Two Months Later

The mid-day sun beat down menacingly and a sly smile found its way onto Russia's face as his forces started the attack on Warsaw. He was glad that he wasn't forced to slaughter every person from each of their countries, if that had happened then he wouldn't have more expendable troops to fight with. They were just pawns in this game of war after all. Their sacrifice was certainly for a greater cause.

"Big brother, I am glad that you have finally agreed to come one with me." Belarus sang, clinging to his arm. He forced back a terrified grimace and shook her off. The only reason he absorbed his sisters was for more man power. That was it. Their military would be useful to him and so he took the opportunity while it was there. "What will we do when we find Feliks?" She purred happily.

"We will capture him and keep him under guard here in Warsaw. He'll do what the others do. Adjust to life as part of Mother Russia. Of course, he will be guarded. We wouldn't want him to escape, da?" Russia asked his sister with a sinister smile.

"That is a good idea big brother!" Belarus cackled. She soon whisked away heading off with the soldiers to do her part in attacking Warsaw. She wouldn't miss it for the world. But she would to marry her big brother.

Russia didn't bother watching her go, instead choosing to go and see the damage his troops had done. A smile twisted on his face as the ground shook under his feet and one of the tall glass buildings on the Warsaw skyline collapsed, the sound of an explosian and the sound of shattering glass filling the air. Fire licked at the sky as it burned in one of the nearby apartment complexes, giving the tennants a choice to burn to death or get shot down. A missile launched itself from one of the oncoming tanks and it exploded in a group of his soldiers, sending bodies flying through the air like rag dolls. Russia chuckled at the sight, a cold, cruel sound that made the soldiers around him give him terrified looks. Of course, they should have been terrified. Absolutely terrified.

Hours passed and the sun burned in the sky settling on the horizon a burning orange that painted the sky an array of colors. It would have been a beautiful sight if it wasn't for the battle happening just below it. The angle of the light cast half the city into the shadows and sent the other half alight with light that reflected off the glass, creating a violent orange glow that shrouded the city. It would have been beautiful if not for the ravaging destruction that was taking place below it.

The city of Warsaw reverberated with screams that echoed achingly through the air, tearing from the lungs of the people who lived in the capital with a vengeance. The streets were painted red with blood, bodies from both sides -military and citizens alike- littered the ground haphazardly. The sound of gunfire was a constant, bullets slicing through the air like knives and embedding themselves into their victims mercilessly.

A woman ran from a group of Russian soldiers, an infant held close to her chest protectively as she fled through the streets. Gunshots rang from behind her but she didn't dare look back. No, she needed to keep her child safe at all costs. She rounded a corner, her heart pounding in her ears, her breathing heavy and the click click click of shoes against pavement. She tuned out the gunshots. The missile launches. The explosions. The screams and cries for help. She ignored it all. She just needed to run. Run away and keep her baby safe.

A bullet whizzed past her ear, causing her to shriek and speed up, praying to God to have mercy and save she and her child.

Her prayer went unanswered.

Another gunshot. She toppled forwards, a bullet having lodged itself in her back, though she managed to land on her side as not to crush the baby. The baby opened its tiny mouth and letting out a heart breaking wail as if it knew what was going to happen. That his time on earth would be short lived. The woman whimpered, squeezing the baby to her chest as blood pooled on the ground around here and blood formed at the corners of her lips which seemed to pale by the second. The soldiers leisurely strolled up to her and she looked up at them with pleading, heartbroken eyes.

"Please…" She pleaded in her native language. A wet cough erupted from her lips, blood staining them red. "My baby. Don't…" She wheezed. The baby's wailing rose to a crescendo and one of the men grunted in annoyance, raising his gun.

The baby was silent.

An agonized scream came from its mother as a string of curses flew towards the group of men in Polish. They did the only thing that they knew to do at the time.

A bullet splattered blood and brain matter on the ground in a matter of seconds.

A sick grin smeared across the face of one of the men as he kicked he woman's body before turning away, commanding the others to return to battle with him. They complied and walked away from the two bodies that recently joined the others.

Meanwhile, Russia leisurely strode to the Presidential Palace, where he was sure the man he wanted was hiding. The perimeter was heavily guarded, tanks on the front line and soldiers with heavy guns and equipment watching carefully and shooting down anybody that came near, Polish or Russian. Russia smiled at this and reached into his coat to firmly grasp his infamous lead pipe. He strode confidently to the front lines and guns took aim, bullets peppering him. He only lurched at the impact, the wounds closing quickly. As he stood in front of the guards he frowned, looking down at his military uniform with a frown as he twirled the edge of his scarf between his fingers.

"You ruined my favorite jacket. You should pay for this, da?" He asked. Before anybody could respond he slammed the lead pipe over one man's head, earning a satisfying cracking sound from the breaking bones. Everybody flew into panic, still choosing to fire at the large Russian in an attempt to kill him. The most they did was slow him down.

His pipe was a force of mass destruction, breaking bones and bodies mercilessly at its wielders command. Men fell to the ground limp as Russia happily tore through them, sending them to the ground like rag dolls. The tanks couldn't do much without destroying the palace and Russia quickly incapacitated their crew. He couldn't have them mass killing his soldiers when he stormed the place would he? Some of his soldiers had joined him at the palace and were slaughtering all those opposed faster than they could down a bottle of vodka, spilling more blood onto the already red stained ground. It didn't take long for the entirety of the guards on the outside to be eliminated with the extra help. Though they were sure that there would be even more guards inside, they didn't hesitate knocking the doors down and blindly firing. There was returning gunfire and several of Russia's men went down, but Russia didn't even bother to acknowledge his fallen soldiers. Instead he chose to club another guard over the head with his pipe, wielding it as a skilled swordsman would a fine sword that he had practiced with all his life. Swiftly and silently he ventured through the palace, knocking men down with his pipe when necessary and using his superior hearing to listen for the sound of people. Feliks was sure to be with the government officials at a time like this.

Russia fancied the thought of him cowering in a corner like a terrified dog as he was struck by the agony that was surely being delivered to him at the destruction of his capital and he giggled slightly. That was quite pleasant actually. He always liked the thought of others shaking in fear at his presence. A small voice at the back of his head started to whisper something but he crushed it without a second thought. That had no place in this world. Not when he was conquering as quickly as he was. Silently, he whisked around a corner and the edge of his lips turned upwards into a twisted smile. He heard them. The near inaudible murmur of voices, coming from that door…

He giggled happily again and not even bothering to see if it was unlocked or not, kicked the door in. It flew off of its hinges, the wood splintered under the heavy impact and there were several surprised screams from men and women alike.

"You are glad to see me, da?" Russia asked a broad smile plastered on his face. He hefted his pipe, by now dripping with blood and swung at the nearest person. It slammed into the side of their head and their skull crushed on impact as they collapsed to the ground motionless. The room went into mass panic mode. Ineffective guns were fired hastily, though none of the bullets even came close to the Russian as he tore through the room like a tornado, destroying everything in its path. Of course, he was much neater than a tornado, much more graceful. It was more like lightning or a viper strike the way he moved. So quick you barely had time to see it before it actually happened. He didn't notice when he had killed the President or the Prime Minister. No, they were of no importance. Just people standing in his way that refused to give up. He couldn't tell, but hysterical laughter had slipped from his lips while he did this, making him all the more terrifying. Eventually, he stood in the room with a satisfied smile, facing the window that looked out towards the front of the castle. He heard scurrying and turned around to see the edge of a heel disappear around a corner.

He was not getting away that easily.

He strode out of the room and caught a glimpse of the same heel rounding a corner. He followed them, turn after turn through the winding hallways until there was a scared scream and a thud. He turned the corner to see Feliks scrambling to his feet in panic, a flurry of green and blond as he rocketed away from Russia, desperate to not be killed or worse.

Russia was struck by an idea and he gave an open mouthed smile. A menacing, toothy grin that practically screamed insanity, stretching over his face and causing purple eyes to glimmer in amused delight at this new idea. He pulled a radio from his coat and held down the button to let him be broadcasted to all soldiers in the area, which he knew at the time were many.

"Seal off all entries and exits at the Presidential Palace. I don't want anybody escaping." He lied sweetly. He released the button and the radio crackled to life in return, spewing the consent of his soldiers before it returned to its dormant state. He chuckled and swung his pipe, breaking the expensive china vase that sat on one of the nearby tables that lined the hall. He was going to have so much fun with this. He leisurely strode to the intersection where Feliks had turned right and turned in the direction the nation had run.

"Let's play a game~" He called. His voice was playful, sweet, innocent, but a darkness that would give anybody chills lined his tone. "You can run away from me and I will try and find you! It is like the game that the children play! Hide and seek is it?" He giggled at the analogy before continuing. "Run Feliks~ Run very, very fast." He called. His voice echoed through the hallways and it reached the Pol, sending him into a fit of terrified sobs that Russia's skilled ears picked up easily. Russia gave an almost predatory growl at the sound of fear from the other nation. He was primal in this moment, a hunter stalking his prey. Instead he had no intentions to kill this prey. Oh no, this prey would serve a different purpose entirely. He didn't giggle this time. He chuckled, a dark, low sound that emanated from his chest and echoed ominously through the halls.

He took a step in the direction of his prey.

Let the game of cat and mouse begin.

A/N: Hate me if you want to but Russia's going after Poland. If you want me to be honest I don't regret it. And somebody brought up that six months (Now eight) had already passed but come on, you think it'll only take a few days to take over an entire country? Two months is still impossible but I'm to eager to get to the big part to write the smaller battles. If you DO want me to write the smaller battles just PM me or say so in a review.

Have any questions about future pairings just PM or ask in a review! They're always appreciated and I crave constructive criticism!

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