Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia~
He isnt insane and he knows that is something he will never be.
Russia swiftly brings down the pipe again,a dull thud resounding back with dark red liquid splattering across.
He is only playing,he reasons to others,to himself.
He doesnt notice the cowering comrades he has and just passes it because of the cold.
He smiles,like a child with a new toy as he slowly lifts the body by the collar.
"Ivan is a kind and gentle person.",they will usually say,and he is living in his own little world full of sunflowers.
He then drops the body and drags it among the others and piles them wipes the sweat off his brow and blows a sigh of relief.
Well another night of "reasoning" with peolple who think he is insane.
People who plan to destroy his world are...are the ones insane.
Russia tugs the scarf around him as he departs for his was early in the musnt make his 'family' worry bids the people inside and the house itself goodbye and his pipe,he whistles a slow tune as he walks.
To him this is just a game,he greatly enjoys are times that he must reason with the other players of their injustice and unfairity towards wonders why do they always end up dead?
'Oh well,it isnt anymore of my concern' he thinks as he passes it off and continues living.
He knows that he isnt insane and will never this is a game he has to continue.
This stupid game of Life.