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This isn't history-related at all. This is my vent story because I've had a bad day and I love to explore the darker side of Russia—he's my go-to character. This is all from the top of my head.
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Soviet Red

Monster.

Divide and conquer. Become the strongest in the world. That is your sole purpose.

A hulking man garbed in a navy blue military overcoat with crimson and gold embellishments, matching pants, beige scarf and earth-hued steel-toed boots stood over the squirming brunette under his foot, the frozen snow crackling and popping in protest as a colossal weight pushed the other into the ground. The swirling wind on that subzero December morning blew the uniformed man's ash blonde hair out of his clouded amethyst eyes as he pointed a double-barreled shotgun in-between the sienna-haired man's eyes, a childish but sadistically-sweet smile breaking across his face. "You have no choice but to join with me in this matter. I annihilated every last one of your troops and poisoned your water supply for good measure. You must accept the sickle and hammer of the Soviet Union, Lithuania, or have your brains blown out on your own country's soil."

Lithuania's sea green eyes darted all around him, touching on the silhouette of his army's general slumped against the ground nearby, the thick canvas of snow underneath him saturated with carmine blood. "I-It is for the sake of my country… t-that I will join you… R-Russia," he stated, his voice quivering as his stomach churned uneasily.

"Good, good," Russia murmured as he lifted his foot off of the center of Lithuania's chest, lowering his gun and bending at the hip to hoist his new subordinate off of the battlefield, gloved fingers tightening into a vice grip around Lithuania's left wrist. "How about we go collect the other two Baltic states, da? I'm sure you'll thank me later for the company."

Anxiety wrenched Lithuania's heart from his chest and transplanted it into his stomach, his eyes turning sharply to the towering country that stood one step in front of him. "P-Please, Russia… don't hurt them…." His voice lost the firmness that he had possessed in battle as little as an hour before.

Russia shook his head and shrugged enigmatically, acutely tugging Lithuania's wrist as he strode in the direction of the north. "I make no promises that I can't keep, da? We'll see if they get hurt or not. And from now on, you will address me as Mr. Russia. I am your boss now, after all."

The sleeting snow rapped against the window, a calm reminder that winter had settled in within the month. Russia perched behind his desk, signing a few formal-looking pieces of parchment paper before turning to the window in his swivel-chair. A satisfied grin broke across his face as he dropped his pen onto the large desk, straightening to his feet and stepping close to the window. Fresh memories from the December flashed before his eyes like the incessant, watery flakes of snow that thrashed the panes of glass inches away from his face: Latvia and Estonia had joined him peacefully after seeing that he had taken Lithuania; his sisters undoubtedly joined him once he asked, they never wanted to disappoint their only brother; and an unexpected treasure by the name of Prussia was forced into his collection that comprised the Soviet Union. Though he had obviously warned him, Prussia was the only one to resist, battling for his freedom until he fell unconscious at the fists of Russia. The shock of scarlet blood that spurted from Prussia's nose flickered across Russia's mind just before he fainted against the wet ground, his bruised and battered body tossed over Russia's shoulder and taken to his new home just outside of Moscow.

Fingers of Siberian desolation curled around the snowy country's frame, undoubtedly encasing his heart in a block of unyielding ice. I have subordinates… but no one to call my 'friend'… or my 'own.' Shadows of tears ghosted over his lavender irises as his hands rose to his temples, pushing on them to brace himself for internal retaliation.

You do not need anyone but your subordinates. To rely on others is to be weak, and you must be strong. The strongest to ever exist, the strongest in the world. You have no say in this: your destiny has already been pre-determined. You must fulfill it, no matter what the cost... even if that cost comes down to your own mortality.

No! I don't care if it is my destiny or not, I don't want to do this! It's wrong…! I want friends instead of subordinates! I'm tired of the other countries fleeing at the sight of me! I'm… a monster…! Russia screamed into the abyssal depths of his mind, lashing out at the seething voice in the back of his head. Scorching tears prickled his eyes, welling up but refusing to tumble down his cheeks.

If you really felt that way, Russia, you would have refused to capture the Baltic states! You added them to the Soviet Union because you listened to me... If you really cared about being a "monster," you wouldn't have taken the lives of the innocent civilians in the countries that you abducted. You are a monster: that is all you will ever amount to—

"Russia, you verdammt piece of shit! Turn around and face me, I'm ready to fight again! I won't stand by while you order me around, you Communist bastard!"

The words pierced Russia like the shot from an assault rifle, the bullet fragmenting and diffusing through every part of his being. Narrowed wisteria eyes met determined vermilion as Russia turned about-face to greet the albino intruder, his hands leaving his head and returning to his sides. "You dare to speak to me like that, Prussia? I am your boss, after all… such disrespect…" he murmured just loud enough for his company to hear, pacing out from behind his office's desk.

"You will never rule me, Russia! No one can ever control the awesome me!" Prussia exclaimed through gritted teeth, his right hand hidden behind the small of his back and twisted around lethal, frigid steel.

Russia closed the gap between him and Prussia instantly, gloved fingers constricting around the shorter country's throat before he had a chance to defend. "Is that so, Prussia?" Russia rasped, a malicious edge present in his accented voice.

Prussia transferred the relentless metal to his left hand, raising the single barrel to Russia's left temple. "Yep, I think so," Prussia muttered, his eyes searching the corrupt lilac of his captor's eyes. "Give me my freedom and reunite me with my younger brother, or else I'll blow your motherfucking brains out."

"You think one shot from a feeble pistol like that will kill me, Prussia? Do you think I'm afraid of a threat like that?" Russia shot back, his index and middle finger digging into Prussia's fluttering pulse, easily bruising the porcelain skin of his neck. "You have no idea of what I've been through in regard to pain, da?"

Russia's free hand flew to Prussia's neck as his knee rose up and collided with his toned stomach. "Ah!" Prussia barked, turning his head to cough as Russia forced him onto his back in one motion, pinning him to the ground with a booted foot on his chest.

"You'll have to be quicker than that if you want me dead, Prussia!" Russia laughed, unzipping his military overcoat as his hand dove into its folds, retrieving a long, heavy faucet pipe and brandishing it in his dominant hand.

The lead pipe came down against the side of Prussia's head before he had a chance to block the blow, a choked cry of pain ripping from his throat as he carelessly aimed the pistol up at Russia and squeezed the trigger. Russia hardly winced as the bullet tore through his left thigh, blood snaking through the heavy fabric of his pants. Prussia's arms crisscrossed in front of his face as the pipe came down again, a stomach-churning crack reverberating around the room as his right elbow bent forward in its socket. "Ach! You need to die!" Prussia cried as the silhouette of Russia towering above him swam in his blurred vision.

He managed to unload three more shots into Russia before the large country lost his balance, pitching backward and crashing to the arctic hardwood, all of the breath vacating his lungs in a rushed huff. Prussia hopped to his feet, adrenaline and willpower being the only forces that propelled him to move as he straddled Russia to restrain him, the mouth of the obsidian gun kissing the temple on the right side of the glacial country's forehead. Russia's breath shuddered as he gazed into Prussia's face, something inside of him suddenly snapping: the shroud that seemed to overshadow his eyes noticeably lifted, the intensity of his violet eyes burning into Prussia's carnelian optics. The albino's eyes bulged in shock as Russia's hand folded around his own clasping the gun. "All I am is an uncaring, merciless monster…." Russia stated as lukewarm tears overflowed from the dam in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks for the third time in his existence. "Dissolve the Soviet Union, Prussia. I only want… to be Russia again… and nothing else. Go to your brother: the Wall will collapse."

Russia pressed Prussia's finger into the trigger, never uttering a word of pain as the bullet bored into his malleable temple, exiting just beneath his ear. Ethereally vibrant blood streamed from his new wounds, matting his argentine hair and soaking the floor underneath him. Prussia stood, gingerly casting the gun aside as he spoke. "I'll see you on the other side, someday… if you're not a verdammt monster like you are now…."

He bolted from the room, his words impregnating the pervading silence as foreboding ice replaced the tepid blood in Russia's veins. I won…. he thought absently as his eyes darted across the ceiling, all of the tension flowing out of his muscles for one of the only times in his memory. "Mr. Russia? I heard something that sounded like gunshots, are you—"

The shaky voice of Latvia trailed off as he stood in the doorway, clear azure eyes scanning the motionless form of his boss. He flew to Russia's side, his knees connecting with the bloodstained floor as his hands cupped the frozen country's face. "Mr. Russia! What happened? You need help, you've lost so much blood…."

"Latvia, stop." Russia's command was firm despite the immense amount of blood that now dyed the mahogany hardwood floor a deep scarlet. "You… and the other Baltic states… and my sisters… are all free to return to your countries. The Soviet Union is no more… see? All of the Soviet red in my body is gone now…."

"What's going to happen to you now, Mr. Russia?" Tears captivating raw emotion swam in Latvia's sky eyes as he stared into Russia's blanched face, the color gradually ebbing away from his features. Though Russia had forced him to join the Union, Latvia never minded it: in some strange way, a pebble of affection had formed in his heart for the Siberian country.

"I will return to how I was before the Soviet Union, Latvia," Russia breathed, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes fluttered closed. "I… I will be so much better. No longer this… this savage that I've become…. We will meet again in the future, and you will see…. Please, tell the others that I am no longer… their boss…."

"O-Of course, Mr. Russia…" Latvia replied, brushing the silvery hair away from Russia's forehead as he leaned down, planting a kiss as gentle as butterfly wings in the center of it before straightening and dashing away.

Russia welcomed the pitch-black miasma that overtook his brain, ripping away any shred of the Soviet Union that still remained as the last of his blood trickled out; an enervated smile spread across his face as he realized that the baleful voice in his head had finally quelled before giving in to the colorless haze that enveloped him.

To be continued.