Russia was sitting quietly in the silence of Canada's home when a knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. He hesitated before standing and answering, shocked to see his sisters standing there.

"Ukraine… Belarus…" he started quietly. Ukraine held a hand up to stop him. She looked like she wanted to cry, as usual. But she was in her military uniform, which was rare.

"Brother, I want to get my point across quickly…" she started. "…Come home. Please. You don't belong here. We know you aren't the same person you were during the Cold War, and we don't want it to happen to you again."

"How dare you go to that Canada freak behind my back!" Belarus hissed. "I swear, I'll kill him if he keeps trying to take my Big Brother away from me!"

"Bela, please!" Ukraine shrieked, already near tears. "We're trying not to get dragged into this war, remember? We just want to get Russia out of it!" Belarus sighed and backed down reluctantly. Russia only stared at them indifferently.

"Go home. I know what I'm doing, and I don't need either of you trying to tell me what's best for me," he told them.

"But Brother-"

"Both of you, get off of this property, now!" Russia cut Ukraine off with his booming voice. His eyes were cold and unfeeling, too heavily infuenced by war and bloodshed to care about his sisters. Tears filled Ukraine's eyes, and she started to sob. Belarus gently patted her sister's back and said nothing to Russia. She wanted to yell at him for making their older sister cry, but it may make him think she didn't love him.

"Just so you know, this is all your fault," she said quietly before turning away from her brother and leading Ukraine away. Russia continued to stare at them.

All my fault... he thought to himself as he watched them leave. ...Huh

Romano stared up at the ceiling, having been lying down in his bed while recovering for a few weeks now. The memory of his brother being shot down wouldn't stop haunting him. Instead of being his normal loud, obnoxious self, he was quiet and didn't like talking to anyone. He seemed to be always absorbed in his thoughts.

"Romano...?" Spain, who had been watching over the Italian while he was recovering, said quietly as he popped his head inside. "Romano, there's someone here who wants to see you..." Romano's eyes slowly shifted to look at his older brother.

"...Unless it's Veneciano or one of those damn Polars coming here to beg me to kill them, I don't wanna hear it," Romano grumbled.

"Something like that. I'm here to help you kill 'those damn Polars' and get your little brother back," Greece said as he stepped inside without proper invitation.

"England asked him to come here and help you.. He wanted Greece to come train you, because he's not really part of the war," Spain explained.

"I don't want any help," Romano said flatly. "I'm fine on my own."

"Romano, he knows some tricks from his Mother, Ancient Greece, he can probably help you take down Canada..."

"I don't need anyone's help!" Romano shouted. Greece blinked at the Italian, then sat down on the floor.

"I want to help. I don't like this war any more than anyone else here does. I'm not going anywhere," Greece said. Romano glared at him, but reluctantly accepted that the Greek wasn't going to be leaving.

"…Whatever," the Italian sighed. Greece stood back up and walked up to Romano. Despite the Italian's weak struggles and protests, Greece lifted up his shirt to inspect the bandaged wound.

"Give him another week to recover, at the least," he told Spain. "Our training can start after he heals a little more.

"Liechtenstein… I have to help Liechtenstein… But I'm not going to get into this through the Alliance… And there's no way in hell I'm going to the Polar Army…" Switzerland said to himself as his thoughts raced in both panic and rage. There was no way to really help her without breaking his title as neutral, which was his claim to fame and biggest rule.

Then he remembered her tear-filled eyes and her screaming for help, and the fact that he did nearly nothing to help.

Switzerland stood up almost immediately and walked downstairs into his personal armory. He grabbed all the guns and ammo he could with a slightly insane twinge in his eyes. The young man burst outside in a black wife beater and camoflauge pants, a sash of bullets, two pistols on either side of his belt, and a machine gun in hand. Without any further thought, he charged right towards Canada's home.

"Now, don't you look adorable in that little outfit?" Canada asked Liechtenstein, hunched over with a smile on his face to look at the girl who was now dressed in a servant's dress. The girl looked away with a slightly scared expression. The Canadian chuckled.

"Oh, don't be like that… I'm sure your Big Brother will be here to rescue you soon…"

"He vill stop you…" the girl said quietly. Canada only laughed.

"I can't garuntee that." He stood up straight and handed the girl a broom. "Until he does get here, make yourself useful." Liechtenstein looked up at him. For a split second she had an expression of defiance, but it went away just as quickly, and she took the broom and walked off. Canada smiled and watched her walk away.

Not even a minute had passed before the door burst open by the force of a booted foot, and the furious Swiss charged inside. He ran right for Canada with his gun raised, ready to shoot. His eyes were full of flames of pure rage and determination. He was yelling at the top of his lungs. However, he only made it three steps before Russia grabbed his neck and sent him backwards into the ground.

Liechtenstein froze in the hallway and turned around to see her brother being so easily beaten again. Her eyes filled with tears. She was so happy that he had come to save her, but it crushed her to see his heroic actions be in vain.

Switzerland raised his machine gun and shot aimlessly while he was down, but the only bullet that hit was one that grazed Russia's shoulder and drew only a little blood. As a reaction, Russia pinned the gun down on Switzerland's neck.

"Can't have you use such a dangerous toy, ida/i? We should put you in time out." The Russian lifted Switzerland up and held his limbs to keep him from moving, also stripping all weapons and ammo off of him. When he was clean, he was dragged down to the basement. The man squirmed and thrashed in the direction of Liechtenstein, who could only watch in horror. Once Canada left, she followed Russia to the basement.

The silence of the dark basement was broken when Russia stomped down the steps and tossed the Swiss into a cell with a still terrified Italy. America, who's cell was just across, stared in shock and said nothing. Once he was let go and the cell door was closed, Switzerland ran at the steel bars and tried to free himself.

"Vat the hell is this? You let me the hell out, Russian! You can't keep me in here forever, you hear me?" His language started to get more colorful as time went on.

"You and that fucking Canadaian aren't going to get away vith this, you fucking hear me? Huh? Hey, big-nose, I'm fucking talking to you! Get the fuck back here!" he continued to shout. Italy was curled up in the corner, watching Switzerland with tears welling in his eyes.

From the doorway, Liechtenstein watched her big brother with tears staining her cheeks. Her eyes widened as Russia looked back at the cell and grabbed one of her Brother's guns. The girl's expression filled with horror as the Russian pointed the gun at the Swiss.

"You're getting annoying…

There was a loud bang, and Switzerland was immediately silent.

"NO!" Liechtenstein screamed at the top of her lungs. She ran down to the cell, not caring if she was seen. "BROTHER! B-BIG BROTHER!" Russia allowed her to reach inside the cell to check his vitals. Nothing. Not even a pulse. Uncontrollabe tears ran down the girl's face. "SVITZERLAND!" she screamed. But there was no answer. Even America found tears in his eyes for the girl.

Lichtenstein's eyes started to fill with rage. Fury. Vengeance. She stood up and stared at Russia.

"You… You killed him… You killed Svitzerland…" Her entire body was shaking, and she charged into the larger man. "YOU KILLED HIM! BECAUSE OF YOU, HE'S NEVER COMING BACK!" Russia made no effort to fight back. He only let her relieve her fury on him. He also made no effort to stop the girl when she grabbed Switzerland's gun and ran out of the basement, and out of Canada's home. Tears trailed behind the girl as she ran back to her home.

But in the girl's eyes was no longer the childish innocence. She only had one desire now: To avenge, to kill.