All will be one with Russia

That's what he always said, and it was finally coming true.

Russia walked along the corridors of his home, the once empty rooms were now filling with countries he had invaded and captured. England and America were first, followed By Canada and France. Soon he had Australia and the Italy's, Germany and all of Europe. China was a willing Allie even if his brothers Japan and Korea were not. America's precious states took up some room, but Russia had room to spare.

He sat at the long dining table, grinning happily at the people lining its edges. They either glared back or hid their faces in shame. How pleased he was to see the chairs filled. The Russians smile faltered as he saw one seat in particular empty.

"Australia, Where is your daughter?" he asked, threat filling his tone. The brunette man looked up, glancing at the seat his eldest girl usually sat, New South Wales wasn't there. He blinked in confusion.

"I-i don't know, I haven't seen her since last night. I'm sure she's just tired" his voice had become less animated when he and his children had been brought here, almost dead and so quiet Russia barely heard him. They all sat quietly, beginning the food spread out before them. After about half an hour Canada walked into the room.

"Oh! Canada, I didn't notice you were absent" Russia smiled, forking another piece of meat into his mouth. Canada nodded and took his seat beside England. The silence stretched out a bit longer.

Australia pushed his chair out a bit "I'll go find her..."

"No need Aus. California, Moscow, go find your cousin and bring her here. Wouldn't want her to miss her meals". Several people frowned and clenched their teeth and fists, they all knew why New South Wales was suddenly Russia's favourite, but none spoke a word.

Two teenagers stood, California was an exact copy of America but with England's eyebrows and Moscow was a beautiful young woman that was wonderful mix of Russian and America, with Russia's hair and the Americans large expressive eyes. Russia was proud of her.

The half-siblings left the room in search of their cousin. Russia began his meal; others began to eat slowly and with much reluctance.

The meal continued in silence before a shriek filled the air. Russia stood quickly, everyone was staring at the door as he walked swiftly out of the room, wanting to know what caused his precious daughter to scream.

Russia walked along the hallways, pinpointing the shriek to the stairwell.

He came to a halt at the stair well, Moscow was sobbing into California's shoulder, which looked at the puddle of blood on the ground. Russia opened his mouth to ask about the blood but a drip splattered on the crimson liquid, adding to it. Purple eyes slowly gazed up and shut at what he saw.

New South Wales was hanging from a rope by the banister, wrists slit. Her eyes were closed and her entire body was limp. This wasn't the first one to die in these halls.

Latvia was the first; he drank himself into a stupor and choke of his own vomit.

The Italy's had a couple suicide, they were found in the snow outside their window. They jumped off the fourth floor and froze to death.

Hungary was the third to take her life, slit her wrists when it was her turn to cook, each person was given a companion so they didn't try anything foolish in the kitchen, but Austria cut his throat and died with her.

Louisiana jumped off the top of the stairs.

Massachusetts mixed medicines and poisoned himself.

America drowned himself in the bathtub just after Moscow was born.

Spain became Bulimic and ended up dying of starvation.

Queensland went insane and banged his head against the wall till he bled out.

And now he could add his Precious New South Wales to the list.

"Moscow, go get your Uncles. California, help me get her body down" Russia was n a hurry to get the body down, there was something he had to see.

California ran up the stairs and lowered the rope slowly, being scowled at if he jerked her around. The Russian finally got a good grip on the body and held onto it as the teenager threw the rope down. He carefully set the fresh corpse on the ground.

There was a gasp behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to see Australia standing a few meters away, staring in shock at the sight of his precious little girl lying limply in front of Russia. Beside him as England, Canada and a quickly growing group of people. The white haired man lifted the girl's shirt over her stomach, blinking in surprise. Her stomach should have been much rounder, more prominent then its current deflated state. It should have been larger, not like this, this stomach was childless.

Russia stood and turned to the group of his captured countries, purple eyes hard and cold.

"Somewhere in this house is a baby. We must find it" everyone was frozen "NOW!"

They scattered hurrying upstairs and across the room to find a hidden child. Russia turned to face California. "You too" the boy ran upstairs to search.

He knelt down beside the cold body of His child's mother. Her long brown hair spread out around her head, bright green eyes closed to the world, lips parted slightly as they had been when she took her last breathe. This woman had carried his baby for the last eight months, she looked beautiful as ever and it would've been the most breathtaking sight in the world had it been other circumstances.

Russia ran a finger along her cheek. "What have you done Sydney"

i feel kinda gross writing this, but it came to me in the shower and i was like "Whoa! gotta write this up" and here it is

i hope to continue this soon but no promises guys, press the shinygreen button below to fav and comment to feed my imagination ^.^