In the middle of nowhere where the snow started drizzling, The silent had already broken by the sound of a gun. The Russian man just got shot from his chest covered with his blood and he kneels from his emotions. This expression from pleasing to hurtful by his loved one. In front of him, there are two-person standing to confront him: The mysterious man with hood hidden from his hatred expression and the other one is a woman was grabbed the gun, aimed at him where she shot at his chest. The Russian man is known as Ivan, the personification of Russia, stared at the woman who knew since she was born.

His beloved Princess

Anastasia Romanov

Before Ivan say something, the man with the hood moved forward to him, picked up his rifle on his back and reload it. Ivan started to panic! He tried to run away from him but he couldn't move, even speak out loud too. Ivan looks terrified when the mysterious man who already aim at him. Before pull the triggered his gun, he said something hatred.

"непростительный"

Then he shoots.

MY BELOVED ASSASSIN, ANASTASIA

ASSASSIN'S CREED AND HETALIA CROSSOVER

PROLOGUE

Ivan wakes up in sweating from his bed, he felt like someone tried to shot at him in real life but it is just a dream. Ivan wants to cover his face while he keeps breathing, started thinking about the dream. 'What just happening? I feel like I hurt Anastasia in my dream. For what? Even mysterious man said it too!' He tried to forget everything he had a dream and gets up from his bed. After getting dress up, he looks at the window and sees the snow still drizzling since 3 days ago it make feel... down for him. 'Still winter, huh? I wish I want to see the place with warm weather and sunflower' His room has dead silent until someone knocked on the door, it was Toris Laurinaitis, the personification of Lithuanian reply through the door: "Mr Russia, your breakfast is ready!" Ivan doesn't respond as came out of the room. After eating breakfast, He and Toris went to the Palace of St. Petersburg to meet his highness, Tsar

St. Petersburg

July 1905

They finally arrive in 15 minutes before the meeting started. Russia wants to discuss his tsar about the situation but he can hear from the outside; so he goes to the second-floor leave behind Toris, who looks after his tsar, to see the view what's happened.

Russia watched hopelessly out the frosty window. The day was grim and grey, and the snow fell steadily against the ground. Protesting proletariat members were coming towards him. They were yelling angrily, voices scarcely muffled by the glass window that was far from sound-proof. Their angry Russian cries hurt his ears and he was afraid. He did not like that they were so upset with him. That they were yelling so loud and their glares were cold and unfriendly. It made him want to curl up in a corner, stay there and cry.

These were his people. His friends. But now they hated him. He had tried to do everything to make them happy. But yet they always ended up hating him, no matter what he did.

"Umm...M-Mr. Russia...it appears the czar is having tea in the palace." That sweet voice. Lithuania's sweet little voice. A shame Russia had to hear it deliver bad news.

"I see..." That was all Russia could say.

"It's become rather serious...b-but I'm sure they'll all clear out by tomorrow." Lithuania continued.

Russia was not listening. "Why does it always end up like this?" The blonde asked, not turning his gaze from the window, "I have made this nation stronger and more prestigious than others all by myself...I...worked so hard." Tears threatened to spring from his sorrowful violet eyes. They were stinging them at this moment.

The yelling and protesting continued outside.

"Why does nothing ever go right?...why do they always end up...hating me..." There was no stopping the tears now. They sprang from his eyes and he pressed his fists against the window, letting them flow down his face. And he cried, pitying himself.

"Everyone says it's my fault. My fault. My fault. I have endured this for centuries. Why can't everyone just get along nicely with each other..."

Tears pooled down his cheeks as he cried softly against the window, forced to listen to the protesting, enraged voices. He continued to cry. He wanted to cry forever. But he knew he could not. Because voices in the back of his head said:

How weak you are. How pathetic you are. Crying over this. You let little humans elicit an emotional response out of you. You have worked hard. You do not deserve this. You know you have power over them, so use it. If they do not do what you want, they should get what is coming to them. Get what they deserve for hurting you like this. We both know what that is, do we not? They deserve to be punished for not following your rules.

A hidden smile curved on Russia's mouth as the tears slowly stopped their flow from his violet eyes. He opened the window. Snow and wind surged in, instantly chilling the inside air. The curtain flapped, and snow hit Russia in the face.

He grabbed the rifle that was leaning against the wall and had been hidden behind the curtain.

"M-Mr. Russia?" Lithuania's voice was small, pathetic and confused, as he shielded his eyes from the gusts of wind and snow.

Sniffling was heard, and then the large, young man turned, wiping tears from his eyes and face.

"Hey, Lithuania?" He started, "We do not want children, who can't play nice, right?" There was a gun in his right hand and he was smiling eerily, his voice a chilling, quiet volume. It was sickening.

"Wh-what do you mean Mr Rus-" he cut off when he realized. Russia had cocked the gun and was aiming it out the window at the unarmed demonstrators.

The Bloody Sunday

Ivan keeps shooting at the protester no matter how many time he kills.

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Aim at man

he shoots

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Aim at woman

he shoots

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Aim at the children

he shoots

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Aim at Mysterious Man

He stops.

When he saw the mysterious white hood man seems familiar from his dream and he said the same from his dream,

"непростительный"

Ivan began anxiety as he falls by his own body, and ignore to shoot at the protester.

Lithuania's POV*

At first, I was terrified to see Russia shooting at his civilian, I want him to stop from this madness. Suddenly, he stops shooting people. I thought I was a relief when he held shooting people, then I began worried to see Russia acts like he sees the ghost. I have to rescue him to catch him before Ivan fell on the floor. I should take him to the room quickly if he is a sick cause of killing his civilian. Right now, I have to carry him on like bride princess, it doesn't matter how is he heavier than another person.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the village, there is a small log house cover in the snow while a person is walking toward the house and knocked on the door. When the door opened, it was his wife named Anna, who already prepared the lunch for her husband, welcome him back named Nikolai Orelovai. He was a member of the Russian Brotherhood of Assassins. In the past, Orelov was born in the latter half of the 19th century. His father, Andrei, immigrated to Russia and became a devoted member of the Narodnaya Volya, a left-wing terrorist offspring of the Russian Assassin Brotherhood. He decided to raise Nikolai as an Assassin as well, and so he had him start his training at a young age. Nikolai was notably involved in events such as the Borki train disaster, the Tunguska explosion where he survives from the explosion and spearheaded the hunt for the Imperial Sceptre of the Russian royal family.

After eating lunch, he can tell his wife about an event in St. Petersburg. "Everything is horrible, Anna! I went to St. Petersburg to assassinated Tsar and I blend from the crowd of protester where they facing against the soldiers." he takes a breath for a while, then he said in angst. "Thousand of people were killed by the soldiers without mercy. They are innocent civilian! Men, women, elder, and children got a shoot in the front me.

"Then I look up, I saw a person was standing in the window where it open on the second floor in the palace and keep shooting at them, just like soldiers did. When he pointed at me, he stopped shooting and his expression becomes fear of me? then I was glaring at him for what he has done and I said in hatred 'непростительный' to him and he starts panic attack like a crazy person. I have no choice but I ran away from these disasters as far as I could.

"That day I called 'Bloody Sunday'" He finished his story while she was listening to his story, then she questions. "Can you describe the person on the second floor in the palace?" he replied to his wife without hesitation. "He has white-blond hair, rare purple eyes, big nose, wear a white scarf, and a little bit taller than me." she is thinking about it, then she realized who is he but she has a pain expression.

"Nikolai, I believe that person you met is the personification of the nation, Russia" she answers while Nikolai was shocked, that's the first time he'd never heard. "I don't understand! Why did he kill his civilians in the first place?" he yelled "But, if that Nation hates their highness/lord about bad behaviour; that means they should quit, right?" he said, but Anna disagrees. "Unfortunately for him, he couldn't refuse his order until his highness died. Without his, the General will take responsibility."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

-This story is NOT following historical event accurately, it following from 'Assassin's Creed Chronicles Russia' in Video Game; also, there is exist in the comic book called 'Assassin's creed: The chain'. Sadly, I've never read the book because It's hard to find in my country; so, I'm researching Assassin's Creed wiki.

-"непростительный"=unforgivable