** In honor of June 19... (Btw, the "man" in this is Flavio, 2p!Romano). Very mild mentions of gore; nothing like the real thing. And here, have some creepy music / sounds too! **

The guy with the scruffy red hair was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee. He wished it was stronger (*cough whiskey... So what if it was only ten o'clock in the morning? He was Scottish!). But alas. Oh, and his name was Cameron.

To his right, sitting in the middle of the table, was a very little boy. He had sandy-colored hair, and he was coloring intently. His name was Peter.

And on the far right, was another boy. He was between the ages of Peter and Cam, and he too had blonde hair. He was just reading the newspaper and minding his own business. Breakfast was laid out to the side of the table next to him. This was Arthur.

They looked vaguely related. If not brothers, then cousins maybe.

Cam finished his coffee and looked around, bored. He started to reach for the left over piece of toast on Arthur's plate, much to his annoyance, when--

When the door opened, and a stranger walked in their kitchen.

"What the...?" Cam said, eyebrows furrowed. The other two looked too shocked to say anything.

"What's your favorite idea?" This new man said, warm eyes behind pink sunglasses. He had dyed blonde hair and was wearing lip gloss. Reminded him somehow of Arthur's goddamn punk phase...

Cam sighed. Arthur and Peter looked at each other in a mix between curiosity and confusion. The man continued.

"Mine is being creative!"

"How'd you get that idea?" Peter asked slowly.

"I just try to think, creatively!" He said, walking up to their fruit basket. "Now take a look at this orange. Tell me please, what do you see?"

Arthur frowned. "It's just a boring old orange."

"Maybe to you, but not to me." He showed them the orange. "I see a silly face!"

"Wow!" Peter said.

"Walking around, and smiling at me..." The man flashed the three a smile.

"I don't quite see what you mean." Cam deadpanned, still looking bored. The man was patient.

"That's cuz you're not thinking creatively!" He walked closer. It was just something that about him that freaked Cam out. And let me tell you, he wasn't easily freaked out. But he couldn't put his finger on it. "Now take a look at my hair!"

"Hm." Arthur said, while Peter's eyes lit up.

"Wow!"

"I use my hair to express myself!"

"That sounds really boring." Cam mumbled. What? It did!

The man paused. The muscle in his eyes twitched, and his hands curled into fists. "I use my hair to fucking express myself, bitch."

"W-what?" Cam looked around at his brothers, who looked calmly back at him. Didn't they just hear that?!

"Take a look at the clouds in the sky. Don't you find it exciting?"

"No." All of them said in unison. It was like, old-fashioned entertainment. For some reason this made the man smile.

"Try taking another look!"

"Wow!" Peter said again, and Arthur joined in. "I can see a cat, I can see a hat, I can see a man with a baseball bat. I can see a dog, I can see a frog, I can see a latter leaning on a log!"

"Now boys, I think you're getting the hang of it now: using your minds to have a good time." What were they, hookers? This was getting weirder by the second to Cam. "I want you to take these sticks and arrange them into your favorite color." He handed some to Cam too even though he didn't want them.

Arthur did so. "Red!"

Cam sighed and decided to humor the man. "Blue."

Peter smiled and did so too. "Green!"

But the man frowned and shook his head. "Green is not a creative color."

Peter's face fell.

"There's one more thing you need to know, before you let your creativity flow..." The man said finally. "Listen to your heart, listen to your brain, listen to the voices in your brain!"

Mmmmmm kay we'll do that.

"C'mon guys, let's get creative!" The man said excitedly. "Let's get creative!"

And you can guess what happened next.

When Cam woke up, he was on the floor. Something sticky was in his hands and he felt nauseous. He didn't want to look, but he had to make sure his brothers were okay--

The floor was covered in blood. His hands were caked in the stuff. Peter was laying in it, twitching like he had just had a fit or something. He couldn't see Arthur.

"Well!" The man said, eyes a bit out of focus. "Now let's all agree... To never get creative again.."

And then he walked right back out.

** Hetalia meets DHMIS (Don't hug me I'm scared)! Note: If I wrote another one, Oliver would be Shrignold the love bug **