A/N: This particular oneshot focuses on Russia, who was harder to write than I had first envisioned... especially since his character is one way, the fan base makes him another, and HetaOni's Russia seems different than both of them. I'd like to thank all of you for reading this collection, and I hope it continues to hold your interest.

Oh, one more thing. Each of these stories, unless indicated otherwise, are in loops that are independant of one another.

Alright, I've talked long enough.

The force of the iron pipe brought down on the monster's head would have fractured a normal human's skull. However, this monster was anything but human. It blinked its large, blank eyes slowly, its expression the perfect picture of apathy... it was frightening. Russia froze, rooted to the spot, staring into the creature's cold, lifeless gaze and gripping the pipe tightly in his hands.

The monster simply raised its hand and, without warning, sharply plunged it into Russia's abdomen. Russia didn't even have a chance to utter any sort of sound of shock before he crumpled to the floor.

The monster looked down at him with glassy eyes, watching uninterestedly as the man on the floor clutched his stomach and gasped. The length of time it took to make any move at all made Russia think that it was debating what its next action would be. Which, if course, seemed silly… the beast was powerful, but certainly not smart…

Just as his breath was regained, Russia felt something collide with his abdomen yet again and send him back a few feet. Russia gave a cough, tasting blood mixed with his saliva, Is it playing with me…? Russia thought, trying to pick himself up and ignore the metallic taste that flooded his mouth.

When he shakily returned to his feet, He held the pipe aloft, as though it would somehow frighten the enemy. The monster, however, looked on uninterestedly, as though the man before it ceased giving it amusement long ago.

Then, suddenly, pain… an explosion of it in Russia's chest. His eyes snapped wide. Did it… did it even move…? He thought in disbelief, sinking to his knees, dropping his pipe and clutching at his chest. Blood seeped between his fingers, staining his gloves a deep red. The beast seemed too far away to have been able to touch him… how… how fast is it? Russia asked himself, staring at disbelief at the gray monstrosity.

The beast blinked again, slowly. Then, it began stepping closer, taking its time.

It definitely is playing with me… Russia decided, trying to struggle back to his feet. His eyes pointed to the door, hoping against hope that someone would suddenly appear. Someone would help him out.

Russia's eyes snapped back to the beast's, glaring as furiously as he could into those dull, emotionless eyes. As he made it to his feet, his hands dropped to his sides, curling into fists. Looking anywhere else would be pointless… he never had to rely on anyone before… why would he have to now?

The monster had suddenly drawn frightfully close. Russia was ready. He slammed his fist into the beast's head… no, straight into the beast's eye, in hope of doing some sort of damage. The beast seemed unfazed… but even more strange, the eye didn't give way at all to Russia's blow. It was as though it was made of stone…

The beast raised its hand and Russia tensed. However, he couldn't stop its arm from shooting out, almost as fast as lightning, or its hand from wrapping firmly around his neck. Russia immediately grabbed hold of the monster's wrist, trying to pull himself free from its grasp, but to no avail. The monster held tight, not giving way in the slightest.

In panic, Russia began laying blows on the creature's head with all of his strength, but the monster continued to stare at him with a blank expression, as though it couldn't feel the attacks at all. Then, without warning, the monster's grip on Russia's throat tightened and the nation's consciousness wavered.

Is… is this how I am going to die…? Russia asked, staring into the apathetic eyes of the monster, seeing his reflection on their glassy surfaces, noting his own frightened expression. Did the creature get any pleasure from that, from seeing its victims' fear right before they died? Is that why it did the things it did? Then again, its expression led someone to wonder… did the creature even feel at all? Russia choked again, spitting up more blood. He then latched onto the monster's arm again in another futile attempt to pull the creature from him.

The monster slowly continued to constrict Russia's throat… slowly, it became harder to breathe.

I am going to die… Russia thought, his consciousness wavering once more, his grip slackening. I wonder… will it leave my body? If so… when the others find me, will they give me a funeral…? Russia's mind flashed to the memorials of the countries who had fallen before him: France, Prussia, America…

The monster constricted his throat even tighter and Russia gave a little gasp. They were really nice funerals, weren't they? He thought to himself, with paper flowers and bible readings…

Tighter.

I wonder… if they'll fold flowers for me…

Tighter still.

I hope they do…

As the monster tightened its hand again, the last of Russia's breath left him. With the final bit of strength he had, he gave a soft smile.

I wonder... if they could make a sunflower.