Random One Shots

scene Lovers to enemies

The feet of someone with bloodstained hands were quiet as they walked towards a room. A mixture  of emotions flying through their head as they stopped at the entrance. Regret, and fear pierced their heart, but, as they stared at the door, anger melted it and they opened the door. Their feet were bound in leather to be quiet, but they didn't need to be quiet anymore. The person in this room was expecting them.

They had a sword over their shoulder as they sat almost leisurely in their seat. The person smiled crookedly as they saw the other enter. "Russia, it's good to see you. Such a shame we aren't on the same side." The villain's voice dripped with sarcasm, they had a smirk showing how they saw the person they were talking to. Lower than the dirt beneath their feet. Russia couldn't believe she had loved this person at one point. But fear still knawed at Russia's gut.

She knew them all too well. The smile on the other's lips reminded her of when that same smile was used to protect her. That quick wit was used to defend her. That long hair was cut as a sheiks for Russia. But the person Russia had loved was long gone. She needed to remember that. The person she loved, didn't exist.

"Remember the first time we met Russia?" The voice was the same pitch, if not slightly more intrigued. The voice cut Russia less as she nodded at the figure.

The sun was shining and Russia was quietly by herself at the edge of the park right next to the forest and some wild roses and blackberry bushes.

She had been to preoccupied to notice anyone walking up to her. "Heya! Whatcha doing there?" Russia turned around to see them with a big smile on their face as well as dirt all over their clothes.

"Oh, uh, just looking at the flowers."

"They are pretty aren't they? Oh, do you know how to make a flower crown?" And so they showed her how to make. A flower crown. Russia had worn it all day until she got home and it was stomped on.

"Do you remember the first time we kissed?" Russia nodded slowly and swallowed. Her tongue was suddenly dry as she saw the villain get up with a  smirking face, staring down at Russia.

"Then you remember why we broke up?" Anger flared through Russia.

"Of course I do Bitch! You're a fucking murderer and now I'm here to stop you!"

"Hmm, you don't seem to be any better than me though huh?"

Russia stared at her hands, it's true she could never truly get the smell of blood off of them, even if no one else noticed, she always noticed the blood on them. "At least it was fair."

"Is killing fair?"

"When the only other option is dying yourself."

"In the end though, you killed a person, they had a mother, they might have been a mother or father, they were a friend of someone, they-"

"SHUT! UP!" Russia breathed heavily trying to calm down. She was pissed now as she stared at the other.

They had been best friends. They had been so kind, they had been a wonderful lover. Yet now all Russia could see behind her feelings, was a blood red maple leaf, with blood pooling around her feet.

"I missed you when you had empathy, Canada."

Russia drew her sword, and Canada lowered theirs, as their fight began.