Dead bodies, corpses lied scattered around him, beneath his feet. And the blood that flowed forth didn't just colour the frozen rivers with red. It stained the veins, rooted deep, there forever.
Oh our great Motherland!
He tilted his head just a little, saw smokes clouding the sky. Smokes and snow, and cries of the innocents, of the sinners. Oh, how they mixed and mingled to the point that everything became unclear, blurred out.
He cried, softly at first. Tears fell onto the crimson snow.
Without effort to contain himself, the sobs rocked his body and he fell to his knees.
For all the deads, for all the citizens of the country. His children. All of his feelings spilled forth.
And then he began to laugh. The sound shrill. Crazy and maddening. The echo spread over the icy lands of his heart.
He didn't stop even when his voice crackled. Not even when he felt the copper tinge at the back of his throat.
No more, Russia would not cry anymore.
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This chapter is done for the Hetalia Kink Meme fill. The prompt was "OP wants to see various countries laughing".