Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia.
Warning: This will be a gory story, and there will be character death. This chapter also contains mentions of alcoholism.
The country of love winced as his cuts were stung by the cold. Why, oh why, did England have to act like a cat when he was mad? They had nails, not claws! They weren't made for scratching his beautiful face!
And another thing, why did Russia have to live in such a cold part of his country? He had land that was of the same climate as his lovely France. The Islamic people weren't so bad, so long as you don't offend them.
France rang the door bell once more. Even with large houses, it shouldn't take Russia half an hour to answer the door! It was simply rude, especially in this weather.
After yet another half-hour of waiting, France decided he was going to go ahead and break in. He used to be a pirate; he could do it. And besides if Russia was injured, surely he'd be unable to answer the door; it would be up to big brother to help him.
The lock was easy to jimmy open; France suspected that the creepy man needed to worry about criminals breaking in.
The inside of Russia's house wasn't any warmer than the outside; France would even venture to say that it was colder than the sub-zero temperatures outside, but it very well could've been his imagination. Cold was cold, after all.
His foot nudged something, hard, and managed to send it rolling. With a clink, it seemed to stop. As France groped around for a light switch, his feet encountered several other objects of the same make. When the lights were finally found and powered, France found the little things to be empty glass bottles.
Picking one up, he read the label: "Myrov's Classical Vodka, taking you back to the old days."
I knew Russia was addicted to these horrible beverages, but this is downright alcoholic. Only England's obsessions match this. And Angleterre isn't as prone to drinking as this.
France knew he was weak; no denying that. He acknowledged that he was a coward. France was sure that he was terrified of the nation of Russia. So when he saw the man – or someone who he thought was Russia – coming towards the house, he bolted out the back door.