Author's Note: I don't know if any of you non-American readers out there are offended by my American spellings, so I'll apologize for them here (apologize? that's spelled differently too, isn't it? O_o). I heard somewhere that some people are, so...
Snapped!Russia was fun to write. But he's not crazy anymore, in this one. It's OK, though, I'll be making him snap again soon~! Hehehe...
Anyways. This chapter is a direct continuation of the last one. Enjoy!
Chapter 8:
Не морозь меня
(Do not leave me to freeze)
"Eduard! Raivis! Toris!"
Poland fell to his knees as he watched his dearest friend, Lithuania, fall to the ground. Tears pooled in his eyes, spilling over to fall on the cold ground beneath him. He watched as the three Baltic nations faded away, smiles on their faces, peace in their eyes.
Poland would not allow their killer to go peacefully.
He roared and jumped off the ground, rushing toward Russia. The man was on his knees, staring at the blood on the ground (that was all that was left of the dead nations) with an expression of horror on his face. Poland caught him unawares, leaping on top of him and pinning him down.
Russia looked up at his attacker with a pained expression. "You want to kill me? Fine. Go ahead. I deserve no better for killing my dear little Baltics..."
Poland seethed with anger. "They were NOT your 'little Baltics'! They were our friends! Liet was my best friend! AND YOU KILLED HIM!" Poland's fist flew at Russia's face.
And stopped short.
He laughed softly. "No, I won't kill you. In fact, I won't physically harm you in any way! What was that law of physics again? You know, the one that one of England's citizens first deduced. Oh, yes, that's it! Newton's Third Law of Motion: 'Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.' That's what you'll get, Russia: An equal and opposite reaction."
And Poland got off of Russia, striding out the doors.
All the preparations were complete. Poland gazed out the window of the military vehicle as it traveled to the border. All the other nations had either mobilized forces against Russia, or increased security along their borders with him. This gave Poland the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action. No one would be prepared for this.
Behind him, slightly to the right, the sun was setting in a blaze of fire. Red, pink, purple, and gold stained the clouds, creating a beautiful tapestry of colors, seemingly woven into the very fabric of the sky. It reminded him, Poland thought, of the paintings Italy did. It was beautiful.
It was also the perfect night for a nation to die.
When they reached the border, Poland quickly jumped out and started to help his soldiers set up the last launching pad. When they were finished, he stepped back, admiring his people's work. It was really quite intricate. The launching mechanisms were so finely tuned that they could hit a spot about 30 centimeters in diameter from a location some 3000 kilometers away with deadly accuracy. But Poland wasn't aiming nearly as far as that. Oh, no, his target was much closer.
He brought a radio up to his mouth and said one word.
"Fire."
Poland wandered through the ruins of Kiev. Or rather, to anyone else, it may have looked like wandering. But Poland was actually looking for something. He could have sworn it was-
Ah. There. That looked like it.
He walked closer to confirm his suspicion. He was right.
These were the ruins of Ukraine's house.
The inside of the building was filled with debris. He threaded his way through to Ukraine's bedroom, his scarf fluttering behind him. She was sure to be there. He could feel her.
Finally reaching the door, he pushed it open to reveal a destroyed room. A quick glance around revealed that Ukraine was lying on the ground, bloody and unconscious. Next to her was her phone, presumably fallen from her hand when the first missiles had hit and she had crumpled to the ground in pain. And beside her...
Beside her was another person. Said person looked up, tears in his green eyes, but a sadistic smile on his face. He opened his mouth, and five words came out.
"This is my revenge, Russia."
Ukraine's eyes fluttered open to the sound of sobbing. Her eyes focused slowly on the figure leaning down over her. Who was it? Oh, Russia. He was trying in vain to stem the bleeding.
Where was Poland? She could have sworn she saw him hovering at the edge of her vision right before she fainted. She turned her head, ignoring the pain, searching for him.
And then she found him, tearing his own hair out, crying and wailing, "I'm so sorry, Katyusha..."
She cleared her throat weakly, drawing the attention of both nations. She addressed Poland first.
"Feliks... it's OK. I forgive you." She smiled shakily, then turned to Russia.
"Ivan... stop." She gently pushed Russia's hands off her wounds. "It's no use, and you know it."
Russia turned his tear stained face toward his sister. "Don't leave me too! Don't leave like Natalya did!"
Ukraine laughed softly. "This... this is war, little brother. Casualties are a norm in war. Please don't cry for me. All you can do now is fight."
"No, don't go..."
Ukraine smiled up at her little brother one last time. "You'll be fine, Ivan. You are strong, never forget that..."
And she faded in his arms.
Ukraine - destroyed - gone
Author's Note: The title pronounced "ne moroz' menya". It's also from "Carrots and Sticks". I'm not entirely sure if it's in Ukrainian or Russian...
Anyhow, how do you like snapped!Poland? Awesome, isn't he?
Next chapter, we get to see some Asians! YAY!
