When you mix America, Russia, Belarus, bad puns, an English singer and an author on a sugar high together, you get this.


America and Russia stood, arms-length apart, smiling back awkwardly whenever a human greeted them.

"America."

"Hm?"

"Whose concert did you say this was?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you just now? Natalia Kills, man! Natalia Kills! Don't you guys know about her in your place?"

"Eh~? I already knew that, though."

"Knew what?"

"That Natalya kills."

America sweatdropped nervously.

"Russia, dude, I get the feeling that you're not really gettin' me here... I know that Natalya's your sister's name, but Natalia Kills is a si—"

"NII-SAN!" Belarus screamed and jumped off the stage, ripping a black wig off her head as she sprinted towards Russia.


To this day, America and Russia still denied that they squealed in terror and ran away like cowards on live television, much to their citizen's amusement.


AN: Natalya is Belarus' human name, and Natalia Kills is a singer. Natalya. Kills. Geddit? GEDDIT?

...Sorry for the bad pun, but I just had sugar. Don't blame me XD ...but what if this stupid headcanon IS true?

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