To @PrussiaVitalRegions. Here you go you lemon lovin' Bastardo.<3

Oliver x Iggy

I awoke to a dark room; in a haze, I looked around stopping on a shadowed figure. It moved. My tired eyes widened as the mystery man crept towards me. I tried to retreat however my wrists were bound by leather to a cobbled wall.

The wall, in general, was fairly dark and not difficult to hide in, the light was dim and flickering. My thoughts go to how long he was watching for me to wake up. A few windows were placed near the top of the wall, revealing only more concrete behind the glass confirming my suspicions. I was trapped in another man's basement. I was restrained in a way that was particularly uncomfortable; my wrists were raw and to relieve them I was forced to stand on my limp, weak legs. Blood trickled down my arms like an unscratchable itch; the sight of it made me anxious about what else he would do, who was he anyway?

This question was answered; it was as if he could read my mind. he broke the eerie silence, one finger propping up my chin to look at him."I'm so glad you're finally awake we have much to discuss such as who am I? It is simple really I am you but... reversed." He spoke slowly trying to choose his words carefully." The name's Oliver. I have been watching you for a while, standing idly as those nations you call friends manipulate you. I just had to step in." his voice was controlled and lilted, with a type of melodic ring to it. Now he was closer (much closer) I could make out his features more clearly.

The first thing that stood out was his piercing pastel pink hair and unnaturally blue eyes. Unnatural in the sense that they glowed a bright sapphire blue to match my emerald ones. He was dressed in what can only be described as mature with rainbow paint thrown over it and a pinch of Tumblr. I, on the other hand, was very clearly anxious. His eyes showed a slight hint of pity before he smiled slyly and began to speak again. "Do not fear" With these words, he pressed our foreheads together. "I will make sure no one manipulates you again our hearts can be together." This man was clearly deranged but as I tried to voice my concerns he nipped at my lip playfully before driving something into my abdomen. As it was pulled out I choked, spluttering blood onto the concrete floor. He sighed at my groans of pains, shaking his head in a parental manner "shh there, there don't cry it has to be done" I managed to pry my eyes open to see the damage, he had struck me with a knife. Blood pooled out of my gut. He drove it inside me once again and again; carving a hole to my heart. He hacked away, tearing out bits of flesh and shards of my rib cage. In one hand he wrapped his slender fingers around my heart. Any human would be knocked unconscious or dead but no it takes a lot to knock out a nation nevermind kill them. Still grasping at my heart, he squeezed hard. My breath was knocked from me as I chocked once more at the rising blood in my throat. He cut it out; cradling it gently and staring in wonder. "Wow this truly is wonderful, you will always be with me, I have your heart to myself". He kissed me deeply before pulling back and licking the blood that transferred to his own lips. My vision blurred, feeling my legs fall underneath me. Eveything went black.