~Warning: This story will contain ideologically sensitive material, if you are easily offended by anything in the whole wide world, please leave me in peace.~

Save Me

The first thing America noticed was the cold, a cold that nipped at his ears and fingers, slowly spreading throughout his body like an uninvited guest. He couldn't imagine what the water below him must be like, and he was suddenly thankful for the strength of American naval ships.

He sighed, slowly removing his fogged up glasses and wiping the bottom of his shirt across them. As soon as he got out of this frozen country, the better. If only Russia wasn't so stubborn…America wouldn't be freezing his ass out here if Russia would just surrender and let this silly war be over.

The roar of another ship brought America out of his anger, a smile reappearing on his face as he prepared to take down another element of Russia's pitiful navy. He stood up straight, putting on his glasses and taking out his pistol, it was all that he needed. A strong country like him was a powerful weapon, he could take down this ship full of humans all on his own. Still grinning, he began to run, launching himself off of the rail of his own sea craft and landing on the opposing deck in an inhuman feat of strength.

"Prepare to sink, ya stupid Soviet bastards!" America yelled at the top of his lungs, firing a pistol shot into the air.

He saw several soldiers, eyes wide with surprise. They shouted words in Russian that America neither knew nor cared about, running at him in a large group.

Only one of the soldiers didn't follow, clad in a large back coat that covered the bottom half of his face, a hat covering everything but his faraway eyes.

America didn't seem to notice, laughing a triumphant laugh as he pointed his pistol at the armed soldiers running at him "Last chance, commies! Surrender or die!" even if they didn't understand, his meaning was clear enough.

Soon, they all lay on the ground, blood seeping into the boards of the ship below them, an expression of shock on each one of their bloodstained faces. The lone soldier looked up at America, who kissed his pistol with a wide grin.

America caught the man's eye a few seconds later, still smiling. He would have let this man live if he ran….but such a calm demeanor in the face of death? That was the part about Russians that really ticked America off.

America aimed his gun, allowing the man a few seconds to do something, anything, but with no result. The man just stared at him with an unnerving calmness, unlike anything America had seen before.

Before he was even aware of what he was doing, America pulled the trigger, his eyes shut as the bullet ripped free towards the last Russian soldier on board.

There was the screech of metal on metal, a horrid sound that made America flinch, and then there was no noise at all. Hesitant, America opened his eyes to see what had caused such an annoying noise.

And saw that his bullet had hit a pipe that the soldier held in front of him, badly denting the metal but not piercing it entirely.

"Dude, how did you…" Surprised at the speed of the soldier, America pulled back the hammer and pulled the trigger one more, nothing but a faint click was audible. He was out of bullets.

"Well, that didn't take very long." The soldier finally spoke, his accent thick but understandable. He began to take slow, steady steps toward the bespectacled man several feet away from him.

America paused his search for more bullets "Woah, what? How the heck are you able to speak the world language? Only countries kn-" realization hit America like a train at full speed "Russia! Man, what are you doing here?"

"It's rather cheap, you know. Using yourself to fight humans." The man's eyes were visible, his purple eyes shining brilliantly "So unfair…I felt as if something needed to be done, da?" He reached one gloved hand out, now dangerously close to America "Using your incredible power to hurt the weak…you're nothing but a bully."

America backed away, not nearly fast enough. He felt the hand grab onto his jacket, bunching up the material and pulling on it with a strength that even America could not overcome.

"Woah dude, no!" America tried to keep any fear out of his voice, not willing to betray a bit of it "I'm stronger than you! You shouldn't be…"

"Your country's military is stronger than mine." Russia didn't seem to mind admitting this, it even made him smile a bit "Yet… I am stronger that you. Too bad…you might have won if you didn't resort to such cheap methods of fighting, da?"

America's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, he attempted to bring the butt of the pistol down on the head of the man in front of him, but he was too slow once again. Russia caught his wrist before the gun could even come close to making contact, and he squeezed so hard that the pistol fell from America's hand the moment America lost his grip. "Now, now, America. It's over." he said, his smile widening, America could see the corners of his mouth rise over the collar of his coat "Just give up, da?"

In response, America spat in his face. His tormentor didn't even flinch "The petulance will disappear soon enough…" the larger man murmured, still calm. The hand on America's shirt moved to America's head, his grips soft for a second, as if in loving gesture, before it tightened and slammed America's head on a nearby rail.

The pain was horrid, America thought he felt his heartbeat in his head, the pulse growing stronger and stronger before it became nothing but a dizzying serenade of unconsciousness.

The last thing he heard before passing out was Russia's voice "Making you one of my little ones will prove to be fun…da?"