Red Wash (A Hetalia Fanfic)

Prologue

It was a very beutiful day as the meeting of the Axis and Allies were going on. Italy was running around the meeting room with his cat, Pookie. France was trying to rape Britain. America was ordering everyone to back him up. Everything was normal. At least, that's what it seemed like.

"Onhohohohon. Where's that Big Ben of yours, Britain?" France asked as he tried to take of Britain's pants.

"Damn it, bloody wanker! Get off of me!" Britain snarled as he rammed his elbow into France's gut. France flinched and Britain got free from his grip.

"Dude!! Get a room!" America gave a douchy laugh as he shoved a hamburger in his mouth. He pointed to a door. "There's one over there! Why don't you guys get some alone time!?"

France looked over at the room America pointed out in delight, and grabbed Britain by behind, and started to drag him in the direction with a rape face. Britain struggled in his grip, cursing out to the world.

"Prease, be more gentle, France-san." Japan asked nervously and out of forced politeness. Japan shuddered at what horrors could come from behind that door as France drags Britain through the doorway.

"Germany!" Italy stopped running around and was now shaking. "What are they going to do in there!?"

Germany didn't respond, but just sat there looking like he was going to explode in anger. Italy continued to poke Germany repeating "Doitsu? Doitsu? Doitsu?"

Russia sat there just smiling as this chaos was happening all around him. On his back was his pickax he carries around. He was unaffected by all of it as thoughts came through his mind. I could just kill them right now. I can't wait for them to be one with me or I get to pound all their stupid faces into dust. Kol kol kol... He smiled more to himself as China gave a suspicious look at him.

"Russia, you give weird faces, it's creeping me out aru!" China said.

Russia looked over at China. "Sorry, I was having the happiest thoughts just then!" He replied with his normal derpy smile.

"Uhh... I'm not sure if that's good or bad..."

Russia continued to sit there with his cute derpy smile. You easily see though that his normal intimidating purple-ish glow was floating about him. China started to shake a little as he noticed the purple glow surrounding Russia.

Suddenly, the door across the meeting room burst open as Britain came stumbling out missing his shirt. He looked pretty exhausted and looked as if he had seen the worst yaoi of his life. This diversion is what Russia wanted.

Russia slowly reached into his coat and took out a pipe from there, which he called his "Magic Cane". He softly muttered to himself "Kol kol kol kol..." as he started to look more and more insane. He turned around to China, shaking and standing there in shock. China tried to speak, but he couldn't spit out anything. Russia stood up as he held his Magic Cane like an ax.

"Oh China, would you like to be one with Russia, da?" Russia asked, smiling.

China trembled and managed to spit out "No aru! You're creepy! Plus you kill Panda!"

Russia started to say "Kol kol kol..." as he got ready to whack China until...

"Germany! Russia looks really scary!" Italy's voice yelled from across the table.

Russia stopped and turned to Italy, shaking Germany. Italy looked up at Russia and stopped shaking as they were looking into each other's eyes. Quickly, Russia grabbed the pickaxe on his back and chucked it at Italy's head. Right at the last minute, Italy ducked down in fear as the pickaxe soared above his head. Part of the axe's head hit the wall and stuck there.