Rock a bye baby, on the tree tops
He held the body in his arms, a crazed grin slowly forming on his face. There were flecks of red dotting his pale skin, but he didn't notice.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
"All will become one with Russia, da." He whispered, almost as an afterthought as he slowly set the body down.
When the wind blows, the cradle will fall
He stood up, his massive body stiff as he produced a gun from his belt and placed it to his temple.
And down will come baby
"All will become one…"
Cradle and all.
Bang.
...I...
have absolutely no idea.
This is probably one of the most twisted things I've ever written. I was laughing about one of the German players' name in the world cup (his last name is Butt, for crying out loud!), and then I got to thinking about how depressing the song Rock a Bye Baby really is, and then BAM, the urge to write Crazed!Russia hit me like a slap to the face.
So I wrote this.
In less than five minutes.
...Enjoy.
PS: I have no idea whose body it was. O.o