This was an old piece that I've decided to keep it published—I wrote it anyways, there's no need to hide it. Originally, I was reading a fanfiction, "The Attack in Germany", by a friend, Eternal Fauna, and decided to write something as tribute. This starts around the end of the sixth chapter.
I smile with a grin that is just too wide,
My teeth sharpened into razor-like blades,
Imprisoning was such a bad charade.
They knew I would come back. I was strong enough. There was nobody there to go against me.
I march out with the venom seeping with each of my steps, and laugh.
Since I have the world to myself.
I enter a shop, disguised as an old lady. The butcher there moves aside quickly.
I steal his knife, and slit his throat. One down, many more to go.
My laugh is unheard amongst their gasps of horror.
"Guys!" America screams. "Belarus is on the loose!"
"We need a true hero to destroy her!
But it's too late.
I'm on the rampage.
I cackle with laughter, my blade raised above their heads.
Wait no—my BLADES.
Russia is by my side, laughing as we tear their lives away from their bodies.
Big Brother will love me forever.
Oh wait, what's that dark cloud rising above the horizon?
I run over to inspect it.
It is a tornado of pure dust, and I scream.
This must be America...
And somebody else I can't exactly see... a flurry of snow...
"Belarus, you are going down," America says, still looking like a tornado.
I smile. "I will never go down." My knife glints in the sunlight, and I feel that it needs to be re-painted. With the beautiful blood that it once was covered with.
"You are and will."
I scream, because I don't know what happens next.
My vision turns black, and all I know what's happening is that I'm falling...
Falling
Falling down
I see mother and father, and they wave to me. I wave back. My insanity is gone, as they think...
But it's not really...
Because I can sense it stirring within the limp body of Big Brother.
He will rise.