WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE! DON'T READ UNLESS 18 OR OLDER!

Russia's family was always on the news. The world just couldn't get enough of the insane stunts they would pull or the heated drama between them. Though, no one dared messed with them because of their sheer strength. Well, except for...

America. He's backed off slightly after the Cold War, but that didn't mean anything to Russia or his family.

"Fatherfucker..." Belarus would often call the capitalist pig. No one knows if Soviet and America were actually a thing, but Belarus seemed like she knew it was true.

Belarus walked into the UN building alone, which was quite strange. Usually, the communist offsprings would walk with each other into the completely glass building. Her shiny, black dress shoes tapped on the gleaming, cold tiles towards the elevator. Between her long lashes, she noticed a familiar flag that was already in the elevator.

America was holding the elevator doors open, a friendly gesture usually reserved for others.

Belarus frowned and hesitated before entering the elevator. The doors closed and the calming music often associated with elevator music filled the air. "Thank you, fatherfucker." She said and then tensed when the insult slipped into the open. With one forceful shove, Belarus was pinned on the elevator wall.

"I knew being nice to a bitch like you was a mistake." He spat and glared into her light green eyes.

A loud slap rang in the space between them.

America backed up and held his cheek with a scowl. He was about to yell another insult out, but the doors to the elevator opened. He huffed and spun on his also black loafers into the UN meeting room. He went straight to the little group on the left side of the humongous white table. "We have to do something about those Russians." He growled to his family members.

"What did they do now?" France looked distressed.

America pointed to the stinging sensation on his face.

"Oh, my dear boy!" He cupped his face gently. "Medic!" He screeched frantically which caught Democratic Republic of the Congo's attention.

It also caught attention of the Russian family. They were all seething at the group across the table from them.

"I can't believe he pushed you!" Russia growled.

"Good thing you slapped him." Ukraine placed a comforting hand on Belarus's shoulder.

She smiled proudly. "I couldn't let him go after calling me a bitch."

Russia clenched his fists. "This ends now. He's done enough to this family." He stepped onto a chair and then onto the huge white table. "America!" He stared at the other with a disgusted look. "Come fight me like a man!"

America pushed Dr. Congo to the side and joined Russia on the table. "I'm tired of your sexiest shit! Woman can fight just as well!"

"Are you saying your a woman?" Russia gave the American a bewildered look.

"Guess you'll never find out~" America flipped Russia off with a obnoxious smirk.

Russia spat while disgust returned to his features. "Keep your gayness... or straightness to yourself." He raised his fists and watched for the other's next move.

"Sure thing, cunt." America looked at his nails in a relaxed stance.

Russia growled and lunged at America, but the other just stepped out of the Russian's path. Russia's eyes jerked in front of him only to find Britain standing close to the edge of the table.

Britain punched the unsuspecting Russian out cold.

Ukraine climbed onto the table with rage sketched on his handsome features. "You fight dirty!" He stomped towards the American.

"You mean wisely." America grinned.

Ukraine bit his lip and threw a punch that America easily dodged.

America kicked Ukraine's legs out from under him and jumped on top of the other.

Ukraine grunted and gasped for air.

America let his fists fly until Kazakhstan kicked him off of Ukraine.

At this point, chaos was all over the meeting room.

Armenia was fighting Britain. Britain won with the help of his umbrella and cane.

Azerbaijan was fighting France. Of course France won with his baguette.

Belarus was fighting with Canada. Canada won of course using his secret weapons, syrup and pancakes.

Estonia was fighting with Australia. Let's just say she's poisoned and has a kangaroo kick implanted in her stomach. She really needs medical attention, but Dr. Congo hasn't noticed yet.

Georgia was fighting New Zealand. New Zealand won with the power of kiwis.

Kyrgyzstan was fighting Mexico. Mexico won with her sombrero.

Many, many more were fighting due to how the Spanish Empire could never keep it in his pants. That goes for the British Empire and the French Empire as well.

UN arrived to the scene and simply stared. He walked through the fighting with his face parallel to the floor. The countries felt his anger to the point that they would freeze and sit down at the bloodied white table. The scuffle ended right when he stepped up to the stadium. Well most of the scuffle ended except for...

"America!"

The American was choking Ukraine and Kazakhstan when he heard his name called. He looked up at the red-faced UN with a blank expression. "Yeah?"

"Let them go."

America frowned at the authority figure in his life and dropped the two red looking countries from his hold. "Sure. Whatever." With that he walked across to the table towards his seat, but on his way he kicked the still unconscious Russian off the table.

UN lost it. He shook the podium. He screamed profanities. He even did that thing when the microphone screams and blows everyone's brains out.

Luckily, the countries were saved by EU. Well, some were saved. Others on the other hand were...

"Fucked I tell you! We're fucked!" France cried.

"The other countries are sick of this fighting. Either do this or prepare for a global attack." EU flatly told the baguette lover.

"Well, I don't see the other countries being mistreated by themmmmmm!" France crossed his thin arms and glared at the other side of the table.

"Enough!" UN screamed. The crazy man found his slight sanity again.

France shrunk down in his chair and mashed his lips together in fear.

"Wait a fucking second...... where's your masks?" UN nearly lost it again.

Throughout the room, most countries grabbed masks and strapped them on their faces.

"Unbelievable!" UN slammed his fists against the podium and left the meeting room.

EU looked slightly alarmed, but stayed at the podium. He had to finish this meeting instead of chasing after UN. He wrote down something real quick and the deed was good as done. The Russians and the Americans were put into...

"Fucking. Couples. Therapy." America growled while throwing the signature red plastic party cups at his nephew, Australia.

"I fuckin' despise this too, mate." Australia threw the red cups onto the counter table. "I can't believe we have to go every bitchin' day." He angrily opened some pizza boxes.

America sighed. "It undoubtedly sucks, but let's focus on this party. It's our last day of pure Russian freedom!" America wrapped an arm around his nephew.

"Right, mate." Australia nodded and pulled America into the sweating masses of partygoers in the living room. The Americans were living it up with almost every country of the world until...

"Russia? What the hell is he doing here?" America started shoving random countries aside to confront his unwanted guest.

Russia checked his phone with a frown. He noticed the crazy amount of America's family in the dancing masses. "I should have known." He groaned at China's invite. "He's always pulling shit like this on me." He was already reaching for the door until...

"America..." Russia's blood boiled. In his mind, he told himself that he should leave, but his pride was eating him up from the inside.

"You have a lot of nerve!" America stood on his tiptoes to intimidate the other.

"At least I have the height to pull it off." Russia snickered.

America narrowed his eyes from behind his midnight colored shades. "I hate you."

"Great comeback." Russia harshly chuckled.

"Just get out." America said as he opened the door for the other with a scowl.

"Gladly." Russia pushed the other out of his way and took a step out of the doorway only to be tackled by America.

The American had him in a choke hold. "Don't you ever fucking push me again." He growled and let go of the Russian. The bald eagle fanatic left the colder country on the snowy ground and shut the door on the other.

Russia gulped for air and tenderly touched his neck. He scowled, vowing to never forget what the American did to him or his family.

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Tell me honestly.....

On a scale on 1 to 10, how violent was this?

Ight, I had fun doing this. Please ignore the cover. It's not my best work.

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