This is entirely fiction. I know nothing about Russia or their government. So please don't think that this is real in any way shape or form. This is in no way meant to be racist nor am I accusing the Russian government of anything. This has nothing to do with the current Russian government, or any other government for that matter. This is in no way a political statement. Also I couldn't care less if your communist or capitalist or whatever the fuck. So take this as it is: a fanfiction, nothing more. AlsoI am deeply sorry if I offended anyone, that's the last thing I want to do.
Also I do not own Hetalia nor do I profit from this. Yada, yada.
Russia is secretly killing his people, breeding them into 'Pure Violet Russians'. No-one knew but America found out. With no-one who believes him America must stop Russia on his own. As he begins to take down the government he finds out that Ivan – Russia's human half- is…
Pure Violet Is Killing Me
Chapter 1
The 'Pure Violet Russian'
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2087
"Communist bastard!"
"Stupid American!"
"Russian pig!"
"American dog!"
"Would you two shut up?!" England finally yelled, sick of the umpteenth time America and Russia interrupted the meeting, "America could you please not get into a fight with Russia every time you see him?"
America's head snapped over to England's gaze and his once warm, soft, sky blue eyes were icy cold as they narrowed, "I'm not the one killing my people!"
Russia's eyes flared in anger. Gritting his teeth he growled, "That doesn't concern you America."
America's focus came back to the Russian's fiery glare, "I'm the hero, you bastard. Heroes save people!" He shouted, his voice consuming the entire room.
"Keep your idiotic 'hero' opinions to yourself! My country is my country and your country is yours. You may do what you want with it, but don't meddle in other nations' business!" Russia retorted angrily, his violet eyes flaring like a forest fire.
"Your people can't even speak their minds because your sick selfishness!" America yelled standing up, "All your government wants is money and power. Your people are suffering! You self-centered, compassion deprived, power obsessed, communist, bastard!"
"My people are perfectly happy," Russia said steadily, leaning over the conference table closer to the pompous American challenging him, his fingers drumming subtlety across the conference table.
"Happy? How would you know? You'll kill anyone who disagrees with your corrupt government and your inhuman laws!"
Russia's body stiffened, "Stay out of my business America. I can take care of my own people," he snarled through gritted teeth.
America glared at him angrily, "Take care of your people?! Is the 'Pure Violet Russian' plan what you call taking care of your people?!"
For a split second Russia's eyes widened in fear. But then his hands became fists. His body shook in anger. His face darkened, his eyes narrowed, and he glared at America, daring him to speak.
"My intelligence tells me that your government is murdering people that aren't to your standards! You're killing people you deem unworthy to create a 'Pure Violet Russian' country!" America yelled throwing his fists onto the table in front of him, "Your people have to send in a yearly report of all their 'Pure Violet Russian Duties', those who pass receive a violet tag from the government. For the fortunate people who do pass, they get the privilege of living! And those who don't are murdered by your government!"
America looked to the other nations in disgust, "That's why they wear those purple tags. It's no fashion trend. It's so that their hit-men know who not to kill!" America turned back to Russia, "You're breeding your own people through the process of selective elimination! You're killing innocent people!"
As the other nations watched America with concerned looks, they did not notice Russia violet eyes widen in shock and fear.
"Is this true Russia?" England asked bored, sighing and leaning back in his chair, fiddling with a pen. He was tired of being the mediator of America and Russia's ridiculous fights. Last week America accused Russia of broad casting hypnosis messages through television. The week before that he said that Russia was infusing vodka into the water system... well that one was somewhat believable.
Russia's face darkened. He looked down at the conference table where his clenched fists lay. Even with his long white coat on, which Russia always wore, he could see his own scars branching across his wrists and slightly down his hand. Scars, which were reminders of the countless wars and hate, were spread across his entire body.
Russia raised his head from the table, "No, absolutely not! This is a ridiculous accusation and I'm offended that any of you would believe it," he said coldly, looking straight into England's emerald eyes.
America frowned angrily, glared at Russia, and said sternly, "This means war." And with that America pushed his chair back, and walked out of the conference room.
England stared at America as he stormed out of the conference room, shocked and aggravated by his declaration of war and this ridiculous idea of Russia killing off his own people. Every now and then America would conjure up things from out of nowhere and blow rumors out of proportion. This was most likely that, America hearing some stupid rumor and jumping to conclusions.
He looked over to Russia's fuming figure and said, "Please don't take that seriously. He says that every time I tell him that Doctor Who is better than My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic."
Russia turned his head to England's, his mouth a straight line, his eyes steady and dark, and starred at England for a few glaring moments. Soon his usual childlike smile returned to his face, his eyes wide and innocent, but his stare was still cold and distant.
"Yes, you are right Angliya. Amerika gets worked up over things he doesn't know of or understand," he said calmly, "I will be going now." He pushed his chair back neatly, adjusted his scarf, and briskly walked out the door.
Once Russia exited the building and firmly away from anyone's sight his child like composure crumbled. His teeth clenched shut as his fist pounded into a nearby wall out of pure anger. Russia's lip twitched as he snarled in hate, rage, and distress.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He thought with every pound of his fist.
"Idiot, how could you have been so careless? What are you going to do now?!" Russia asked himself as he walked to his car, "America cannot interfere with this! How did he get that information? I have been working meticulously on this for years! The last thing my country needs is a stupid pompous idiotic nation playing 'hero' and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. This is my country, my people, damn it! He has no idea of what and me my government are doing! I am taking care of my people!"
Russia's blood started to boil and his heart began to beat furiously. He was clutching the steering wheel so hard his knuckles became white as his face was becoming red with anger.
He took a deep breath, "Okay, calm down. We have to settle this quietly. I have to brush it off so no one will notice. But this is a delicate matter. I have to be careful."
Russia pulled into his hotel parking lot and repaired his broken composer.
As he walked through the lobby he spotted the Baltic States, Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania.
His heavy winter boots thudded against the carpeted floor. The Baltics heard the familiar sound; their muscles tensed, their senses alert.
As Russia passed them he said quietly, "Come," and he walked off toward the stair way.
He never liked using elevators. For one, he thought they gave you a false sense of security. You thought you were alone, but really you are being watched – security cameras - and second now-a-days no one ever took the stairs and because of that no one bothered to put up security cameras. And thus he was guaranteed to be alone and away from prying eyes.
The Baltics looked at each other wearily, unspoken messages of fear were sent to one another. And after a few moments, carefully, the Baltic States followed. Whenever Russia ordered them to follow quietly, something was terribly wrong.
Once they were all safely in the stairway, walking up the stairs Russia said, "Did you three see that ice cream shop down town? The ice cream is deliciously cold, like the home land."
Were you three at the G8 meeting? Information has been leaked.
Estonia adjusted his glasses and replied quietly, "Yes, the chocolate ice cream was outstanding. I was unable to finish it though."
Yes, we saw everything. America is on to you. I followed him out when he left so I don't know what happened after that.
"I don't favor chocolate ice cream, but what saves it, I think, is when it's soft severed. Then the taste is magical. It eliminates all those chunks of ice. Don't you agree Lithuania, Latvia?"
He knows too much. This could compromise everything. For now no one believes him because of England. He passed it off as gossip. I believe we should do the same.
"I always thought that nuts tasted well with chocolate ice cream?" Lithuania said without thinking.
Don't you think we should bomb America to stop him from talking?
Russia chuckled lightly. His laugh was cold and frightening.
His laugh was one of a spoiled prince looking down on his subjects, laughing at how pathetic and worthless they were as they groveled in filth, "Oh Lithuania, you should never put nuts on soft served chocolate ice cream. It should be sprinkled."
Idiot, if I silenced him then everyone would know there was something I was hiding. This has to slowly evaporate away, not disappear in an instant.
By this time they had ascended the stairs and entered Russia's hotel room. Even though the high class hotel room was sound proofed they still spoke in code.
"Oh, I guess your right Ivan. Sprinkles would be best."
-BAM!-
Without warning Lithuania found himself slammed against the wall, being held above ground by the scruff of his neck. Russia held him there with one, large, brutal hand. Russia's face was dark and deadly.
Russia's grip was so tight Lithuania coughed and struggled to get any air.
As Russia nearly chocked him holding him up by his neck, he leaned his head down, right next to his right ear. Lithuania's eyes widened when he felt Russia hot breath on his ear. He smelled the familiar sent of rage and vodka. They grew even wider when Russia bit down on the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
Russia's voice was deep with his heavy, husky, Russian accent as he whispered/growled slowly, "You will never call me by that name when discussing ice cream. If you do so again, than I will have no other choice but to invade your country once more," he said then slowly licking the curves Lithuania's ear, "Understand?"
As he pulled back and dropped Lithuania on the floor his sweet smile was back on his face, "It has been a long day. We should all get some rest."
The other Baltics looked at him wide eyed. Lithuania gasped for air, coughing and holding his bruised and pained neck. The atmosphere was heavy and terrifying. They didn't move from the places they stood, just stared in fear.
Russia's innocent smile turned to a dark frown. He scowled and commanded, "Leave."
Estonia and Latvia helped Lithuania up off the floor and they all left in a hurry.
After the door had closed and the sounds of the other nations disappeared, Russia let out a heavy sigh.
He walked over the window of the extravagant hotel room. The sky was dark and black.
The Moon did not show her soft, pale face. The only light that emitted from the sky was of the small – ever so small - lights of shy stars, shining dimly through the sheet of darkness.
Staring out into the open sky Russia thought to himself, "Even now, as I sit here watching the night go by, more and more impure blood is being spilt and Russia is becoming purely violet once again."
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Okay! So that's the first chapter! First chapters are always the hardest to write. So it'll get better, I promise! Sorry if the last bit felt a little rushed. But I'm having fun writing this and I really hope you enjoyed it too! Did you like the Doctor Who and MLP reference? And sorry if it felt a bit over worded, or corny, or anything that was bad in anyway shape or form!
Why the 'Pure Violet Russian' plan? Well because Russia's eyes are violet of course!
Please! Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, what you want more of, less of, anything! I love and cherish each review! Thank you!
Oh, and that's right Russia talks about the execution of his own people in ice cream code! Fear the cream.