Author's Note: Hmmm... weren't expecting this, were you? Well, neither was I. Really, I don't know where this came from, but hey, I don't control the writing bug. This will be multi-chaptered, with violence, and not a lot of fluff until later. Please enjoy, and constructive criticism is appeciated. I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers.

Melting Ice and Breaking Awsome

It took something special for a nation to impress Prussia. Of course, none of them could match the awesome him in being awesome, but other countries could still earn his respect, mainly through their combat skills.

Take Poland for example. At first glance, Gilbert obviously would have laughed at the country and tried to conquer it, knowing he would succeed.

A century's worth of Polish-Teuctonic wars had wiped that idea out of his mind, and the albino now had a healthy respect for Poland.

Obviously, the awesome nation had still steam-rolled his neighbor in 1939, but the cross-dresser put up a hell of a fight against both the German and Russian armies.

The point being, Prussia held a small amount of admiration for any nation that could hold their own against him.

So naturally, when Belarus charged straight into his battalion, leaping on top of his command panzer to plunge her dagger into his stomach, Gilbert was extremely impressed.

Glancing down at the hilt portruding from his chest, Gilbert swung his gaze into Natalia's to give her the are-you-fucking-serious-bitch look; before pulling the knife out, stabbing it into her shoulder, and booting the small woman off his tank in one motion.

Jumping down, duly noting the beginning of the panzerkampf (which he would win, of course) Prussia glanced down at his wound. The white skin visible through the tear in his uniform was already fully healed, the sign of a truly powerfull nation. Hemade a mental note to thank West for going along with this whole world-domination thing; Prussia hadn't been this powerful in years.

His army quickly streamed by, leavin only a few burned-out hulks on the flattened plain, advancing to crush the Bolshevik cowards.

Almost as an afterthought, he turned back in curiosity, just in time to neatly sidestep and avoid the blue blur of Belarus lunging for him with her knife.

He smiled, drawing out the broadsword that hung constantly by his side. Eyeing the panting Belorussian, he settled into a fighting stance, sword pointing, and Prussia felt the laughter bubble up to the surface.

"You really want to fight the awesome me?"

Without pausing, she charged yet again and lept, her knife slice blocked by his parry as she answered: "Brother has ordered me to attack, and I will defeat your capitalist empire for him!"

Shaking his head, Prussia let out an incredulous chuckle. "M-hm. Of course you will. Watch me cower in my boots as our Blitzkrieg sweeps across your nation." He lifted a hand to his ear, laughing at her look of utter despair "Hear that? It's the sound of your suicidal attack being crushed by my awesome army."

With a cry of indignition and anger she lept at him again, drawing a second knife to meet his blade as they fought. As a dagger sliced a thin red line across his cheek, Gilbert actually was impressived with the level of dual-wielding skill this communist state utilized. However, nothing could and nothing would stop the German war machine. Prussia laughed as knives pierced his skin, feeling no pain as the opposing nation wore herself out. Twirling around, Prussia dropped his sword to catch both her descending blades, gripping the razor sharp steel as hard as he could.

Staring into her eyes as the blood ran down his arms, Gilbert saw disbelief.

Disbelief that turned to pain as he brough a knee up and kicked the Belorussian away, hearing her grunt of pain as he dropped the knifes, feeling the skin heal back together.

Belarus actually looked physically weak now, coughing up some blood as she fell to her knees. Prussia only burst out laughing, harder and harder as he sprinted forward, feeling the power of the Reich coursing through his veins as he grabbed Belarus by the throat, lifting her up with one hand. He was totally invinc-

Her fist slammed into him, stopping his train of thought with an odd sensation.

For the second time on the same day in 1941, Prussia looked down to see a knife buried in his stomach.

"Impressive resistance for a Soviet state." He drew the knife out of his flesh painlessly, still squeezing her throat. "It's a shame you have to be one of those damned Reds, Germany could use more determined nations *cough* Austria *cough* in the Axis."

Her only response, besides clawing desperately at the snowy hand crushing her neck was to shoot him a death-glare.

Letting out a snarl, Prussia slashed the knife across her hands, a crimson waterfall erupting as skin parted. He threw her a good distance away, hearing the cracks of bone meeting ground.

"Right now Ludwig's dealing with that other Soviet sister, and then we're moving on to the big man himself. Time for Ivan and I to have an unpteenth rematch."

He smirked. "Hopefully this time it'll be final."

Still, with an anguished cry of fury, Belarus rose up and charged, bloodly hands reaching for him. Even as her nails carved furrows ino his uniform, Gilbert slammed his head into hers, sending a dazed Belarus reeling away, before finally collapsing unconscious to the ground.

Prussia stared at the still form for a moment. Great. Germany had given express orders not to kill any enemy countries yet, so he had to take this fanactical commie with him.

Lost in thought, Gilbert almost didn't notice when a commander rumbled up to him in a tank. "Sir, Belarus is completely under German control, procede under orders north?"

Shaking his head, Prussia nodded, "Yeah, continue north, splitting Army Group B and C. Also, have a medic take this nation to the nearest field hospital before having her join us."

"Very good sir."

Clumbing aboard the Panzer, Gilbert could only shake his head. Such determination... Such strength... wasted.

"Crazy bitch."

Shaking his head again, unable to clear the thoughts of their battle from his head, Gilbert smiled as he redirected his thoughts towards the conquest of the Soviet Union.

With an extremely uncoopertaive captive nation in tow, of course.