Explosions danced across the once-beautiful terrain, destroying everything.
He doesn't know what he's doing, thought the small Asian as he stood frozen upon the hill. No one does.
The nation suddenly doubled over in pain and cried out. His superior, about to leave the room, spun around to look surprisedly at him.
"Kas negerai?" he asked. What's wrong?
"Vil...nius..." the nation gasped. And with that he lost consciousness.
The smallest Baltic trembled as the report of invasion was handed to him. He looked up at his bespectacled brother and whispered, "Again?"
England had been working on his embroidery when the secretary burst into his room, scattering papers in all directions and informing him in a panic-stricken tone that, "He's gone mad, that Russia's gone mad!"
With that he had been dragged across London to meet with his boss, the dread slowly building up in his chest.
Now he stood beside his superior in front of a laptop computer in the latter's office which coldly replayed the Russian Federation's borderline insane invasion of the Baltics and China.
"The Baltics won't last long," murmured his boss, although they both knew it.
The question hung in the air. Why? Why was he doing this?
The Baltics... He thought almost coldly, are almost understandable with Russia's rather bloodthirsty nature, but... Why would he attack China? It was... Suicidal, unproductive.
"I think I'll call a World Conference," he declared, without taking his eyes off of the destruction displayed before him.
Should I continue? I swear that if I do the later chapters will definitely be longer than this one !
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