It was just another day at the world conference, America suggesting a giant hero to block the rays of the sun, England disagreeing, and France being...Well...France.. England however was getting strange looks, he didn't know where, but he knew someone was staring at him. England stopped in the middle of his argument with France to look left and right, but, it seemed like no one was staring. "Whats wrong my Iggy?" France said to the other country who was arguing with him.
"Don't call me that! And I could've sworn someone was staring at me!" England said to France as he was just ready to slap him in the face.
"I would stare at you any time my Iggy! You're something I can't take my eyes off of!" This was one of the not-so-smart things France could've said. England kicked him in the balls and watched this pervert in pain on the floor. "Now England, that isn't nice, da?" Russia claimed as he watched France trying to look up England's pants.
"I don't bloody care! And what does it matter to you anyways?"
"Well you did separate our alliance by befriend Japan. He was supposed to be my friend, I can't forgive you for that!"
"So? You can go rot in hell!" England said as he turned his back to the Russian and murmured something, this caught Russia's attention.
"What was that, England?" Russia questioned as he glared at England. England looked back at him, and got caught by his glare. It was one of the most coldest things he could ever feel. England was truly scared, as scared as someone in the grave yard, hearing the howls of wolves. England gathered up his guts, and went ahead and pressed on. "Y-You heard me," England stuttered, "You, stupid c-communist!" Russia grabbed England by the neck and started choking him, smirking at the strange sounds England had made as a sign of need, a need of air. Everyone noticed this, and everyone got up. Russia took out a knife from his sleeve and made a deep cut in England's chest, where his heart was. England was in so much pain, it was so unbearable. Lithuania, Ukraine, Estonia, and Latvia just barely got Russia off England and the other nations helped England. "Whats wrong with you?" America yelled as he got ready to take out the pistol from his pocket. Canada had to grab America's arm and shake his head no to stop him.
"No one, ever calls me that. Ever.." Russia said in a dark tone no one ever heard. This dark tone was very appealing to Belarus and she started to blush. Everyone started to scold Russia, but he didn't care. He loved the reactions he got from his English toy. France, America, and Canada where trying to tend to England's deep wound. "That mark he got, will be the official mark.." Russia muttered to himself as he licked off the blood from his fingers and made his way to the exit. England was truly terrified, how could someone have so much pleasure out of doing that to another person? England then understood why he had summoned Russia instead of a creature from hell. Russia was a demon, a true, cold-blooded demon.