To Save My Soul

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Hello this is a note to kick off the first chapter in the next instalment of the Historian's! If you have no idea what I'm talking about then you should go read Set Fire to the World which can be found if you click on my name. Or press on my name if you are reading this with your IPhone, IPad, Itouch, ect. If you don't you will probably have no idea how these people relate to each other and to the nations. There will be some creepy parts simply because my mind is functioning like this at the moment. However this story should help get rid of that so I can write more silly and less horror filled things.

I hope you enjoy the chapter and please tell me what you think. Or face becoming one with Mother Russia, da?

Chapter One:

The grandfather clock stuck midnight its ringing bell resounding throughout the quiet household. Nikita Maximovna Stalin rubbed her tired eyes taking a chance to look away from the computer screen. She picked up her mug only to realize that the coffee was cold, setting the mug down she went back to stare at the screen.

"If you don't go to bed at a normal time little istorik I will have to make you become one with me." Russia's promise filtered through Nikita's sleep deprived brain. Yes she was Russia's historian and that came with huge responsibilities but that didn't mean that Russia made her become one with him, his threat however was a terrifying one at that. With self preservation kicking in Nikita gathered her paperwork that she finished and filed it away and her uncompleted work in a thinner folder and power down her computer.

She was about to turn off her desk lamp when her cell phone started to ring. Eye twitching Nikita picked up her phone to look at the number. Her eyes widen in shock, it was the number of the prison where they were keeping Nickolas in isolation hoping that he would be able to speak. "Miss Stalin I'm sorry to have to call you so late but you need to see this for your very own eyes."

Nikita sighed but heard the urgency in the man's voice "I'll be there as soon as possible." She hung up the phone and turned off her lamp and walked out of her office/study and quietly made her way to the front door after leaving the mug into the kitchen sink and leaving a note for Russia. Slipping on a coat and slipped out the door.

Nikita couldn't believe what she was seeing. All over the walls were dates and numbers written in blood. She slowly turned around taking in everything in barely hearing what the guards were saying. "He's being restrained at the moment if you with to speak with him." The warden said as Nikita walked out the isolation room.

Nodding she followed the man listening to all the quietness of the prisoners sleeping. The warden pulled out a key card swiped the key and opened the door allowing Nikita to walk in. She stopped short see the man that had kidnapped Russia and tried to kill her, the man was huddling his large frame looking oddly smaller he wrist was wrapped in white bandages that were slowly being stained with his own blood. "Has he spoken?" the warden asked as Nikita walked further into the room and sat down across from him.

"Not a word sir." One of the guards said.

Nickolas glanced up towards Nikita before looking back down fiddling with his bandage. Nikita crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair her head tilted to the side. It was several minutes of tense silence before Nikita sighed and stood up she turned to the warden and said "Take him back and keep an eye on him, and make sure that he has a steady supply of pens and notebooks so that way he won't resort of using his blood again."

The warden nodded and moved to open the door when a raspy voice whispered "Der Todd ea Madchens wird meine Seele retten."

Nikita turned around as Nickolas continued to whisper "La morte della ragazza salver la mia anima."

"The death of the girl will save my soul."

"The death of the girl will save my soul."

Suddenly Nickolas lunged at Nikita barely being restrained by the two guards as he blindly reached for Nikita. Only the sound of the safety being clicked off and the cool barrel pointed to Nickolas's forehead. "…save my soul…save my soul…save my soul" the man whimpered looking up at Nikita with glazed eyes.

"You damned your soul when you tried to take Ivan, you can rot in hell for all I care." Nikita sneered pulling the gun away from his forehead and tucked it into the waistband of her jeans and walked out of the room. She stopped long enough for the warden to walk out of the room then asked "Is the room still the same?"

"I haven't told anybody to clean it yet."

"I would like to look at it before you clean it." Nikita said walking back to the isolation room seeing the blood slowly drying. Ignoring the coppery tang Nikita pulled out her phone and dialed a number.


Prussia groaned hearing one of the cell phones begin to ring. Who on this planet would think about calling him at three in the morning? "Hello?" Anya's voice rasped pulling Prussia out of his train of thought. "Nikita? What do you mean Nickolas wrote something on the walls of his cells with his blood?"

Prussia propped himself on his elbows watching his historian sit up and pull on one of his shirts before walking down the stairs "Hold on Nikita I need to get to my lap top." Curiosity peaked Prussia's interest and sleeps no longer an option he got up and slipped on some pajama pants before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen where Anya, Benjamin, and Germany were looking at the laptop eyes wide open in shock. "That date is when the Second World War started."

"There are other languages written and most of them I can't even read because they are smudged." Nikita's voice came from the phone and the laptop which had Skype open and was slowly turning around in a room that was partly covered with red writing. Prussia leaned over Anya's shoulder watching the reddish brunette appear on the screen "Not only that when I went to go see him he wouldn't say anything till I got up to leave and he kept repeating the same phrase over and over 'the death of the girl will save my soul' whatever that means."

Anya leaned back into Prussia's chest tapping the table top with her finger "I don't know what to make of this Nikita. This has never happened before since historian's live just as long as their nations."

"I have a theory." Benjamin said setting his coffee cup down, "Well Chloe had the idea but it makes sense when you think about it."

"I'm all ears Ben."

"When we were in that cave several months ago the men were trying to kill the historians and take the nation's power thus turning themselves into the personification of their nation. So in theory since they are still alive they are a version of what historian's are supposed to be." Benjamin explained. "But we haven't suffered any problems since we are the original historians and we also need to be recognized by another historian and nation to complete the process."

"But it's just a theory."

"He might be right about that," Anya said looking thoughtful. "Unfortunately I'm not the oldest historian."

"That's a bad thing?"

Anya grinned and said "Well in our reality we freeze in the state our body is in now so yea it can be a bad thing since the oldest historian just found out that he was a historian only two weeks ago. Take as many pictures as you can and when we meet at a world meeting we can get all the historian's together and try to figure out what he was writing, and Nikita be careful please."

"Right." And the call ended as well as the computer going black.

"I have this horrible feeling that something bad is going to happen." Benjamin muttered looking down at his mug.

"You're not the only one." Anya muttered.


Nikita slipped the IPad back into her backpack where her historian book and camera were held. Why she had a camera Nikita would never know, but it did come in handy as she pulled it out and started to snap away. Thirty minutes later Nikita felt as if she took over ten thousand pictures, but was positive she had every piece of words on her small camera and walked out of the room rubbing her straining gray eyes. As soon as she walked out of the room a group of men walked in armed with mops and buckets of sudsy water and bleach.

"Is there a room that I can take a quick nap before I head back?" Nikita asked turning away as soon as the smell of bleach hit her nose.

"We have a dark room this way." The warden said leading Nikita down the hall. The older man left her as she walked into the wonderfully dark room placing her bag on one of the beds before falling face first onto another bed. Groaning feeling the semi hard mattress press into her face she turned onto her side and pulled out her phone sending a quick text to Russia before passing out.

Hetalia! Hetalia! Hetalia!

The sound of Russia's phone going off distracted him from the three trembling nations in front of him. He turned around knowing that they would try to escape while he was distracted, it didn't matter, they had nowhere to hide and Russia always found them in the end. "Hello?" Russia answered his phone after making sure that it wasn't his younger sister.

"Sir, there's a problem at the prison where Nickolas is being kept." The man on the other end of the line certainty didn't waste any of Russia's time. However, that name had placed Russia's phone in danger of being crushed, and Nikita didn't want to have to replace another phone in just a short amount of time. Russia couldn't help it. It was an effective weapon to use against Belarus at the time, but back to the issue at hand.

"A problem?" Russia asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yes sir, it seems as if the prisoners have escaped and taken control of the facility. There's no immediate danger of them escaping the grounds since it went into an automatic lock down and can only be deactivated by someone on the outside…however…" the man trailed off before continuing "The diver that was sent to pick up your historian has said that she hasn't left the building to meet him outside the gate, we have security cameras synched up and it shows that she is still inside the building."

Russia's eyes widen in shock. The prison was state of the art with high tech security and the best trained and toughest guards stationed there. They had to be the best considering they were dealing with cannibals, murders, rapist, and mentally dangerous occupants. And his Nikita was trapped in the building with over a hundred psychos. His historian, the one that keeps General Winter away from Russia and brightens the house with warm sunflowers, the one who looks at him without flinching in fear like the rest of the nations. His little podsolnechnik* was in danger.

There were protocols that Russia had to follow but it was his historian, the one person that can truly understand him. It made him want to ignore all the rules and go in there with his trusty pipe and make sure that no one touches his historian.

"Is everything alright Russia?" Lithuania asked after losing the rock paper scissors battle. Russia turned to look at the trembling nations before him. He thought that they had left already. "Is Miss Nikita alright? Should you have one of us call the other historians?"

That was it. He couldn't go in, but that didn't mean that he could ask one of the historians for help. He didn't like the thought of asking another for help, but the thought of losing his newly gained historian over ridded the urge to keep this matter to himself. After all, he did need someone to help fend off his crazy little sister, but who would he call?

Evelyn? No, she was still in Afghanistan, Russia knew as much since America wouldn't shut up about how much it pissed him off about it. And everybody thought America still hated Russia since the Cold War. That anger didn't compare to America's hatred to the other nation.

Leila? Russia had heard that she was good with knives and was becoming scary proficient in infiltrating high security buildings. She was also friends with Nikita. Russia would call Leila.

Benjamin? He was in Germany's military but not deployed like Evelyn was, and he was good in strategizing.

Chloe? Italy had just bragged about his historian hacking into the latest security protected computer the other day. Russia knew that sooner or later the men watching the prison from the outside would soon lose control. Chloe would be able to get it back.

He would call these three. They were friends with Nikita and would convince their nations that it would be in their best interest to come help as soon as possible.


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