I don't Own Hetalia
Cold Eyes
America fell face first out of his chair, slamming his head on the table as a metal pipe was brought down on it.
"OW! What was that for?"
The younger nation yelled as he rubbed the large bump on the back of his head.
"You should not insult my people, little comrade, it is not polite."
"I didn't insult them, I just made jokes out of your country."
He said trying to hold back his laughter.
The larger nation sighed and sat back in his chair, with his pipe at hand in case the American wanted to joke about his nation again.
"Can we please get back to the meeting?"
England said scolding the two of them.
"Yep! I think I'm done humiliating are commie friend for the day."
America said still grinning like an idiot.
The larger nation gave on of his innocent smiles and turned to the American, making sure he saw him grip his pipe. The America smiled back and unzipped his jacket, showing of the fully loaded revolver hooked to his belt loop.
"You wouldn't dare try to pull a gun on me, America, would you?"
His eyes darkened and became cold while still giving off that innocent grin of his.
"Only if swing that water drain at me."
"That is if you live long enough to pull the trigger"
America began to chuckle and his voice grew louder. You couldn't even hear England's lecture because of America's loud mouth. Not that anyone cared, the only one who actually listen to what England has to say is Germany, who was at the moment taking a pain reliever for the blistering headache America's voice was causing. The only other person who even looked like they were paying attention was France, and that was only because he stares at England all day no matter what, and and occasionally blows a kiss or winks at him when they make eye contact.
"HA! Please no one can kill me, I am the Hero after all."
America yelled happily,
"You can't take down the Hero, besides I took your ass down once and can easily do it again just li-"
As America was forming his hand into a snapping motion his gloating was cut off by another spike of pain from Russia's lead pipe on the back of his head. The force of Russia's swing caused America to fall forward and slam his head against the table once again.
The younger nation looked up at the now standing Russia. He swung his pipe again aiming it straight for America's head, but missed as America dodged it and hit the defenseless Italian instead. While America dunked Russia's pipe, he had caught a glimpse of his face and made eye contact with the taller nation for less than a second. In that short amount of time America had made one of the worst and stupidest decisions in his life.
It was even worse than the time he broke his foot while trying to run to England because he had a bowl of ice cream for him.
It was worse than the time he dressed up like a zombie to scare Japan, but ended up getting a socked in the eye with rock.
It was even worse than the time he hid in Italy's closet to pop out and scare him, but instead got a face full of fist from Germany, Austria, and Britain. This was the worst thing the stupid boy had ever done.
The younger nation started straight into the Russian man's eyes and laughed. Russia's eyes widened at the sight of America's smile. It filled him with rage, just watching the boy laugh made Russia want to hit him again. America jumped to his feet and pulled out his revolver as Russia tightened the grip on his pipe. He raised it high over his head ready to swing, when something tugging on his scarf and pulled him back. The older country turned around to find Germany yanking on his coat.
"ENOUGH!"
The German man shouted while he slammed Russia's head into the chair and breaking it with one punch.
"I am sick of this constant fighting between you two! Everyday you do this and make a mess of the place, both of you just shu-"
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Germany turned around to see a laughing American interrupting him.
"Dude you totally sucker punched him!"
Germany glared at America and waited patiently for him to stop. America's back was facing the black board where England was standing. He also had, had enough of this. He was furious at the thought of being interrupted for this mess. While America continued to laugh the British nation slowly walked up behind the hunched over nation and smacked the back of his head as hard as he could.
"OW! What the heck man?! Why did you just-"
"Need I remind you that, you're being scolded right now!"
England yelled as he bopped America on the head one last time.
America rolled his eyes and continued to laugh.
"Hahaha! Sorry dude, that's just way to funny. Seeing Russia get his butt kicked a twice, that's hilarious! HA! Hey Russia, how's it feel to get your ass kicked a second time?"
"Will you shut the hell up!?"
Germany shouted. America just ignored him and continued to taunt and push Russia closer to the edge.
Russia stayed on his hands and knees, whispering something in Russian over and over.
"убивать, убивать, убивать, убивать, убивать"
"Huh, What was that? I couldn't hear you over the memory of your ass getting kicked again!"
Russia couldn't take it anymore, he stood up, absentmindedly, and grabbed the American by his shirt, yelling the same thing as before over and over into America's face.
"убивать, убивать, убивать, убивать, убивать!"
America was shocked. He had never seen Russia act this way, he didn't even know what to do or how to act. He just stood there, still. Russia continued to yell in Russian. Germany and England tried to pry him off of America while Japan and France tend to Italy, who was baling his eyes out from Russia's pipe.
Germany pulled Russia off America only to have him swing his pipe at both Germany and England. He was sick of all of them. He wanted them all dead, especially America. He turned back to the startled nation once again grabbing him by his shirt, but instead of yelling Russia brought America closer and whispered something in his ear.
"Ты больше не мой товарищ, я убью вас вместе с вашими жалкими друзей."
He threw the American down and left without another word.
After Russia left Germany ran straight to Italy making sure he was okay. America stood up and watched as Russia stormed off.
"Ubivat'?"
America turned to see England questioning the word Russia said over and over.
"w-what?"
America ask,
"Ubivat', that's what Russia was repetitively saying, wasn't it?"
"Oh, yeah..it, it was."
America looked back toward Russia who had now fully disappeared. He couldn't stopped thinking about Russia had just said, what did it even mean?
"Now what does that mean?"
"H-huh, what?"
America snapped out of his thought and back to England.
"What was that man? Sorry dude, I guess I got a little distracted."
England sighed and pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead,
"Of course you weren't listening, why would you be?"
"Jeez, sorry dude"
"There is no reason to be sorry, well other than to Russia that is."
England turned to the black board and wrote the out the Russian word Ubivat' on it. He stared at the word for a while before asking the question to himself again.
"What does it mean?"
England stood in front of that board pondering about it for what seemed like hours. In the time he had done so Germany and Japan had stop the bleeding on Italy's head, Canada and France had left, and America had done as little as nothing. He just stood there, staring in the door way. Still stunned from what had just happened.
"What do you think, America?"
He stood there silent completely unaware that England was speaking.
"Hello, America?"
He still didn't say anything back.
"Alfred!"
England yelled. America snapped out of the trance and turned to him.
"Oh, what? uh..sure yeah."
"Dammit Alfred!"
England started to massage his temples.
"Oh for Pete sake!"
China got up and wrote something else under the word England had written.
Убивать.
"There now will you all shut up?!"
The room went silent and they all stared at him.
"China, what does that mean?"
"Whatever it means, I don't have time for it. I need to take Italy home, he won't stop crying"
Germany picked Italy up and just like that he was gone.
"I am sorry to say this, but I need to leave too. I have much to do at home."
Japan said as he followed Germany out of the room.
"I agree with them, It's getting late the meeting was over hours ago. Why are we still here?"
China began to walk out of the conference room but was stopped by England tugging on his shirt.
"Wait China, what the hell does that mean?"
China smacked England's hand away,
"You people are really that stupid, aren't you?"
"Just tell me what the hell it means!"
The British man yelled.
"Dude don't worry about it man!"
America shouted
"I'll be fine, you can't kill off the Hero!"
"Some hero, you're going to get yourself killed, I hope you know that."
"I hate to say it, but China's right."
"Of course I am, he doesn't stand a chance."
"Will you just shut up and tell us what it means?!"
China rolled his eyes and pushed England back.
"Let him figure it out, he is the big 'Hero' after all."
China stormed out leaving the two former brothers alone in the room.
"Jeez, whats his problem?"
America sad pulling out his cell phone.
England turned to his ex-brother and took his phone.
"Hey! Dude I was using that."
"Alfred, this is serious."
"No it's not, and stop calling me that. I didn't become a country to be called Alfred, It's America, dude."
"If you're such a great country then fix this!"
England yelled as he threw the phone down in a fit.
"Hey, come on dude don't break it."
America bent down to grab it, but England grabbed his hand before he could.
"Alfred, listen to me!"
This made America mad, which was rare for him. He had only gotten mad two times other than this one. Both of them were because of the man standing before him. Apparently England had for gotten America's strength, and how it ended up the last time England got on his bad side.
England saw the look in his eye and quickly let go.
"Alf..er..America?"
"Listen, don't worry about me, I kicked that guy's ass once I can do it again."
America picked up his phone and turned to the door.
"America wait."
England said as he placed a hand on his shoulder. The young nation looked over his shoulder to see what England wanted.
"Please America, just be careful. I don't want you getting into another war with him."
America could see how worried England was, he hated it when England acted all motherly like that. America brought a fake smile to his face.
"Come on man, don't act like that. I'll be fine."
England took his hand off America's shoulder as he began to walk away.
"You can't kill the Hero!"
America yelled as he left the room. England watched as his former brother ran down the hallway. America might have been his own country, but to England he was still his little Alfred.
England sighed and walked back to the table for his papers.
"I really hope so. Dammit Alfred, what have you gotten yourself into..."
That is all I got so far I hope you all liked it, please write a comment or something and I hope you all enjoyed it.