Author's Note: Just a little drabble I found about my favorite nation, and what it might be like for him in the days leading up to the Revolution.

Axis Powers Hetalia does not belong to me, nor do the characters therein. I'm not making any money on this, and I'm very poor. We cool? Good.


He had a headache again. This wasn't due to drinking too much vodka, something he'd been doing increasingly lately. It wasn't illness. It was a pounding migraine that made it impossible to do anything except curl into a small ball in a dark room and wait it out. The pain was almost so bad that he couldn't see; everything was cloaked in a red haze. He'd been getting these with alarming regularity recently. They'd come on suddenly, and could last anywhere from ten minutes to several days.

He had the most extraordinary thoughts when these headaches came on. They were somewhat incoherent, of course, because anything would be when seen through the pain. But he thought about blood, and death, and how satisfying it would be to see the look on the pigs' faces when he finally killed them all...

A door creaked open. "Ivan? Can you play with me?" The little girl's voice just made his headache flare up angrily. He made an incomprehensible sound of protest.

Another voice, quieter. "Shh. Leave Ivan alone, Anya. He's not feeling well."

And suddenly, his headache vanished, just like that. He was a little dizzy, but that was it. What had he been thinking of? He couldn't remember. He sat up shakily. "It's all right, Olishka. I feel better now." He smiled at his little friend. "I'll play with you, Anya. But no trees, okay?"

"Okay!" She ran off, giggling, to fetch some of her toys. He stared after her, a slightly troubled frown on his face.

"You and your family should leave, Nikky."
"This is our home! I will do no such thing!"
"I have a feeling. Bad things are going to happen."
"I will not run like a coward!"
"I wish you would."

He had an inkling of what the headaches meant.