Ya, this is what would happen if I could do it, but I can't, because it kind of doesn't follow so well. Nevertheless, it amuses me. Tee hee!
This chapter is like, a belated birthday present for Razzbairee which wasn't posted on the right day because I am lazy. I'm sorry! Lol! But anyway... enjoy!
He couldn't afford to show anybody weakness. The outward façade was the same as the majority of the children. Cold and emotionless. According to the moustache-man, who turned out to be a general of some description, that was what you needed to succeed in being a loyal supporter to Russia. An emotionless attack regardless of the circumstances and the honour to fight for your country.
I have that. I have to have that. I will show everybody.
Suddenly, he noticed a young boy sitting in a nearby corner, long chestnut hair veiling a blanched face as he sobbed bitterly. He narrowed his eyes at the dawning realisation.
"Damn you, Hayabusa, what are you doing here?" he snapped angrily. "First you stop me from killing you, and then you steal my spotlight? Mores to the point, why are you crying, you loser? Did Mummy pull your hair when she was brushing it or something?"
Emerald eyes rose, shining with tears. "Some fan-girl put me in this…" a sniffing pause. "…this story. And I can't get out. I want to go home,"
"How do you think I feel?" he exclaimed indignantly. "I'm the main character! And then you come along. Yeah, it's alright for you, because you're this writer's pet. Me, I don't even know whether I get to stay alive or not. How the hell do you think I feel?"
Sniff. Hayabusa shook his head. "I don't care. I'm stuck in here. I don't even belong in Russia, anyway. I don't speak a word of Russian. I'm not Russian. This is Russia. Why am I even here, anyway? What is the point of my existing here?"
Ah, the meaning of life pondering…
"And besides, considering she likes me, she certainly doesn't show it. You should read some of the stuff she's written about-"
"You know what? This story might be blood and gore filled. I might have seen my parents die a terrible and gruesome and innocence-shattering death. But, as much as I may have seen, heard or done, there is no way I want to hear about what you were about to say. Got it?"
"Fine…" Hayabusa blinked big emerald green eyes. "Where are we, anyway? What is this story even about?"
"You know something else? This is my forth chapter here and I wouldn't have a damn clue,"
"Well, that makes two of us," Hayabusa mumbled. "I don't like this story. I want to go home. Back to the clan, fishing by the river, conversing with Hayate… back to Japan. Russia sucks,"
"And I'm sure it speaks very nicely about you, too," he retorted. "See if we miss you,"
"See if I miss you. And your fat head," Hayabusa snapped.
"Hey! No Presents references! This is a totally different story! I won't swing you…" he threatened. Hayabusa paled.
"Okay, okay. That was harsh, really,"