His eyes widened.
He had been following the weak, damaged signal that Russia had been sending out. He had trekked through desert, mountains, and blizzards.
He had finally managed to pinpoint where Russia was.
A prison.
His wide eyes turned purple and he roared with rage.
"Mommy, who's there, across the ocean?"
"You can tell there's someone there?"
"Yeah. He's like me, but he's alone and sad."
"How can you tell?"
"He's sending out these weird si-signals... Mommy, can't you hear them? The signals?"
"..."
"M-mommy?"
"I-I am blessed to have a son who has a soulmate..."
"A soulmate? What?"
.
.
.
"Mommy?"
Anything in his path was destroyed. Soldiers. Weapons.
"RUSSIAAAA!"
He was invincible.
"GIVE HIM BAAAACK!"
Russia heard noises outside his prison.
"...russia..."
America's signal was there.
"...give him back..."
Russia smiled.