((Relates to ~*Bitter*~ but can be read on its own))

((Rated pg-15 for blood, and boyXboy stuff, still set in non TEF verse, does not contain Vilnius, but relates to people he used to know))

"pretty Alaska, you will stay here though da? you do not need them"

The American state looked up through his long pale lashes.
"your flattery is hollow, Saint"

The city shrugged, leaning against the white-wash wall of Russia's home.

"I do not need to pay attention to one so ungrateful" the small Russian spat.

Alaska gave a soft 'mmhm' reaching over to take the tomato knife he had long ago stolen from the kitchen from his nightstand, raising an arm, carving small snowflakes into his own pale arm, expression one of boredom.

St.petersburg's eyes lit up at the sight, removing the too-long scarf he wore, small knives clattering from the folds.

He ignored them as he paced over, taking the knife from the state.

"you do it at an odd angle if you do it yourself." the city stated.

Alaska merely grunted a reply, watching through his strange eyes as Saint tugged his coat and shirt off to expose his badly scarred body, the little city laying down on his stomach, like a child about to draw with crayons.

Slowly the Russian city began to 'draw', Alaska silently watching as lines of red welled up upon his skin.

"You have to clean the bed" he stated a few moments later.

Saint nodded slightly, but did not speak, small crimson rivers forming now, a sight that would make a doctor panic, something that would kill a human.

"...what are you drawing this time, Saint?"

"I am drawing Alaska a heart" the gold eye'd city smiled up.

"Because big brother Alaska's is broken!"

The state snorted, rolling his eyes.

"My heart isn't broken" he hissed.

Saint paused for a second.

"oh? then why is Alaska never happy?"

"I have not been happy for years little city"

The Russian city frowned, puffing his cheeks out.

"Saint thinks that Alaska's old wife was a meanie head"

Alaska laughed, sending waterfalls of ruby down his sides.

"if you say that about Ciro again"

he smiled.

"I'll kill you"

St.petersburg shrugged, tapping Alaska's chest firmly with the handle of his knife.

"there, I made you a new one!"

Alaska closed his eyes, already pale skin almost as white as the snow now from blood loss.
He would heal in a matter of hours.

"how sweet" he stated simply.

Saint smirked, raising a hand to his lips, licking them slowly clean of the cooling blood upon them.

"careful big brother. Sweet things are easy to hide poison in"

The state sneered.

"then pump sweet poison to my heart, and let me die a sweet sweet death"