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talk about a bloodbath

Russia placed a hand on his own face and looked at the mixture of blood and dirt on his hand. America looked on, not sure what to do. Meanwhile Russia charged at China much like a bear, motioning his hands like claws and moving to knock China out in one large attack. China was hit by the bulky man, being taken in whatever direction Russia wanted until his back slammed against the nearby wall, causing him to tumble to the ground. Russia recovered and grabbed China by his robe, dragging him up to face level. China, breath knocked out of him, thought quickly and jerked his head forward, swiftly head-butting Russia in his nose and forcing him to loosen his grip.

Having a moment to attack, China left a series of quick jabs to Russia, hoping to knock the wind out of him and make his attacks less forceful. Russia, fell backwards as his attention shifted to his nose, was in no condition to defend against such attacks, taking every punch before using his own open-defense to grab ahold of China's fist and flipped his body over him, slamming him against the ground and moving to stomp on his face.

China rolled onto his side, narrowly avoiding the thick boot of Russia, who was snarling in hatred for China. China leaped upward onto his feet and awaited Russia's on-coming attacks. Russia charged again at China, but China redirected Russia into the coffee table, causing him to drip and slam onto the center of the table, breaking it in half and revealing many wooden shards.

Grabbing a broken table leg, China slammed it into Russia's back, approximately at the same spot that Japan once left a scar on China's back those many years ago. Blood spurred from Russia's back, dripping down his sides as he groaned in pain. America was horrified, wanting to intervene but not having an opening to do so. He wanted to open his mouth and yell "STOP!" but the words couldn't come out of his mouth.

China continuously slammed the shard of wood onto Russia until he forced himself to roll out of the way and kick at China, hitting his kneecap and causing him to tumble. Russia rose and grabbed China by the neck, tossing him toward the door of the living room. China, now defenseless and open to Russia's brute force, thought of everything he could do to defend himself but could not accurately think of anything.

As Russia raised a large chunk of wood to slam into China, pure bloodlust crossed his eyes. He raised the wood chunk above his head and prepared to use all of his force to stop China. However, just as Russia prepared for his final attack, a sound of glass being broken pierced his ears, stunning him from being able to move. Russia dropped the wood chunk which fell behind his back. Russia's head turned slightly to reveal America standing there, a bottle of Russia's vodka broken, and blood dripping down Russia's forehead. Russia's head shook in a moment of what seemed like fear as he looked down and noticed a shard of glass stuck in his shoulder.

Russia, vision hazed with blood, began slowly losing consciousness. He thought, "I need to get away. I need to survive" He stumbled over China and exited the room, slamming against the doorframe and looking out into the world from the second floor they were stationed on. Russia couldn't entirely see where he was, and slammed into the wooden railing protecting people from falling from the height. Russia tumbled downward, falling onto his back onto a vehicle below, one of America's own cars. He could no longer move his arm, blood dripped from his head and nose, and he could not see straight. More glass shattered from his impact onto the vehicle slightly pierced his leg. In a sight of forfeit and defeat, Russia lost consciousness, left to his fate.