Watching movies with Japan was a bad idea, always. Russia tried to engrave this thought in his mind as he walked home alone, in the dark. Every motion he thought he saw in his peripheral vision made him turn his head. He felt childish, but was too shaken to care. How Japan handled films with such horrific monsters was a mystery. Footsteps behind Russia made him jump again. He stared into the dark, glad he would be home soon. There footsteps were obviously not part of his terrified subconscious's creations. They were distinctly there, just out of his vision. He turned back around, walking faster now. When he got home, there would be lights to illuminate all fears away. His house was just a block farther. The desperation to find such safety made him sprint towards his home. Doubts crept through his mind. Was someone really stalking him? No. He wouldn't think about it. He wouldn't even let the thought lurk in the corners of his mind. Finally, the door was in front of him. Russia flung the door open and locked it behind him. All the lights in the house were to be turned on and all the windows and doors locked. Now he finally was able to wrap himself in the thought that he was safe. He sat in an old wooden chair, facing the window. The dark seemed to scare back at him. Suddenly, a pale face appeared in the window. Russia yelled and stood so quickly that the chair flew back and splintered against the ground. The demented expression worn by his younger sister stared at him always. Her mouth moved, but due to the thick glass, her voice remained unheard. But he could predict what she was saying before she even opened her mouth. Marry me. He could hear it in his head. Marry me, Nii-san. She stood there motionless even as rain began to pour, soaking her. Unaffected, she took her signature dagger and attempted to wedge it between the window and frame. No. The window creaked and began to slide up. No! He leapt up and pushed down on the window with all his strength. It slammed down on her fingers and she cried. Now he locked the window. She was screaming in pain and anger, but it was muffled to the point of Russia being unable to decipher any of the words. He relaxed a bit. Then she balled her hand into a fist and lunged forward. The glass shattered. Russia felt pieces impale his jacket and lodge themselves in his forearm. He jerked back, losing his balance and plummeting headfirst into the wood floor. She stood over him, grinning like a maniac. Blood dripped from the torn flesh on her hand. Russia sat up, pleading silently in his mind that she would vanish. She grabbed his collar and forced him into a sitting position with just her one hand. She was incredibly strong. Blood escaped from his face, as he had fallen onto shattered glass. His thoughts became cloudy. His oxygen-starved brain was failing him. There was too many wounds. Belarus put her face just inches from his. "Now, Nii-san, you are going to marry me, correct?"
He couldn't take it, the stress of running, another second. There was only one way to end it. "Da." The strongest and most feared man in the world was brought down by his admittedly cunning but still psychotic little sister. "We will get married."