Ch 11: The First Hint

On top of the high tree hidden within the large leaves was a girl. Her raven colored hair was tucked neatly in the blood soaked hood of her scarlet drenched cloak. A few of her ebony strands fell over her white, stained mask. She was crouched on a tree branch with a hand secured on the wooden part of an old bow. Another hand arched towards her back where arrows were ready to be used when needed. Her pale white skin mimicked the snow falling as she waited for her victims to fall into her trap.

It was the same plan she used on the Soviet division, simple but effective. Now all she had to do was wait for some unfortunate countries to fall into her spider web. It wasn't long before her trained ears detected the soft crunch of snow. Her sharp eyes focused on three figures that approached where she was at.

The snow crunched dully in the ears of the three Yugoslavian countries as made their way tensely towards a seemingly innocent emergency phone booth.

"Brat, there's someone here with us." A tall brunette woman wearing a green military uniform bearing the Bosnian flag whispered to the man next to her wearing a similar styled uniform.

"It's alright Bosnia, I'm sure it's just your imagination." He said not really believing in his own words.

The third man in front of them raised an arm signaling for the other two to be quiet. His dark green uniform that bore the Croatian flag was stained with blood from the war. He scanned the dense foliage searching for movement. Something caught his eye and in a second he pulled a gun out and shot at a certain spot of a tree. What fell was a poor bird that was unfortunate enough to flap its wings on its perch. Croatia, Bosnia, and Herzegovina all gave a sigh of relief.

"Well then, it seems the coast is cle- OH SRANJE!" he yelled as the trio was suddenly bombarded with a wide array of arrows.

"Closed circle! Now!" he barked at the Bosnian twins.

The two did as they were told and now they were in a tight circle with fire arms drawn for usage.

The attacker couldn't help but grin at their silly strategy. Did they not know that doing that only increases her chances of finishing off one of them? This just makes her job easier. After all, just like her master said, the more damage the better.

Bending down, she gracefully jumped out of her hiding place and sent another tsunami of her splendid arrows their way.

The three repelled the arrows by shooting them mercilessly with their bullets. The hooded girl's lips dropped into a frown as her arrows fell one by one on the dirty snow. This won't do. She landed expertly on the ground and grimaced at them. They pointed their gun at her and started shooting.

The girl just stood there as the bullets whizzed past her. One particular bullet managed to graze her cheek but she didn't flinch. As the blood trailed down her face she gave them a wicked smirk as she dropped her bow and arrows.

The three nations stared in dismay, and disgust, as she licked the blood trailing her chin as if it was syrup. The cloak surrounding her body parted exposing her heavily bloody bandaged body covered in a bloody red tube top and skirt. She reached down her blood stained knee high boots to reveal two long and sharp katanas.

Her cloak dropped on the ground as the wicked smirk returned on her face. The trio reloaded their guns before they started shooting. She expertly avoided them and managed to rush her way in front of a bewildered Croatia. She easily sliced his machine gun into pieces and rendered both his arms useless. He gave a pained shriek before dropping to the ground, unconscious. His blood surrounded him as the twins stared in horror at what happened to their older brother.

The woman just stared emotionless before setting her sights on the girl. Swiftly, she ran up to the woman with blades raised. Her blades were however met with a dagger. She glared at the image that reflected on the blades were not of the female, but of her male counterpart. She glared at the male before withdrawing her swords. She struck a second time but was again blocked by that cursed dagger.

"I won't let you lay a damn finger on my sister, got that bitch?" he growled, his dark brown eyes glinting furiously.

Behind him, his sister sat on the snow from the impact of being pushed out of the psycho's way.

"Tch" was all that the girl said before slicing in an array of intricate patterns.

Her moves were too fast for the European boy to keep track off. The girl once again withdrew her swords. This time she back flipped away from the boy's slicing range. As she landed on the ground, the slices that she demonstrated earlier made itself evident as it spread its long gashes all over the male nation's body. He bellowed a pained animalistic shriek before falling to the ground. The female watched in horror as her twin brother fell to the ground.

"H…HERZEGOVINA!" she yelled as tears formed in her brown eyes.

She grabbed her rifle before charging angrily at the bloody girl. The girl merely tilted her head to the side as the Bosnian started shooting bullets at her. She tsk'd as the other's form grew closer.

In one fluid motion, she grabbed the barrel of the firearm before twisting it and eventually tore the weapon apart. The Bosnian's eyes widened as she felt a sharp pain fill her head. She fell to the ground clutching her head. She stared wide eyed at the woman on top of her. She was at her mercy now. The girl picked up her blades one more time as she raised it to pierce the other woman. However, just as she was about to drive her blade down, something was thrown at her that made her jump back.

What the hell? It was a skillet.

She glanced on the top of the hill to see that the figure of a tall woman with a pink flower hair pin in her hair wearing a green military uniform was glaring at her.

"How dare you lay a finger on them," came her icy cold voice that would've pierced any soul, except that the girl didn't have one.

She ran down the hill in amazing speed as she pointed a large sword towards her.

"I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!"

"Tch" she said dodging skillfully.

She picked up her arrows again and proceeded to shoot at the Hungarian woman. Her last arrow managed to wedge itself in between the woman's hand and blade as she dropped it in pain which caused her to scrape her leg.

She grimaced at the brunette in disgust before picking up her instruments and walking back to the forest.

"Wait!" the Hungarian yelled after her. She only glanced back over her shoulder. "Who the hell are you!"

The girl said nothing at first. She began walking back towards the forest just as the distant sounds of a helicopter came into her hearing.

"Call me the Red Assassin."

And with that, she disappeared.

a/n: Thank God that I finally finished this! Sorry for the long wait, we just moved to our new house in Las Vegas a week ago and I recently encountered computer problems. I know Tihana, you're probably happy about this. Sorry I had to make her hurt so many (all) of your ocs. Anyway, I thank all of the people who still read this despite my strange posting order. Thanks again and until next time, peace!