Don't Say Russia

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hetalia characters, though I do love them.

Rated T because of content. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease enjoy. =3

"Ooooh West!" Gilbert called. He was laying on the couch flipping through the channels of scary movies. His brother walked into the room, staring unhappily at the mess that was made. "What's up with this mess?" Gilbert turned off the T.V. and stood up. "I was on the phone with Aurthur earlier..." Ludwig began picking up some chips on the floor. "And?" he prodded. Gilbert's face flushed. "And...he told me that something happened during one of his seance's." He got on the floor and helped pick up some of the pig stye. Ludwig stood up and carried the pickings over tot he trashcan. "OK. So, why is that worrying you?" Gilbert shrugged. "He told me to try something out. Could you do it with me?" Ludwig rolled his eyes. "That all depends. What is it?" Gilbert handed him a piece of paper. "He said to go into the bathroom, turn off the lights, light some candles, and say this chant. The candles have to be in a pentagram on the floor." Ludwig frowned. "No." Gilbert bolted up from the floor and jumped onto the older boy. "But we have to! Please! Please? PLEASE!" Ludwig threw the boy onto the couch and ran towards the door. "No. And that's it."

5 hours later...T_T

"Oh come on West, PLEASE?" Gilbert ran behind the boy and threw popcorn at him as he sat. "I don't want to and that is all." Ludwig protested. Gilbert dumped hot tea over his head, but he still didn't budge. "Fine...oh come on, don't be so lame! Just once. PLEASE!" Ludwig smashed his coffee on the table in frustration. "Fine! Good god, would you shut up?" Gilbert backed up a bit, but still wore a smile on his face. "Yup."

"So what are you supposed to do?"

"You just read this out."

"Santo Rita Mita Meadea Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer Santo Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbeldora the Explorer. I've summoned you from the depths of hell...SHOW YOURSELF!" *points at window *

"...Nothing happened?" Gilbert yelled, clawing at the glass. Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Of couse nothing happened. It's a joke. Did you completely forget that today's April 1st?" Grabbing onto the boy's collar, Ludwig yanked him towards the bedroom. "Come on, it's midnight. We need to go to bed." he said. Gilbert struggled under his grip and screamed, "NO! There has to be something! I wanna see what happens!"

The morning's sun glinted into the tiny bedroom that the two shared. Gilbert tossed over to stare at the form in front of him. "Oooh Weeest!~" he called, crawling over top of the male figure. "Good Moorni-AH!" he screams. The boy turned over and stared at the other. "Ah, good morning Gilbert. How are you?" Ivan asks. Gilbert is frozen and falls off the bed, completely passed out. "What's wrong?" Ludwig cries, slamming open the door. He falls backward after seeing blood squirting out from his brothers wound from where he hit his arm on the night stand. "Oh, good morning. Um, could you bring some water. I don't think that Gilbert is feeling good..."

FIN

Heeh. The end. I love you Russia! ^/^ He soo kawaii.

Gilbert-Prussia...Ivan-Russia...Ludwug-Germany

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