Russia's Game (Russia x Finland)

Chapter 4

" Are you awake? Dad? Dad??", Finland awoke to a poke on his nose

" Huh? Oh yea, I'm awake!", he turned to face his son.

Finland had passed out the other night after Sweden stormed out of the house. It was quieter now, and lonelier. It was early in the morning, the sky a dark blue.

" What do you want?",

Santa turned to face him, his cheeks a light red.

" It... it was Ivan..."

Finland immediately looked away and nervously tried to hide his face.

" yes.", he squeaked.

Santa turned and pulled out his crystal ball, but it was covered in small lights and pine needles, so he brushed them off as they evaporated into the air, Santa sighed. Finland yawned as he groggily moved his head.

" My powers are weakening for some reason, are yours?", he asked. The ball then turned a shade of warm winter blue as it shuffled through the snow and located Ivan's house. It then went through the walls to reveal the handsome Russian man. He was singing an old soviet hym as he was baking something. He content with the fact that general Winter's fury had sealed him inside. Unlike Mr.Sweden, Ivan did not really like to fight against general Winter, as this was also his greatest ally. Finland shivered as he remembered his encounters with the mysterious man.

" You loved him dad, I could tell..." Santa trailed off.

" Yeah... I guess I did... ", Finland remised sweetly as he gazed into the Russian's blue-purple eyes. He wanted to cry but did his best to keep it together for his son.

" but I'm home now, it's all a blur to me..."

" Ivan really loved you...but something's not right about him. Many countries have gone missing. I'm sure Sweden told you..."

" Now that you mention it... I have noticed not all my powers seem to be at their highest..." Finland remarked.

" Try summoning a nutcracker army. Or gold tinsel dragons, try it. I can't do those anymore."

Finland sighed as he snapped his fingers, a small army of sentient nutcrackers appeared on the floor. They walked around curiously, until Finland called them to attention.

" Go get us some cookies, I'm starving!", Finland whined to them.

Instantly the little men marched towards the kitchen, then used each other as a ladder to get on the counter.

Finland yawned as he got up, and did an interesting motion with his arms, two golden ribbons flowed out of them effortlessly and then (with a little concentration) Finland morphed them into dragon figures.

" Find me my bathrobe, I'm kind of half naked.", he said lazily to them.

He then turned to his son, who looked with apprehensiveness.

" If I keep losing my powers, I might not be Santa anymore. That job will have to fall back to you, dad." Santa remarked.

" If Ivan continues to attack and steal countries, how will we defend the North Pole?"

" We won't." Finland said solemnly " Ivan wouldn't do that.. I know what I saw... but I just can't believe that he would do that. Ivan is very sweet and loving."

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5 months later at the world conference...

England and America sat quietly at the table.

" so.. I guess it's just us?", Alfred asked Arthur.

" yeah... I guess so".

A shadow appeared from the corner as two beautiful purple eyes beamed out at them.

" yes" he whispered

Alfred jumped 30 ft into the air as he shrieked, Arthur stared into the face sternly.

" Ivan, why the bloody h#ll are you doing this??"

" Doing what? I'm not doing anything", he smiled cutely as he materialized from the the corner.

They both stood back, but Ivan gained on them. Alfred ran like crazy, but Ivan was faster. Arthur then tackled Ivan in a flash of rage.

" Don't touch him you bloody git!!!!!", he shrieked. Ivan laughed as he held the pathetic little englishmen in his arms. Alfred stood in horror, as if paralyzed. Ivan pulled Arthur closer to him.

" I'm going to make you all become one with me! Everyone will be happy then, da?", he smiled as Arthur tried to escape.

Alfred then ran straight into Ivan, knocking him down with such force so as to loosed his grip. Arthur wriggled away swiftly as he pushed Ivan aside. Ivan looked up and them grabbed Alfred, again. He then held the american in his arms as he stalked away. Alfred hissed and kicked, but it was no use. Ivan laughed.

" soon, everyone will be happy and you will see just how good I really am. Then you all will love me!!" he laughed to himself as heh carried Alfred away.

" NOOOO!!!", Arthur screamed.

" not again...", he whispered.