SO I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS IN CENTURIES.
Sorry. I have another one planned too. I'll try to get back on track with this.
Also, this was requested by Neko_Nico
The tall Russian, once feared by all, once the source of terror in the hearts of every country who knew him, fell to the ground. It had been a simple death, three bullets to the chest and another to the face for luck, and it was more than he deserved. Far more.
"Like, what did Liet ever do to you, Russia?"
The man in the bloodstained scarf couldn't reply. His chest looked like a bowl of that borscht he loved so much.
"You treated him like shit."
His body was too heavy to carry. He'd have to leave it there.
"Have you seen his back? The scars on it? Scars you caused?"
Russia was far from well-liked. He could frame... hmm... America, maybe.
"You're sick. A sick, twisted bastard."
Look who's talking.
Shut it, brain.
"Or at least, you were."
Poland glared at the now-fallen country. Part of him wanted to kick him just for the hell of it. The other part of him didn't want to get blood on his shoes.
"See you in hell."
With a flick of his hair, he turned on his heel and left the crime scene.
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Cracked
FanfictionMost of the countries are lovely and sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly. I said "most". Some countries are less innocent. Some go nuts over time. Some just... Crack. Inspired by a few chapters (The Broken Series) in Hetalia One Shots by @TeamFreeWillDe...
