen knife where you knew would put him in his place. He immediately howled in agony and bent over, putting his hand over where the utensil was piercing his crotch. You walked closer to him, the click clack of your heels being his countdown till death. Standing before him, you gave a sadistic chuckle and looked down at your worthless prey. 

"I don't have the time for pesky vermin like you." You announced, driving out all his pride and confidence with that one sentence. Kicking him hard in the face, you turned and started the other direction, letting the other maggots take care of him for you. 

That would have been the case, but as you heard an inhuman grunt from the oaf and the sound of him lugging himself off the ground, you knew you would have to deal with another troublesome thing. Well, maybe you could have a little fun with this.

"Oh dear, I'm so scared now! This is certainly the end of me! Help! Ah..." You cried out. Quickly, you began giggling to yourself, not being able to hold a straight face. As you heard the gorilla's footsteps stop, you swiftly ducked and turned around, calmly jabbing both your metallic friends into the heart of the meat-slab. At the same time, a knife was slitting deep with his throat, dark blood starting to drip down his neck. 

"You are indeed impressive bella." A familiar voice complimented, a dark charisma encircling his words. You chuckled, the both of you removing your knives from the victim and letting it fall hard on the marble floor.

"You really are too kind...?"

"Vargas. Luciano Vargas." He answered with venomous dominance. 

"Ah, Vargas. Well, may I say I see something very interesting in you," Smirking, you swiftly pulled on the fray curl on his hair. His face darkened, placing his knife near your neck. Your knife copied. "I see many things. Bloodlust. Manipulation. Hatred. Moodiness. I see the need for you to dominate those who are more powerful. To make sure that you are in control..."

"Si…?" He growled, causing you to smile.

"I see me."

A pause ensued, the two of you looking each other dead in the eye. After a while, you both put your weapons down, an invisible truce being shed on your minds.

"You are very different, ragazza." He spoke, looking at you with somewhat interested eyes. 

You nodded, glancing over to the much beautiful duos of knives in his sleeve. "I could say the same for you, Vargas." 

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream filled the air, causing the two of you to be captured back in your present circumstances. Looking around, you discovered a fair amount of rodent still scouring around aimlessly, accepting their fate and putting down anyone besides them.

"Would you like to dance?" 

Turning your head, you noticed the manipulative snake was bowing down, the multitude of sharpness within his grips. Wiping off the excess blood from your own loved ones, you gave a small curtsy and smirked.

"I would love to."

Looking at him with a smile, you threw your knife forward in a quick motion, hitting its target and slicing right through its eye. 

"Idiot, I will never miss." You stated, watching as Vargas slowly pulled out the sharp metal of the little rat's eye behind him and quickly handing it back to you. Pulling out a handkerchief from an unknown corpse, you wiped off the rest of the small remains as a scream of pain followed under your partner's hand. Such trivial activities, both sharing the same unworthiness as the next. You loved it all the same though, and looked to the big group over to the right.

"What is it?" Your acquaintance questioned as you observed the great red-covered nest of insects with a devilish smile.

"Let's go Vargas. I will enjoy continuing where we left off."
Enjoy your darkness, dear Reader~

.....I need to finish my sequels soon

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu. 
Story by Me.
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YASHHHHHHHHH Now I'm finally badass outside of the real world

All of yea losers who want to get rid of someone e-mail me their address and a picture of them and you'll find their head on a plate when you wake up the next day