The room itself is a small enclosure –nothing more than one's average classroom. It radiates of pure ice, the chill still reaching me beneath my many layers. Little sun leaks into this room, for iron bars are planted firmly in front of the only window, absorbing what little light it offers. Fear was what created this place, and fear is what keeps it going. It's out of this very emotion that they locked me into this damned room. They worry about the power that I have obtained, and exactly how I'll harness it. That's why they took my precious, black book from me.

Not much time has passed since I first found that book. It appears to be nothing much, but I'm glad that fate was on my side that faithful day –the day that it dropped from the heavens, and the moment I decided to call it my own.

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The air was crisp for an early, spring morning, and the scenery lay free of snow. The trees swayed in the wind, bowing down to its strength. That's how things should be –the weak fear the strong. A smile found its way to my lips as I continued my stroll, thoughts of conquering the other countries crossing my mind. Whispering soon surrounded me, causing my smile to quickly disappear. In that moment, the whispering stopped, and something fell on my head. Catching the object before it could hit the grassy floor; I looked up to search for what could have dropped this upon me. All that lay above is a never-ending sky.

Shrugging, I brushed aside my silvering hair and peeked down at the object in my hands. The notebook was simple enough, being a dark raven in colour. What caught my eye was the title, which was formed in ornate, silver letters.

"Death Note," it read, which I in turn spoke aloud. That simple word caused a shiver to run up my spine, and had the entire forest quivering in what I took to be fear. I could not hide my pleasure upon this discovery. The name radiated of power –something that I deeply wish to have. Tracing the lettering one last time, I quickly hid it in one of my many hidden pockets. Continuing on the path in a hurry, I wished to examine this book further in a more secluded area.

After minutes spent torturing smaller counters, I finally shut the door to my room. I made sure to lock it, even though I knew that no one would dare to intrude, unless they had a death wish of course. Falling onto the lone chair in this room amongst the mess, I hesitantly opened the Deathnote to its first pages. As all things begin, it had a list of rules.

The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die.

That one sentence was enough to capture all of my attention, and cause me to laugh aloud as a result. The possible of killing someone with silly words was so unreal! I instantly closed it, and walked to a nearby window to throw it out. That's what something odd happened –I couldn't do it. As hard as I try, I couldn't find it within myself to give up this book so easily, even if it was one of the lesser countries jokes. After seconds of debating with myself, I quickly made my way back to my seat and continued to read.

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

"This notebook seems to be pretty specific for a prank," I contemplated aloud. Though I did not know anyone who shared a name, this idea seemed completely plausible to me. My hand absent-mindedly found its way to a pen. As it lay uncapped in my hand, I prepared to write a very specific name, but decided against it. The rules should give me more insight on how to kill more precisely.

If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the person will merely die of a heart attack.

The more rules that I read, the more anxious I was to try this out. I pondered momentarily over whom my first victim should be, but too many images came to mind.

My thoughts where interrupted by a frantic scratching upon my door. My heart nearly jumped out of my throat upon realization of who was here –no one else would dare to intrude.

I instantly ran from my desk, taking shelter behind the lone couch in my room. I knew that this wouldn't stop her, but I could pray.

"Nii-san. Nii-san!" Her cries were audible from outside of my room, but I still pretended not to hear her. "Let's become one, Nii-san!" I couldn't stop the eruption of shivers that raced all over my core. I swear, Belarus is the only one that I truly am scared of. The scrapping on the door rings through my ears, but I make no attempt to move. "Damm it, Nii-san…-open up!" I hug the book closer to me, and as the familiar glint of silver shines, an idea pops into my mind. As I open the pen, I only pray that it's not too late. "Get rid of the door that separates us! We're destined to become one!" I begin to write with a shaky grasp the name of my own sister.

"Please, just leave!" I cry out, desperation clear in my voice. I glance down at my near illegible writing, hoping this book takes effect soon. Even so, the scratching upon the other side does not cease. One second later, it all stops. I nervously look to see if she truly is gone, only to have a broken down doorknob hit my face. A dark figure stands within the doorway, causing me to nearly cry out. The notebook didn't work!

"Nii-san, I've gotten rid of the door that was separating us," Her eyes were like nothing I've ever scene, and I cower away as much as I can. "Now than, let's get married…-married…-married," Belarus repeats the one word over and over until it's drilled into my mind. I cover my hands over my ears, but it won't stop, or at least that's what I thought! My little sister suddenly doubled over, and appeared to be clutching her heart. Her face flushed to an unbelievable white as she dropped to the floor like a rag doll. The entire time, her eyes never left me, so I could witness the life parting from them. Shock coursed through my veins as my violet eyes fell back down to that black little notebook as I looked at it in a new light. How could it possess such a power? I instantly flipped it open once more, two final rules catching my eye.

The human who uses this can not go to Heaven or Hell.
If the human uses the note, a god of death (shinigami) usually appears in from of him/her within 39 days after he/she uses the note.

A smirk touched my lips as I read those final lines. I knew all that I needed to know –the rest of the rules would bore me. Flipping open to the page which now possessed my deceased sister's name, I began to think of who I should write down next. Let's see those countries refuse to become one with me now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Russia, or any other characters from Hetalia. I also do not own the plot from Death Note, or the Death Note itself.
Cuba: No countries/people were actually killed in the making of this theme!
A/N: This has the possiblites of becoming one of my future stories, or a really long one shot!