Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia.
Warning: This will be a gory story, and there will be character death.
"Breaking news. Police have found Anya Chudovisch, a Russian woman who has been missing since her from her home two weeks ago. She was sighted going into her home in Moscow, Russia the evening before, but neighbors became worried when she failed to leave the house in forty-eight hours after Saturday evening at seven o'clock Moscow time.
"Her body was found in a popular meadow nearby, under approximately six feet of snow. Investigations of the cause of death are currently ongoing, as there appear to be numerous possibilities that resulted in Chudovisch's death. All police advise that people in the area venture with exceptional caution, as the perpetrator is still at large. Next-"
France clicked off TV as most of the world surged into the room. Amerique, having caught the tail end of it, sprinted over to him, probably intent on discussing the 'breaking news.'
Of course, there was something false in the young nation's gait that France couldn't help but notice. "Is that the murder in Russia? The one where police say her arms were ripped off her body? 'Cause if that's true… Aww man, that's so gruesome!" Despite his exclamation- and his obsession with horror movies- America found the whole thing disgusting. He also found it ironic that it had happened in Russia; perhaps it was only a coincidence?
France teared up- falsely of course. "It is such a pity, a beautiful, young woman had to die so tragically. It's worthy of one of mon Angleterre's dramas."
The island nation looked affronted, and immediately pounced on the accusation. After he had thoroughly throttled France, England turned to America. "I though that bit about her arms being torn off was only speculation by those working outside of the case?" America simply shrugged.
Japan also joined their small posse. "Stirr, I find it strange that this is happening to Russia-san. Perhaps his recent behavior is because of this incident?"
"Who can say?"
Russia, behind a nearby door, smiled to himself.
Well, he had warned him.
Estonia trudged in shortly after most everyone had settled down.
"Estonia, care to explain why you were almost tardy?" Germany, peeved more than usual at the Italian who was currently shivering in his seat, vented some of his irritation on the Baltic. Surely Italy would be used to death by this point? He's older than Germany, for Pete's sake!
The bookish nation flinched. "Uh… well, Lithuania has been going on and on about the news this morning, and I had a hard time getting out the door this morning." A subtle glance at Russia confirmed some suspicions. "I'm sorry, please continue with the meeting."
Germany accepted the apology, and proceeded, ignoring the number of blank stares that were trained on him. Normally at least a few countries checked out during these briefings, but most of world was missing, mentally. Only those truly scared out of their mind were still present, most of which looked ready to not only check out, but pass out, at the intimidating aura Russia seemed to exude.
The nation seemed to become more and more irritated and finally rapped a knuckle on the table, interrupting Germany's speech and waking nearly everyone up. "We should really pay attention to what comrade Germany is saying, da?"
Germany found he much preferred the innumerable blank stares to a room full of focusing countries. Well, at least they were paying attention, what he had to say was rather important. He just wished they'd do it more often, and willingly.
Russia smiled brightly at him. Germany sighed as Italy began to tremble more. If only everyone else paid this much attention without Russia's overbearing help.