America was hurt. Really bad. His left arm was deeply injured.
It's all Russia's fault. He'd attacked the blonde several times, but now he's starting to get tiered, too.
There, an opening. If America had the right speed and precision, he'd be able to defeat Russia.
Russia's purple eyes were wide open as the sword pierced through his heart. He looked at the American who'd just stuck it in there, then looked down at his chest, where the sword had entered his body.
Blood dripped to ground as the Russian closed his eyes in defeat, still standing up.
America smiled victoriously. He had won. The never ending war between the two of them was finally over. And the hero had won.
The amazing feeling of victory shot through his body. Finally, finally, finally, America thought.
In the corner of his blue eyes he saw the Russian's eyes open, beaming purple light.
What? he thought. I-I won... This isn't possible... I just killed him...
With slow, robotic moves Russia grabbed hold of the sword shaft with his right hand.
Russia grinned a wicked, evil smile as he slowly pulled the sword out of his chest.
N-no... that- it isn't possible...
America couldn't even react before Russia had swung the sword, hitting him right in the side of the neck.
The American screamed in pain as the sword, or I guess it was Russia, dissected his head from the rest of his limp, life-less body.
"Now you've learned your lesson, not to mess with Mother Russia, da? Russia said softly as he dropped the sword on the ground and started to walk away.
