The Nightmre Before Hetalia (Ooogie Boogie Man)

  Russia and America were in the middle of war. A very cold and brutal war at that. America used the little strength he had left to rattle and pull at the tight chains that left him prisoner in this hell hole. A.K.A. Russia large (and very frightening) basement. "Come....On...." he grunted. After a couple more minutes of struggling, he finally let out a defeated sigh and gave up. Letting the heavy chains slam against the ground, and his tired and sore muscles relax. How he got captured, he will never know. It was still a big, fuzzy blur. All he could gather from his memory was that he was eating lunch (burgers of coarse, what else) signing some papers, when all of a sudden he felt a large amount of pain in his head. The next thing he knew, he was tied up down here. He slammed his head on the hard brick wall in frustration and immediately regretted it. Getting a painful reminder of the large bruise that was now on his head. "OOWWWW!"
 
  America quickly turned his attention to the door when he heard heavy and load footsteps getting closer and closer. When the iron door opened, the blonde narrowed his sapphire eyes in anger at the figure in front of him. "Don't start the pain without me Америка, da?" the Russian chuckled and slowly stepped closer to America, walking into the light with his metal pipe in hand. His white hair shined and his deep violet eyes stared down at the helpless American. Latvia and Lithuania peaked in the doorway, keeping a close eye on the situation. Russia didn't need them at the moment, so he left them shaking in the doorway. "Well, well, well" Russia started to sing, a large smile spread across his pale face. "What have we here? America, huh? Oh! I'm really scared." he said sarcastically. America rolled his eyes and looked in the opposite direction. He didn't even want to look at the man.
 
  But his gaze was quickly brought back when Russia roughly grabbed his hair and brought his attention back to him. America winced in pain "Not so big and tough now, are you?" He let go of America, letting him fall to the ground with a loud thud. America was now not only furious because of Russia, but also because of himself. He was hardly even putting up a fight! "You're jokin, you're jokin! I cant believe my eyes! You're jokin me, you have to be. This can't be the right guy!" Russia sang facing Lithuania and Latvia. They both whimpered as a response. "He's weak, he's pathetic. I don't know which is worse!"

  He lifted the long metal pipe over his head. "I might just brake some bones now," His serious face quickly turned into a big smile and he started to laugh uncontrollably at the sight of his weakened enemy. "if I don't die laughin first!!!"

  America continued to glare daggers at the Russian, but then decided to try and ignore him best he could. He had to start thinking of a way out of here. He didn't know how much time he had till Russia finally got bored and just killed him right then and there. Russia's roars of laughter quickly stopped when he noticed he was no longer getting attention from the smaller nation. "When Mother Russia says, there's trouble close at hand. You better PAY ATTENTION!" he yelled kicking America hard in the stomach. Smiling again when he saw him clutch his stomach in pain and let out a loud gasp. "Cause I don't play around. And if you aren't shaking, there's something very wrong. Cause this may be the last time, you see the light of day."
"Ohhh" Lithuania chimed
"O-Ohhh" Latvia shyly joined
"Ohhh. He's a v-very scary m-man!"

 "Well if I'm feeling cold, and there's nothing much left to do. I might just make a special batch, of hero~ stew. And you wanna know the one thing, that would make it work so nice! A bunch of grieving nations. Oh! That sounds really nice~!" Americas eyes grew wide, and became more angry then he ever thought possible. He suddenly found strength to start struggling again and come to his knees. This feud was between him and Russia. There was no way he was letting him bring in and hurt more nations just because of him. What kind of hero would he be if he let that happen?!

  "Release me now or you will face the dire consequences. I might not beat your ass as hard if you start to come to your senses!" America warned. He was done playing around, and just wanted to go home. "You're jokin, you're jokin! I cant believe my ears!" a dark purple aura started to form around Russia "Would someone please shut him up!" America backed away a little, being cautious of the purple mist that now surrounded the Russian. But just as soon as it had appeared, it was gone and replaced with laughter once more. America had forgotten just how big of an impact this war took on both of them. Russia was an emotional wreck, constantly going back and forth from enraged to completely hysterical. Then America's patience and sanity had slowly started to swindle down into almost nothing. "I'm drowning in my tears! Its funny! Im laughing!" Russia calmed himself down a little and wiped the small tears from his eyes "You really are to much. Now, without your permission," he picked up his pipe again "I'm going to do my stuff~" America looked up at him suspiciously "What are you gonna do?" "You'll see little America." he smiled. It was only a matter of seconds before Russia's metal pipe slammed against Americas head, making the American fall to the floor face first and start coughing up blood. He tried to look back up at the bastard but only saw a blurry blob. It was then that he noticed he wasn't wearing Texas (his glasses) any more and they had been knocked of his face. He remained on the floor, unable to get up from such a critical hit.

  "Oooohhh~ The sound of cracking skulls, is music to my ears! Cause I'm the powerful Russia," he noticed Americas glasses lying on the floor and smirked as he picked them up. He slowly knelt down next to America. Holding Texas in front of him, knowing he was still in to much of a daze to grab them from his hands. Even knowing this himself, America still attempted to reach for the them with a shaky hand. But it only dropped back down next to him. "And you know I don't play fair" Russia snapped Texas in half and let it drop to the floor. America snarled at him, wishing he had enough energy to strangle him. "Its much more fun, I must confess, when lives are on the line! Not mine of coarse. But yours old boy. Now that'll be just fine." "I'm warning you Russia, release me now-" he was interrupted by a large foot resting on his back and another burst of laughter. He heard a loud crack and started feeling large amounts of pain. He tried to hold back a scream and bit down on his now bloody lip. "O брат, your something. You put me in a spin! You aren't comprehending, the position, that your in. Its hopeless, your finished. You haven't got a prayer."

  Russia knelt back down next to Americas ear, and twisted his arm behind him. A loud yelp of pain escaped the young nations lips. While Lithuania and Latvia gasped in horror, Russia just smirked and whispered in Americas ear "I don't know what you were thinking. But you, aren't going, anywhere..."