As with every other story I do not own Hetalia or anything else mentioned.
~*~ America's POV ~*~
It has been about two months since the incident and I have yet to see my little Natalia. Her people hurt for a time but they have gotten better. Russia has been extremely violent and we are currently on the brink of a third world war. I eagerly sat in my seat as I waited for the doors to open. She had to come back this month, she just had to.
I almost jumped out of my seat as the doors opened and Hungary peered into the room. She gave me a small glare at Russia then opened the doors. I jumped to my feet as Natalia slowly made her way into the room, head down. I was about to walk over to her when someone grabbed my arm. looked down to see England shaking his head. I looked back at Natalia to see her hand twitching at where she keeps her knifes on her leg. I glanced at Hungary to see a small bag at her side. I gasped knowing that Natalia couldn't live without her knifes, I soon found out why Hungary had them.
"Ah, sestra it's good to see you again." Russia sang from across the room. Natalia's head snapped up and glared at Russia with pure hatred.
"You fucking bitch" She growled. I stared at her shocked as she started stalking towards Russia. I glanced at Russia to see him pale and wide eyed with fear.
"You bitch" she started "You mother fucking bitch! YOU HIT ME WITH YOU FUCKING GOD DAMN PIPE AND THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?" She screamed grabbing Russia's scarf and pulling him to his feet. Russia began to cry as Natalia shook her brother. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Belarus, settle down-" Hungary started only to be cut off by Natalia's sharp tongue.
"NO! I'M SICK OF LISTENING TO YOU! I WANT TO KNOW WHY RUSSIA WAS A FUCKING IDIOT!" She screamed, glaring at Hungary with blood thirsty eyes. Hungary took a step back with hand raised
"Natalia, relax and let him speak." I said, trying to keep my voice calm. Her head whipped around to glare at me only to soften when she saw me. She gently let go of Russia's scarf but her feet stayed planted to the spot. Russia flopped down on his seat then quickly fixed his scarf. He started to shake at Natalia began to tap her foot impatiently.
"Well?" She growled crossing her arms over her chest.
"You want to know why Belarus? I'll tell you" Russia said looking up at Natalia with a hint of dark laughter in his eyes. "I want you gone" Natalia took a step back clearly shocked. "I want you dead. You've been a pain in my ass ever since we were young." Natalia backed up until her back was against the wall. Russia stood up and I realised his pipe was in his hand again/
"B-big Brother?" Natalia's voice cracked and I could see the tears running across her face even from across the room. "W-what do you mean?" She asked clearly confused as o what Russia was saying.
"My pipe to your face wasn't enough Da? I should hit you again until I know your dead." He growled stepping up to Natalia.
Suddenly there was a single shot that rang out and you could see the blood seeping into Russia's coat from the left shoulder. Russia turned and glared at me.
"Leave her alone commie, If you have anything to say to her, say it to my face." I said, placing my gun back in the holster in my jacket.
"How about, I want you dead as well?" Russia laughed raising his pipe and resting it on his good shoulder.
"So then it's war?" I asked flashing a cocky smile
"Da, this is war." Russia replied before exiting the room
"Oh, no." Estonia muttered
"ESTONIA, LITHUANIA, LATVIA!" Russia screamed from somewhere down the hall. The three of them jumped up and ran out of the room.
"A-alfred . . . " Natalia whispered before she ran across the room burring her head in my chest.
. . . I don't know where I'm going with this
