Hi you guys! Sorry for the super late update, I've just been so busy! I have Russia's chapter right here and I hope you like it. I own nothing, and sorry for the chapter being so short. Can't really carry out Russia's creepiness in a long chapter lol. Hope you like!

After leaving France's lesson of creepiness, you walk up down some stairs as you see what's next on your schedule. "Russian Literature?" you asked. "Wonder who's teaching that." You said with a laugh as you opened the door.

"Hello there, da?" Russia's creeper voice said. You shivered, his voice sending tingles down your spine. "H-hello." You say as you enter the dark room, immersed in darkness because all the lights are off and the windows covered. You look around and see terrified students.

The bell rings and Russia shoves you into a seat. "Well, class, this is Russian Literature. How many of you have read something from my country before?" he asks. Nobody raises their hands. He frowns and picks up a book.

"This is a book of famous Russian poetry and suicide notes." He said plainly. "S-suicide notes…?" one student asked. The Russian nodded and smiled. "Suicide notes is correct, da." He says and flips to a page, reciting one:

"Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer."

You listened to the poem closely, finding it a bit interesting. "It was written by Sergei Esenin. He wrote it in his own blood!" Russia giggled.

You looked around and shivered. "His own blood? But why?" another student asked. "Why not write things in blood?" Russia asked and then took out a knife, cutting it into his skin with a sadistic smile and took a bit of it onto his finger, writing on the board: Ivan Braginski.

"That is my name, students, please remember it." He said as blood dripped from his arm. You hear some paper rustling behind you and notice that some students are passing notes. Russia looks up and notices, walking over to one of the students with a smile.

"What do we have here?" he asked, taking the note. "S-sorry, Mr. Braginski…" One of the students said, looking away.

"This guy really scares me. Yeah, what's up with writing with his own blood? Let's get out of here soon as possible." Russia read, and then shook his head. "Is that was you two really think of me?" he asked.

"N-no, of course not!" One said. Russia took the hands of them both and leads them to the back of the room. He smiled at them then at the rest of the class. "Would you all like to know how school systems treat discipline in my home?" he asked. The students all shook their heads.

"Watch closely." Russia said, moving a tall bookshelf to reveal chains hanging from the wall like in ancient movies. He took the student's hands and attached them to the wall. The two were trembling and looked back to the rest of the class.

"Now, watch." He said once more, taking out his blood encrusted lead pipe. "N-no, please don't!" The students shouted. Russia ignored their cries and struck one of the students on the head, knocking the breath out of him.

You gasped. "Is he…is he dead?" you asked. Russia smiled back at you. "Of course not, silly girl. Just unconscious." He said simply, doing the same to the student beside him. The others in the classroom were horrified.

"Does anyone know the names of these students?" Russia asked. "Ummm….I believe it was Austin and Alex." A student said.

The Russian nodded and took out his knife, slicing across Alex's face and coated his finger with his blood, writing his name above his head. He turned to Austin and sliced through his arm, writing his name in his blood above his head.

"Now then, we know the punishment for disturbing class. They will be here until their parents pick them up. And that is only a warning." Russia said, turning back toward the class.

You heard the bell ring a moment later, but the class just froze. Russia walked to the front of the classroom and said, "We will start with some more poetry tomorrow. Until then, you are dismissed. Have a great day!"

All the students then stood up, rushing out of the room, the scary images of Russia's classroom embedded in their mind. "There's another class I'm leaving immediately." You mumbled as soon as you were out of earshot of Russia's classroom.

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