So, Guys, this is my very first story! Hurray!
It is a horror story... and I intend to do the very best I can!
Feel free to review, I accept any opinions!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, obviously, or I won't have to write Fanfics, would I?
A Bored Russian
I sat in the World Meeting room, watching small arguements unravel into massive uproars. I didn't find it annoying, or a nuisance. I liked it, it was good entertainment for a bored Russian man. There was Arthur and Francis trying to break off the others limbs, Alfred pretending he was a hero, Yao was trying to get everyone to stop fighting although it failed. Then there was the floating Polar Bear in the corner...I always found that weird. Then there was Kiku, actually agreeing to almost everything Alfred was saying. Just when it was getting good, Ludwig had to ruin it all and shout. My ears rung at the sudden booming voice and the thick German accent as he said his "Three minutes each for speechs" line or whatever it was, and then he picks Feliciano first. Favourites, ugh. Feliciano blurts out 'PASTA' for absolutely no reason.
So anyway, as everyone is leaving, I catch up to the Baltics - Eduard, Raivis and Toris.
"Privet, everybody. You will all come with me now, da?"
"S-Sorry, Ivan, I'm busy." The brunette, Toris, replied.
I frowned and turned to the others.
"Eduard, Raivis?" I say with a half smile.
Eduard shook his head and without saying a word he and Toris quickly walked off, leaving me with the much smaller Latvian boy. You could literally sense the fear and worry from this little guy.
"You will come with me now, da, Raivis?" I asked with a wider grin, the small nation shaking heavily as I placed a gloved hand on his back and pushed him along. You could see the trembling fear in the boy's eyes. He didn't make a movement as I pushed him into a dark room. Raivis stared up at me in confusion.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice shaking like a wild earthquake.
"You'll see." I replied, looking in a tall, dusty, broken, dull and cheap looking cupboard that was off to the side of the room. The Latvian sat down on the single chair that was just resting by itself in the middle of the room.
Now now, you may think that I'm going to do... stuff to him, da? Well I'm not.
Nyet, not what you may be thinking.
I'm bored now, especially after that World Meeting that dragged on for too long.
Blood WILL be shed
TRANSLATIONS:
Da = Yes
Privet = Hello
