Character Key:

Katyusha = Ukraine

Natalia = Belarus

Ivan = Russia

Note: I don't own Axis Powers" Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya does.

October 22

Run. She had to keep running. She had to hide. But where? She had to escape. But how? She couldn't even find her sister in these once familiar halls.

She had a plan. "Go forward". Eventually she would find the way out. She stayed close to the wall; it was easier that way. She wouldn't have to guess her footing in the pitch darkness of the house. As she ran her hand against the wall, she felt a sudden sense of sad relief. She knew her older sister, Katyusha, was dead. There was no way she could deny it. But she was so close to the exit. She could practically feel it. If she made it out, she could live on for her sister. Then she ran out of wall. The hall split into different directions.

"Forward, left, or right…. Which way - which way!?" She didn't speak the words out loud. She couldn't risk getting caught. She tried to search her childhood memories for the answer, but her fear kept her mind blank. Then she heard his slow, heavy footsteps. They seemed to come from everywhere at once and nowhere at all. She was paralyzed with pure terror. She could see his violet eyes peering at her through the darkness. She once felt overwhelming love for those eyes. She once longed for the owner of those eyes to hold her – to love her with the same unbridled passion she felt for him. Now, she only felt sickness. The only man she ever loved was the very same who killed Katyusha.

He slowly approached her. "Hello, Natalia." She could hear the smile in his voice. She tried to run from his advancing figure, but her feet wouldn't budge. He bent down to her level. He was so close, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.

"K-Katyusha…. You…." She could barely stand, let alone speak a coherent sentence.

"Ah! Our dear older sister…" He straightened and began circling Natalia. "I hesitated with her. I wasn't sure if I should drown her in her own tears or smother her with the very scarf she made for me all those years ago. Of course, I used the scarf. It was convenient. I still wear it, you know. I'm even wearing it right now." He giggled like a cruel child. "You should have seen her struggle. She thought she could fight me off. It was cute."

Natalia choked back a sob and resisted the urge to vomit. How could he? His own sister….

He was behind her now. He stepped in close. There was almost no space between them. He trailed the tips of his fingers along her arms, sending a chill up her spine. His voice dropped to a whisper, "But you, my Natalia. I know exactly what to do with you."

She flinched.

"Hush, now, little sister. Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I promise." She could hear a grain of truth in his quiet words. His fingers moved over her shoulders and up her neck. He paused at her cheeks. Her breath became nothing more than staggering gasps of horror and lust. Even after everything, she still….

"You're crying. Are these tears of sadness, or fear?" The hushed question was half to himself. He brought his hands to either side of her head and began massaging her temples with firm, decisive movements. She pushed down the feeling of pleasure his touch brought her.

"You killed Katyusha…."

"Yes."

"You're going to kill me…."

"Yes. You should have kept moving forward."

"I love you."

His large hands stopped moving and became rigid, keeping her head from still. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent. His voice was just below a whisper. "I know."

She barely felt the sharp burst of pain as her neck snapped and her life came to an abrupt end.

Ivan was right.

It didn't hurt.