heard some noise and frowns, grabbing his axe and slowly creeping into his kitchen, holding the weapon tight, ready to cut whatever jumps on

him.

sitting calmly at his kitchen table. "Pryvet, comrade."

narrows his eyes, staring coldly at him as he slowly lowers his weapon, but never really let go of it. "God nat...What are you doing here?"

ignores his question, countering it with one of his own. "Have you seen my sister lately?" asks in an eerily calm voice.

laughs. "The Soviet bitch? Ah, yes... She was, how can I say? Trying to make me believe you were right about badtouching my daughter and

then beating my wife." shakes his head. "Did you only come all the way here because of her?"

stands, glaring down at him. "She says you almost raped her. Is that not reason enough?"

smirks. "Hm, that's interesting, because my dauther said you almost raped her too... I guess we're even, aren't we?"

glares. "You had no reason to bring Natalia into this. If you have a problem with me, you will take it up with me. Understand?"

nods. "Ah, but of course... Funny, because you had nothing to do with Norway or Greenland either." walks closer, placing one hand on the

table. "Or do you really think you or your more than fucked family has enough argument?"

"Not my fault Greenland is a bad child... Not my fault Norway picked a fight he couldn't win..." hisses.

narrows his eyes. "What?! Well, you fucker, let me tell you something... You were the goddamn sadistic bastard who shoved that piece of shit

you call 'hands' on her chest, and Norge picked this fight because he fucking wanted to keep you at bay. Because I was fucking away!"

grabs his axe and points it at him. "So, shut your mouth, bitch."

pulls out a gun and cocks it, aiming it at him. "If Greenland had behaved properly, I would have as well. Norway needn't have came after me_

, I had no intention of doing it again. You had no reason to hurt my sister."

presses the blade against his neck. "Do you even know what the fuck you're saying? Norway look like he had been beaten to nearly death!_

Death!" roars. "My dauther always behaves, you're the bitch who fucking wanted to get yourself some sick pleasure since not even your sister

you anymore! I came after her, and I will do it until he stops defending a broke ass like you!" swings his axe strongly towards his

neck.

ducks, shooting him in the stomach. Laughs maniacally. "Yes, come at me with your justifications! We both know the truth! You just like to_

fight, to hurt people and watch them bleed. And you'll take any excuse, even hurt the innocent. We're not so different... Is that why you_

like to stand on your pedestal and judge me? Because you see yourself and you hate it... but you love the smell of blood the heat of the_

fight... kolkolkol..."

laughs loudly, swinging his axe down at him mercilessly. "Don't compare me and you... Look at me, I have a family, I can hold my ground, I

_ have enough money to impose myself... Look at you, fucked, isolated, poor, and most important of all, useless!" roars. "I'm not hurting

the innocent, I'm making justice... Listen, I am the happiest country in earth and... lost to a kid named Alfred." smirks, laughing loudly._

"How can you compare us? We're nowhere similar each other..." hammers his axe down, taking a good chunk off his coat.

moves so he's behind the other man, presses the gun to his head. "That's just what you'd like to think." Laughs maniacally. "Welcome to my_

level, comrade. It's a dark, dark place, a place where only people like us can go."

smiles. "You do know you can't kill me, right?" laughs as maniacally as him. "Shoot all you want, bastard, Kongeriket Danmark will never

die! I've been lurking here since the beginning of times, you won't make it!" turns around before he shoots, drawing a deep cut on his

stomach as he swings his axe.

hisses in pain, replies by shooting him squarely in the chest. "You are wrong their my friend. Nothing can outlast the winter that is_

Russia. I will be laughing over your dead body for long after you are gone."

shakes his head. "Screw your winter, mine doesn't even have sunlight." laughs, stumblnig a bit with the shoot, but soon is at him again,

hammering his axe down on his persona. "Dead? Like you could..." roars, kicking him.

isn't phased by the giant axe, simply take a cut on his chest and charges forward, tackling Denmark to the ground and shooting him_

repeatedly in the chest. "Oh comrade... If only you knew the cold that is Russia... but soon you'll have death's cold embrace. Yes, they_

say that is close, but not quite cold enough!"

coughs, pushing him away and feeling dizzy already, but stands his ground as slams his axe down, leaving deep cuts everywhere he can and

almost cutting his hands off. "Creeper, I live on winter...Now, why don't you go find yourself a whore instead? She could at least pretend

to be turned on with all the shit you're throwing me..."

barely even registers the pain on the blood. "Oh come on, you little slut. Don't tell me you're not enjoying this. You can pretend all you_

want but I see the glint in your eyes." Reloads and opens fire again.

laughs, swirling his axe to shiled him from the bullets. "Aw, do you want me to moan for you?" grins and charges, shoving his gun away as he

breaks it, almost slicing in half. "Then let me touch you first.." pushes him to the ground with the handle, slamming the blade on his arm

and punching him non-stop, grinning and trying to ignore the blood loss.

uses his other arm to pull out a knife, lunges up and Denmark and plunges it into his flesh, over and over, stabbing at where ever he can_

get to. "Time to start singing, little slut."

winces, taking his axe off and slamming it on his chest, trying to give him as much cuts as he can but soon is coughing up blood on his face

, dizzy. "No way..."

pushes him off and yanks the axe from his hands, pretty much prying it from his fingers and tossing it away. "If you won't maybe we'll have_

to find someone who will, da?"

punches his jaw, watching as it breaks, then turns to check if his axe is fine. He curls his hands around his neck, tightening his grip.

notices his jaw break, having a vague notion that something is off. Uses the knife to stab at his face, cutting his cheeks, nose, even neck_

to try and make him let go.

pushes him away, coughing more blood a he notices the deep cuts on his face. He takes the knife off his hands and cuts his face too, nearly

ripping his mouth open, but leaving some good deep cuts, aiming for his eyes next.

delivers a blows to his arm, jarring the knife out of his hands. Gets a hold on his neck, slamming him against the wall and holding him_

there so his toes dangle a few inches off the ground.

panting, frowning a bit before he starts punching him again until he backs off. He tries some curses in danish, but only groans come out,

so he simply keeps punching, kicking and kneeing him, his feet resting on his chest and pushing him away.

drops him so he falls to the ground with a thud. Pounces on him before he can get up, straddling him and pinning his arms to his sides with_

his legs and strangling him again.

winces, opening only one eye. "f'ck'n'..me...'lre'dy?" coughs, kneeing him as much as he can. "c'n..k'ep g'in'..'w'nt..do..m'ch..."

((My first thoughts: Wait, why is Sweden suddenly here? XD;; ))

((because he loves Sweden so much, when he's getting short on breath he speaks liek him =w=))

keeps applying pressure, eyes cold and distant. "No, not fucking you. Not you." Laughs like a madman.

(( XD of course))

rolls his eyes, struggling before he finally manages to bring his arms up and quickly shoves his thumbs on his eyes, pressing his nails on

it, then starts to sufocate him next, hands curled around his neck. "Lov'ly..."

knows that Denmark will be first to give in and tightens his grip around Denmark's neck.

frowns, pating heavily but refuses to give in, kneeing his crotch hard and tightening the grp on his neck as much as he can, grinning as the

other's face gets pale, then blueish..

gasps for air, but won't stop, not until Denmark gives up, won't lose to him, that bastard, he hurt Natalia...

tightens his grip even more, his fingers going white from the tight grip, and he, with little strenght left, keeps kneeing him.

lets go with one hand, reaching over Denmark to grab for the knife that had been dropped earlier. Barely is able to snag it, but gets a_

grip on it and cuts his cheek to the bone and keeps stabbing, stabbing, stabbing....

lets out a cry, dodging what he can and holding his ground still, taking the knife and piercing his neck with it before he falls numb,

giving in due to blood loss.

finds some rope and ties him up before dragging him out of the house. He's successfully completed stage one of Natalia's revenge, he just_

a bit of time to rest before he can move on with his plan.

((Ivan, what exactly is the plan?))

((lock you up, have Norway come, mentally scar both of you. You know, Russia things.))

((hm...wait, mentally scar?))

((Like psychological trauma? There will probably be physical scarring too...))

((hm...I see))

((Norge suspected you'd go for rape, so I was just..hm..checking))

((^.^' ))

((yes. Um, well, it's still an option >_>))

((I see...hm, well, we wait.))

(( *usually ends up making it up as she goes along, orz* ))

((xD same))

((Iunno, any major problems with anyone getting raped? Because if you and Noway don't want to do that, it's fine by me. *flexible* ))

((no, I don't...really care. It's just that you got me curious, woman!))

((ehehe, one of my many talents~ *bows* ))

((well, gotta go, we talk to norge later and continue the drama!))

((Sure thing, m'dear~))

((I have no problem with it either))

(('Kay cool~))