Note: Hetalia does not belong to me it belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz. Gott who knows what I would've done if I owned them. Any way's this is rated M for later chapters but for now, some Fluff, Gore and romance…and some other shit I don't know….. Also sorry if I make them a little or too O.O.C I really don't mean too, I never really write that much anymore so…
~have Fun!
As the snow lightly falls, Maiya was stuck with paperwork. Clearly ticked that her 2 roommates were out doing who knows what. The clock on the wall kept Click Click Click. She broke her own pen in half, barely with any fore. As she was about to stand and walk out to calm down, the phone started to ring. "Who the Fuck is this!" She yelled through the phone. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm Sorryyyyy!" She recognized the voice of her oldest roommate. Her 'Italia' Malta. "What is it? I'm busy" she calmed down a little, feeling bad for yelling at the Italian nation. "Me and Spania are stuck…" she trailed off. Maiya didn't like the tone she was getting, since she was so used to the Happy, cheery tone. "Again? Where-"She was cut off when she heard the phone beep. "Italia make it quick! My boss is calling" She said, panicking due to her harsh boss and his bad tempers when she doesn't pick up. "We're…At...At -"Maiya stared at the phone. "Italia! Are you there!" no answer? "The Phone must have died or something…" she though. "I need to call my boss and apologize for not picking up…again." As she was putting down the phone to grab the other she heard a knock at the door. She signed, and got up from the cluttered desk, walked out of the small office, and the short walk from there to the door. She opened and to her surprise, it was Russia. "Privet Russland!" She waved cheerfully. "Privet Comrade! I wanted to talk to you." She nodded and allowed the tall nation into her home. She closed the door to her office, and walked to the living room, currently where her guest was and sat right across from Russia. "So what's the problem? If it was my roommates again, I'm sorry about your Vodka" She spoke as she realized she interrupted him. "Oh...Sorry…" She apologized. "It's okay, but I have a problem...is….remember when I took care of you when you were a tiny little nation? I have a favor to ask." His face was mixed emotions due to remember the sad memories but still keeping the sadist smile. "Da, I remember…but what's the favor?" She asked, shaking a little since now he was staring at the small nation, still smiling. "I want you to live with me; you can't be trusted to live her by yourself." She started at him, wide eyed. "What? Nyet! I am 19 years old; I can handle myself, you Russian bastard!" She got up, furious and about to punch him in the face for asking such a stupid question. "If you don't agree with my offer, I will force you" He smiled, getting up. "Nyet! I won't run" She got up and walked backwards towards the bookshelf. "Nyet! Nyet! Nyet! Nyet!" He would out his pipe, already stained with blood from earlier encounters. She opened her eyes but by mistake as he brought down the pipe will a huge amount of force upon her small skull. With a crack and a splattered of blood from the small nation. It went onto the pipe, the bookshelf, carpet and mostly Russia himself than herself. She looked up and only thing she saw before she blacked out was his smile…that Sadist smile….