Hiya guys! This is a short chapter, and a serious one, but one that I felt that needed writing. I know Russia can be way more creepy and menacing than how I wrote him, but being a one-shot and all, I hope this will suffice. I'm not sure what the next chapter will be, but I have a few ideas, one of which will hopefully be posted in a week-ish time.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine T.T
Snow swirled angrily in the air, the wind howled like a dying wolf, and the gunfire from his troops and artillery fired in nonstop pops and booms. Russia smiled with perverse delight at the sounds of war in Stalingrad. His boss was very keen not to lose this battle, and his troops were digging in wonderfully against the Germans. An artillery shell exploded close to Russia, but he didn't even flinch from the impact.
The wind blew snow harshly into the face of the enemy, and in the distance, Russia could see the ghostly image of General Winter. His rugged face nodded once at him before he faded entirely into the storm.
His smile grew a little wider as he pulled his sword free from its sheath. The Germans were flagging and failing now. So maybe Russia had been mad at how quickly France had been defeated. It certainly gave Germany more men to push across his borders and into his own lands, despite their nonaggression pact.
But that didn't matter now.
Russia had him now. Germany at least had the sense to dress warmer than an average soldier, but it was nowhere near enough to keep out the eternal Russian cold.
Germany nearly dispatched a Russian soldier with his pistol, but he didn't have time to turn around to face his new attacker. Russia held his steel sword to Germany's bare throat; the metal blade just barely kissing his pale skin. The blonde haired nation froze at the touch, but he did not say a word to beg for his life.
It was okay. That would change soon.
"No one ever learns from history," Russia whispered closely into Germany's ear, "They all make the same mistake you did."
He paused to see if Germany would ask where he had failed, but he stubbornly remained silent, which left Russia to answer his own statement.
"You never invade Russia during the winter."
Like I said, I know this is a short chapter, and a serious one at that, but I just felt the need to write it. Also, being a history major and all, do you realize how many freaking leaders and generals have made this same mistake?! Invading Russia is just bound to fail, because when winter comes, you're screwed. There just isn't enough money to give basic infantry the proper attire for death with the Russian cold. So anyways, thanks for reading, and I'd love to hear your feedback!