Russia yawned. The World Meeting had taken place at his house, and arguing countries plus hosting them equals a very tired Russia! He looked around the meeting room and noticed the mess that the countries had made. He snapped his fingers and called his three servants,
"Lithuania! Estonia! Latvia!"
The three nations appeared at once, for fear of angering Russia with slowness. They had never seen Russia actually get angry, but considering what they'd been through when Russia was in a good mood, they didn't want to know what his rage looked like.
"Yes, sir?"
"Yes, Russia-san?"
"Yes?"
"Clean this meeting room up for me! I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. Belarus is visiting, and I need all the energy that I can get to keep her out of the house, da?" He smiled, allowing the Baltic Trio to laugh at his joke. They were too terrified to make a noise, but they smiled slightly.
As Russia was about to leave, he noticed a small black book on one of the chairs. His mother, Scythia's voice came back to him.
"Don't take what isn't yours, Little Russia. You don't know what it can do to you!"
He smiled as he thought of his mother. How sweet she was with him and his sisters! He picked up the book and leafed through it, trying to figure out whose book it was. Or more importantly, what the book was about. It looked funny, with all the little pictures and silly little words! He turned to the Baltics, who were still cleaning the room.
"After you finish cleaning the room, you can all go to bed. I'm going now. See you tomorrow! Remember to leave my vodka in the refrigerator!"
"Y-yes sir!
"O-of course, sir!"
"Alright, s-sir!"
Russia walked to his room and sat down on his bed, trying to read the book. He turned to a page with a picture he liked. It was a very cute little pentagram! So that's what the book was about! It was a book about games, with pictures you drew on the floor! It all made sense to him now! He took out a piece of chalk and drew the symbol exactly as it was. The words underneath it... oh! He had to say them! They were a little weird, but he did his best.
"Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer!
Gwna fi ifanc, a mi am ddim. Fel plentyn, gadewch i mi fod!"
A bright light shone from the pentagram. The book became white-hot, scorching Russia's hands. As he dropped the book, a white smoke filled the room, surrounding Russia and almost encasing him. Pain shot through his body like knives as his bones contracted and shrank.
And then the smoke dissipated. The light stopped shining. All that was left was a huge coat and scarf on the ground...with a little child struggling to get them off himself.
"Help me, da! I don't know where I am! I can't even get this huge thing off me! HELP!"