Oh I did like this...it's been a while since I've looked at it, and typing this up was enjoyable...XD

"Ivan? Braginski! Are you listening?"

Ivan blinked a couple of times, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and focused on what his boss had been saying.

"Yes," he said, nodding. "In all accounts however, I don't think that once one nation is down, the others are unlikely to find a way to stop themselves being affected."

Pavel turned the page in the file. "Which is where the second part comes in. I have managed to devise a way to ensure that every one of them will be eliminated by the end of it. However, you cannot expect that they will not retaliate, and attack in return."

Ivan leaned forward and looked deep into eyes that reflected an emotionless pit of his own.

"Sacrifices," he said, "have to be made."

…

They were walking fast along a road, Pavel was talking even faster.

"Now there will only be a window of time here, from the moment he looks up to the moment he recognises you, which is only a couple of seconds. Once he is hit, the poison will act fast, so it is best to get out as quick as you can before you are caught, but if you are, you have the smoke grenade. However it is messy, and unnecessary and therefore it is easier if you do not get caught."

They stop by a car, and Ivan gets out some inconspicuous looking keys, and opens it. Just before he gets in Pavel rests his hand on Ivan's shoulder.

"Oh and Ivan?" he says. "Good luck."

Ivan gets in the car, admiring the inside, dark as the night-like exterior of the vehicle.

"Do not worry," Ivan replies, "I will not fail."

Dust rose around Pavel as Russia sped off.

…

Arriving at his destination, Ivan got out of the car, shut the door and pulled his coat up around his neck.

Once he had entered the tall building before him, he only had a few minutes to enter the office before he was recognised and security was alerted.

Walking inside he approached the receptionist, a shy looking blonde with kind blue eyes. She smiled and asked his name.

"Ivan," he said. No point in disguising who this was from. "I have a delivery for…"

He looked down at the package and read the name.

"Matthew Williams."

The receptionist, Tracy by her nametag, pointed over to a short man with spiky brown hair.

"That's Dave, he will deal with any deliveries you have."

Ivan lowered his voice.

"I was told to deliver it myself."

Her blue eyes narrowed, but she gave him the floor and office.

"Right ate the top, come out of the lift and walk straight ahead." She said.

Walking over to the life, he was taken to the top floor, and following the receptionist's instructions, he came to a large, plain white door.

Knocking, a small voice told him to enter.

Slowly, Ivan entered the room, and saw Matvey.

He was concentrating writing on some insignificant paper.

"Delivery." Said Ivan.

The man motioned for him to put it on the desk, and when Ivan did so, that was it.

Matthew glanced up at Ivan, double-taking, and stared, disbelieving.

Ivan watching as Canada took in his filthy mated hair, his terribly bloodshot eyes, a fury that was inhuman in the Russian's eyes.

"What happened-"

Matthew was cut off as Ivan, in one slick movement, took out a long black gun from the package, and shot him in the neck.

Ivan watched as he felt the dart, tried to talk.

"W-Why…" Matthew gasped, and collapsed on the desk.

Calmly, Ivan put the gun in his coat, and walked out of the office. He was still calm when he walked out of the doors that lead to the street, hearing people behind him start to raise their voices.

It was only when he had sped off in his car and was safely on the boat back to Siberia did he allow his right hand to tremble.

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