Time to End it All

Chapter 1

Outside, wisps of wind pushed around small delicate snowflakes, before finally letting them drift to the ground peacefully.

Outside, the harsh winter delivered it's cold, demonic wrath upon the beautiful snowy lands of Russia.

Outside, people shivered in cold, wrapping their coats and scarves more tightly around themselves before walking on.

All this, Russia knew. He also knew that he was very, very tired... and that maybe it was finally time to end it all. A meteor had struck Russia recently, causing a lot of damage. He could feel the pain and suffering of the people affected by the crash.

Why? All those wars you survived, he thought bitterly to himself, you didn't give up, yet you give up now, because of a meteor? He couldn't help letting out a bitter laugh. Deep down, he knew the meteor was just an excuse for him to give up. He had clung to survival during the wars for his country and people, but now he wasn't needed, so why not?

Russia glanced out the window, where the snow was slowly drifting down from the sky, then back at the metal object he held in his hand. The silver gun gleamed in the dim light shining in from the window, somehow finding a way in despite the thick snow. Maybe, it was time to end it.

He had been feely very tired lately, it wasn't that his body was tired, oh no, he was full of energy. It was deep down, his ancient soul - hardened by wars and death, suffering and pain, which had survived hardship nobody, not even a nation, deserved to endure since childhood - that was tired. If he wanted to die, now would be a good time to do it. He had survived wars from the inside and the outside. Russia was at peace and would prosper once winter had gone. His country would be able to manage without him, after all, even his own people were afraid of him. Nobody would miss Russia, the intimidating and creepy nation, would they?

Russia let out a deep sigh, then slowly, he lifted the gun and pointed it to his head, he could feel the coldness of the metal seeping into his head where the gun pressed. Somehow, it felt apt to die today, of all days. To die on the same day he was born. It was his birthday today, and no one cared. Who would?

He heard the door opening and then slamming downstairs. A voice called out his name, followed by hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. Russia's finger twitched on the trigger. The door to his room flew open. There was a BANG, and the last thing he heard before he sunk into the comforting darkness was a voice calling his name.

Then the darkness swallowed him whole.

I know this is really depressing, and I've always thought of Russia as a lonely nation who is often misjudged and just wants to make friends. I'm thinking of writing two ending, one sad and one happy. This is my first Hetalia fan-fiction, so please forgive me if it is crappy.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.