A/N: My first attempt at a multi-chapter Hetalia fic. Oh and my first attempt at dark Hetalia.
Summary: The time is 2075. All the nations, battered with crushing defeat from the new Soviet Union, have to make a decision. Become one with Russia or be prepared to fight. Given a month all the nations have to fight to survive. The question is...can this fight be won ether way?
There will be some parings, but it's not focused on parings.
Russia and his band of soviets stood in front of the battered crowd of nations. The sky was dark from pollution and the ground was soaked in blood. Dead soldiers littered the ground and building rubble was in the broken streets.
"Become one with mother Russia or perish, da?" He asked cheerfully.
"Never." Prussia said as he raised his sword. A battered Hungary tried to stop him.
"Does Kallingrad need to be reminded where his loyalties should truly lie, brother?" Belarus asked.
"Da, I think so. Ukraine, your turn, da!" He smiled.
The Ukrainian woman never wanted this. She watched with glazed eyes and listened with dull senses, barely registering that her brother had called her out.
As she approached the broken Prussian, she wanted to cry. She couldn't cry, her sad emotions had long been gone, leaving her with empty feelings.
"Please..." Hungary called out. Ukraine mustered up what sympathy she had left in her. She closed her eyes and stepped into the Prussian's hand, a loud crunch being heard.
She always hated that sound.
She began to kick his stomach, hating the blood that splattered up on her boot.
"That's enough, syestra." Russia boomed. She stood by Prussia.
"You go," Her voice cracked. "I'll continue his beating as scheduled."
Russia blinked before calling his troops back. He turned.
"You have a month to decide. Ukraine, I'll see you at home, da?" His violet eyes gleamed a darker color. She knew what would be coming. Her 'reward.'
She began to fake kick Prussia until Russia was out of sight. She then leaned down and kissed his forehead gently, and motherly, lifting him up and depositing him into Germany's arms. And then she turned back.
"Wait! Ukraine!" America called.
She stopped.
"Come with us. You don't have to be with Russia."
"I'm more trouble then I'm worth..." She said, almost as a whisper, and turned to walk back to her home.
A/N: This chapter was more like a prelude then a real chapter one, so that's why it's so short.
Why isn't Ukraine a cry baby?: War has hardened her . And I hate that fact, since Ukraine fought.
This will be from Ukraine's point of view, and will be around 5-7 chapters. More will be coming soon.