Hetalia Countries Play Slenderman/Horror Games

Russia

So I got a request for a certain Russian to play! Hope you liked this chapter, it was kind of easy to think of, since he's...well...Russia and all. Anyway, as always, smash that vote button, keep the requests coming and hope you like!

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Russia walked into the Allies meeting room, and instantly a silence filled the room as everyone tensed up. "Hello, comrades. So the meeting is commencing now, da?" He asked/stated, then took a seat next to China. The Chinese man paled, and slid his chair an inch away from Russia's. Russia gave the Chinese nation his signature, childish little smile, that was as much demonic and terrifying as it was adorable and innocent. It gave everyone the shivers. Russia's eyes traveled to a cd box that America was holding. "America?" He stood, and the American shrunk down into his seat.

"Y-yeah, Russia...dude?" He asked, trying to keep his heroic voice steady.

"May I have that game you are hold-" America threw the game at Russia and covered his head, poking one blue eye out from behind his arms. Russia smiled. "Thank you. Comrades, I will return momentarily, da?" he said, and strolled out of the room, his lead sinkpipe swinging at his shoulder as he exited the room. An instant wave of relief washed throughout the room as every nation relaxed in their seats.

Russia walked down to the computer room, then put the game in the computer and set his pipe on the floor as he waited for the game to load. He clicked play, slid on the headphones, then placed his fingers over the keyboard. "Ah...the dark forest...my home," he said, his childish, demonic smile growing slightly wider. He propelled his game character through the woods, and soon came to a lot of over turned, crashed vehicles, and one truck had a little white note on the side of it. Russia clicked it, and '1/8 pages collected' flashed on the screen. "Ah...so this is the goal? To collect eight simple pages? That can't be too hard...I don't understand why this scares everyone so much..," just as he said it, the music spiked in his ears as he found himself being approached by a tall, faceless, shadow-like man. Russia's brow furrowed in the slightest as he turned his character away and broke out into a run back into the forest. He walked straight into a tree without realizing it, and his character stood, walking forward into a tree trunk. Russia frowned, and made his character run, but he kept barreling into the tree trunk. His expression softened, but a faint violet aura remained, lingering around his head. He turned around, only to find himself being stared down by the suit man with no eyes. YOU DIED flashed in cracked, broken, bloodstain-type letters on the screen.

Russia stood, picking up his pipe. He smiled his innocent, cutesy little grin, then brought the pipe into the computer screen, watching the screen as a plume of smoke collected above it. He turned and walked from the computer room, brushing off loose shards of glass from his sinkpipe.