England looked up at his clock and casually sipped his tea. 6:58. No, 6:59. He turned on his t.v and waited for the announcement to blare. Because their own people did not know of their humanly existence, the nations had no need to get as advanced protected for their homes. However, the meeting made Arthur the slightest bit queasy. To think the only thing between him and the enemy is a bolted door or glass window. Easily permeable with any strong weapon.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when the Emergency Broadcast sent from America's home to the rest of the world came on.
"This is not a test.
This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of The Annual Purge sanctioned by the League of Nations."
England's mind wandered back to the meeting.
"Weapons of Class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted."
He remembered Liechtenstein's fit and Switzerland's "unfinished business".
"Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed."
Unfortunately, that did not secure the safety of the living nations.
"Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours."
Prussia's question ate away at England's mind.
"Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., when the Purge concludes.
Blessed be our new Founding Fathers of Earth, a world reborn.
May God be with you all."
The sirens began to cry and England sat silently in his chair, staring blankly at the screen. He calmly sat his shaking tea cup down on the table beside him and looked at the door. Locked. He looked out the window and saw a small, yet noticeable, part of the sky colored red.
What has the world become? ...
"Bruder, I'm going out."
"Vhat?"
"I'll be back. Zhe awesome me has some things to take care of," Prussia picked up a Charles Daly semi auto shotgun and headed for the door.
"Vhat if you don't come back? Gilbert!" Germany knocked over his chair as he got up.
The door slammed shut in Germany's face. He felt helpless as his brother went out to dirty their name even more. He understood his big brother's anger, but had more common sense than to go out and kill those who wronged him. He deeply regretted World War 2, but had no control over what occurred in those dreadful years.
Germany went to the phone and picked up the receiver. He began dialing, but stopped mid number. Would they believe him when he said that his brother is a dangerous threat? Would they believe that a non-country had the ability to punish some of the strongest powers in the world? The answer was simple.
Of course not.
Germany gripped the phone hard as his brain rattled with decisions. Slowly he sat the phone down. Gradually he stepped away...
The night air was crisp as frost formed on the leaves of sunflowers on a windowsill. Although it was Spring, the winter held on tightly to the land and refused to let go. Ivan invited his sister over so he wouldn't be alone on the Purge. He did this every year for the last 8 years. Ukraine, being the big hearted woman she is, absolutely hated the Purge. Belarus, on the other hand, didn't care much for it as long as nobody touched her big brother.
Russia looked outside and sighed as he watched his sunflowers dull. They wilted at the hands of General Winter and he felt a little bad for them. Sliding his window up, he took the flowers in the house and smiled as they awoke with life.
"Ufufu, look at how happy they are Yakaterina. I feel bad for leaving them out so long," He put them on a table away from the window.
"Ivan, I think you should worry more about yourself than the flowers," Ukraine sniffed.
"Why is that?"
"Didn't you hear that phone call? I'm really worried for your safety."
Russia stroked his flowers and smiled softly, "Da, I heard. I answered it after all."
"Not only that, but he's going after everyone involved."
"I'm sure they can handle themselves."
Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Russia went over and let it ring a few times more before he picked it up.
"Da? May I ask who this is?"
"Russia? Is that you?" He recognized the voice.
"Da, what is the matter?"
"He's here. I tried in keeping him out, but he had come through the window," Rustling was heard and a new voice came on.
"We didn't think he was serious. And even when we did, we didn't think he'd find us so quickly," Again, the caller was changed.
"I-I'm scared Mr. Russia!" Once more, a different voice was heard.
"I expect your dreadful anthem to be playing vhen I get zhere. 1944 please. If you're all grouped together, all zhe better!"
A gunshot popped loudly, screaming startled the husky man, and the phone went dead. Russia turned to his sisters, who had heard it clearly. Ukraine sniffed a couple times, but didn't bother trying to blink back tears. She wept softly as Russia went to the old phonograph and switched it on.
"Soiuz nerushimyj respublik svobodnykh
Splotila naveki Velikaia Rus.
Da zdravstvuet sozdannyj volej narodov
Edinyj, moguchij Sovetskij Soiuz!"
The Soviet anthem blared throughout the house.
"Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby, narodov nadezhnyj oplot!
Znamia sovetskoe, znamia narodnoe
Pust ot pobedy, k pobede vedet!"
And the three of them went quiet.
"Skvoz grozy siialo nam solntse svobody,
I Lenin velikij nam put ozaril.
Nas vyrastil Stalin - na vernost narodu
Na trud i na podvigi nas vdokhnovil."
The door was suddenly kicked open.
"Slavsia, Otechestvo chashe svobodnoe,
Schastia narodov nadezhnyj oplot!
Znamia sovetskoe, znamia narodnoe
Pust ot pobedy k pobede vedet!"
Ukraine screamed loudly and was the first to get shot. Belarus glared and made a move of attack, throwing a knife first. She rushed forward and attempted to stab the attacker, but her hand was caught and the knife was taken. In the end, she received a deadly shot to the stomach. Blood exited from her back and she was tossed like a doll to the ground.
Russia was stunned, but as the attacker approached him, he simply looked down and smiled.
"I must admit, you certainly surprised me. Killing the Baltics and my sisters before me."
"I wanted to save zhe best for last."
"I see," Russia felt around the wall, "I must be the first of many, da?"
"My armiiu nashu rastili v srazheniakh,
Zakhvatchikov podlykh s dorogi smetem!
My v bitvakh reshaem sudbu pokolenij,
My k slave Otchiznu svoiu povedem!"
He grabbed the pipe hanging on the wall and swung violently. Catching the attacker in the side, a sickening crack resulted. Prussia gasped as his lower ribs were fractured, but he managed to get Russia back with the end of his shotgun. Russia fought harder and flipped Prussia in his place against the wall. He aimed for the Prussian's head, but missed as he ducked away. A large hole opened in the wall upon impact of the metal.
Russia quickly found Prussia and shoved him hard, knocking the breath out of him and causing Prussia to drop the gun. Putting his weight against the smaller man, Russia put the pipe against Prussia's neck.
"You know, I could strangle you with just this."
He pressed harder and smiled childishly at the squeak for air the other man made. Russia's eyes went blank as a sharp pain entered his abdomen. The pain grew more intense as the knife sliced into him a few more times and twisted in him the last time. He spat out blood onto Prussia's pale face, spotting it with crimson.
"Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Slavy narodov nadezhnyj oplot!"
Prussia threw the Russian aside and looked around. Ukraine lay limp against the blood splattered wall; Belarus face down on the floor; Russia on his side with his sister's knife protruding from him. He picked up his gun when a small sound was made by the fallen Russian.
Casually he walked over and pointed his gun at the large man. Prussia pulled the trigger once, twice, thrice, four times before Ivan was gone.
"Znamia sovetskoe, znamia narodnoe
Pust ot pobedy k pobede vedet!"
As the song ended, Prussia went to the phone and left blood stains on the numbers and he dialed. The phone rang a few times before someone answered.
"Hello? Who is zhis?"
"R-Roderich? Is zhat you?" Prussia made his voice shaky and scared.
"Gilbert, vhat is going on?" Austria was genuinely concerned.
"Russia just broke in to zhe house. I-I tried to stop him, but he killed Germany. Germany's dead, Austria!"
"Okay, calm down. Vhere are you?"
"In zhe streets. I managed to get away before he got me."
"Who is that on the phone?" A voice from the background growled.
"It's Prussia. He says Russia broke into Germany's home and killed Germany."
"Hungary? Is zhat you?" Prussia asked.
"Yes, are you okay?"
Prussia covered the bottom of the phone and took a deep breath.
"I'm fine. Vould you mind I came over?"
"I don't know. Will Ivan be looking for you?"
"Nein! I took care of him. I just need a place to hide in case his sister comes to find me."
A long silence.
"I guess, just as long as your out before the Purge ends. I can't babysit you all of zhe hours."
"Danke, I promise I von't get in zhe vay of your purge!" He hung up and smiled to himself.
Slinging his gun over his shoulder, Prussia made his way to the front door...
England looked at the clock and glared at it. Only an hour has passed and nobody has dared to try and knock at his door. He looked at his gun at his side and rechecked it for ammunition. It was the only thing he could do when his phone rang.
England hesitated in answering it, feeling that the caller could be playing a trick on him to get them into his home. Finally he answered it and was greeted with a horrified voice.
"England! England! Something terrible happened!" It was China.
"Woah hold on there chap! What the bloody hell is going on?" England tried to calm him.
"Russia is dead! So are Ukraine and Belarus. I was going over to visit him when I saw the door wide open for the world to see. I went in and they were dead!"
"Okay wait, what were you doing out tonight? You know as well as every other country tonight is the Purge."
China didn't say a word. That was enough to tell England what was going on.
"Good God, Yao. Don't tell me you were going to purge."
"So I may have. My target is already gone, so now I don't have anyone to use ancient Chinese tortures on."
"That is sick and cruel, China. I bid you good night," England hung up and was about to leave when the phone rang once more. He picked it up and said in an irritated voice, "Hello?"
"Bonsoir, Arthur."
"Why are you calling so late, frog?"
"I was just wondering if you left your house to purge. Zat is, of you have zee courage to purge anyways."
"Unfortunately I am not so barbaric as the rest of you. I caught China trying to "pay a visit" to Russia. I soon learned that Russia, not only that, but his sisters as well, are dead."
"Ah, China killed Russia, no?"
"Actually no, someone else killed the ex-communists."
"Who do you think it was?"
England thought about this. Who ever went and murdered Russia must have been insane. Not many had the courage to even challenge him in even an argument.
"I don't know, but whoever did it must still be around considering China didn't see a fourth body."
Silence.
"I see, well I was just checking in on you. Au revoir!"
The line went dead and England hung up. Why would France check up on him?
"The frog hates me," He said out loud to himself.
All of this swam in a whirlpool in his head. First China admitted to attempting to purge now France was acting strangely suspicious. Worse yet, an unknown killer was going around murdering nations!
"Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus are all dead. That is simply insane. Who is next I dare not even think about."
A/N: Oh the irony! I apologize for the delay in this chapter. School work gets in the way of my Fanfiction thoughts. To summarize, the Purge has begun. 12 hours of carnage, theft, and other atrocities has been left to the people in the world. They aren't the only ones relieving themselves as Prussia decides to join in as well. The first victims are the Baltics and the Kievan Rus Family. His motives will be revealed later, if they aren't clear already. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter of shock! Ciao~!
