Chapter 5

Place: Border of Russia and Finland

They charged at each other.

Sweden was first to go on the offense, he brought his sword down on Russia. Luckily, his quick reflexes saved him and used his pipe to defend himself. A loud clang was heard as the two metal objects made contact, echoing in the silence. The weight of the sword seemed to get heavier, and Russia was forced to go slightly down. Sweden raised his sword again and slashed sideways at him. Russia took a big step back.

"He got stronger, that's for sure" Russia said to himself, changing his stance to defensive.

Russia's strategy was to go on the defensive side until Sweden got tired, which would make him move slower. If all went well, he could easily beat him down till he surrendered. Maybe not surrender; just knock him out to score a victory for the Allied Forces. Sweden's strategy was to find Russia's weak spot, or at least tire him out. If possible, break his pipe so Russia would be defenseless.

The Swede went after him and swung his sword at the Russian. Russia took a risk and swung his pipe quickly at the hand that held the sword. Sweden held back a painful scream as the pipe hit his hand really hard, thus dropping his sword. Russia grunted as the sword was able to slice a little cut on his arm. Lucky for him, it wasn't deep.

The Swedish man stumbled back a little and held his hand. The power of the Russian's swing was incredible, he never thought it'd hurt as much as it had. On the other hand, Russia didn't look bothered by the slice and decided to use this chance. He ran towards him and punched him in the stomach, hard. Sweden curled up to lessen the pain. Without mercy, Russia swung his pipe down on the poor Swede's back. His legs couldn't support him and he knelt down on one leg. His hand, stomach, and back were throbbing with pain. He couldn't handle this pain all at once.

"Do you surrender?" Russia said smiling sadistically at the man. This was going by faster than expected. Deciding that the fun shouldn't end just yet, he added, making his voice sound Finnish, "...Su-san~?"

This made Sweden snap. He forcefully brought himself to stand, grabbing the sword lying next to him. How dare he call him that! His rage exploded and without thinking, he slashed Russia's leg. The Russian stumbled back, falling onto his back. He sat up and looked at his leg; the cloth was now dark red. It was starting to spread quickly and it dripped from the spot. He growled. To his disgust, he noticed the Swede was towering over him and was staring down coldly. He stared back without moving and simply smiled at him. Sweden's deep blue eyes were burning with hatred as he looked at that smile and at those beautiful violet eyes that were mocking him. Looking at said eyes reminded him of a couple of years ago, when he was in a similar situation like this. Except that he had been on the ground, Russia had been towering over him, and the violet eyed man had been carrying a shorter man over his shoulders. He still remembered the haunting words the Russian had said that day:

"Don't worry Sweden, I'll take care of your wife~! I'm sure he'd love to stay with me rather than a scary man like you~"

The memory made him loose his mind, and, once again without thinking, he brought down his sword on the Russian. The violet eyed man rolled away in time and the sword landed where his chest had previously been. This gave Russia a new strategy, a very risky one. He was planning to piss Sweden off enough so that he wouldn't know what he was doing. If that happened, his body would be wide open. Yet, he had to be careful. He didn't want to underestimate the Swede's power, especially if he's that angry. Alright, time to put the plan into action.

"Taking a rest Sweden? Or are you just a coward~?" He said and walked backwards, his smile widening.

Sweden growled and went after him with his sword.

Russia chuckled with enjoyment.

He was going to enjoy this.