The Beginnings of a Madman by Vance-Wyatt, literature
Literature
The Beginnings of a Madman
"What the hell...!" Britain grabbed for his phone blindly, unable to rip his eyes off the headlines for the first of November. He hit the speed dial and waited with a shaky hand for the other person to pick up the phone.
"Yoooo, America here!"
"America, are you looking at the headlines!?"
"What are you talking about? I'm getting ready for elections!"
"Russia! What the hell happened to Russia!"
"He scared the heavens out of you last night, remember?"
England facepalm. "I know, I know, but what happened after that, you dolt?!"
"Lets see..." America put some thought into it. "I brought Russia to my house to scare you, then I sent him to
"It is not at all hard to imagine how you must feel Comrade." His voice is calm and smooth as silk. I am sure he is putting it that way on purpose. How irritating.
Ivan's eyes, violet and cold, penetrated my own stare with a vibrancy I like. It is... alluring. "After all, it is your fault they do not like you."
Hmm... he's playing this game again? I tilt my head and feel a small smile spreading across my lips. He still hadn't seen the syringe in my hand....
"Whatever do you mean Ivan?" I ask quietly. I always spoke quietly, but why I did when I was screaming inside, I would never know.
He chuckled that cute laugh he always had. So easily