Don't Even Try. You Know You can't Win.

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America gazed at the computers, data whizzing by. The computer told him that the world was turning against him. They were apparently mad with all the wars he caused and all the problems. Everyone, even Britain, wanted him dead. He would leave the weaker ones alone for now. There was one nation that he knew he had to subjugate. Not become allies with. No he had to force this one to his knees, otherwise who knew when this person would betray him. America grabbed his bombers jacket and left.

Russia sat by the fire, enjoying the crackling flames and heat. He heard a loud knock and got up to answer it. The door opened.

"Get your hands up, Russia." A growled voice as cold as ice. "Do not try anything. You'll be sorry if you do."

Russia felt a gun press against his chest and he folded his hands behind his head. America.

America pushed his captive to the wall, shutting the door behind him. "Press against the wall right now. I want you so you can't move."

Russia obeyed and pushed up against the wall, eyes slightly wide with fear. They widened more when he saw America's eyes. They were no longer sky blue. They were now this cold icy blue, full of hate and void of kindness. "A-America? What are you doing?" His voiced wavered and he silently cursed himself for showing such weakness.

"I said no moving."

Russia froze.

"They're coming. They all want me to die." America looked at Russia. "You want me to die." He snickered slightly. "You will help me or I will destroy your country."

Russia's eyes widened again. He knew the pain of being slowly destroyed. Surely America would know how to do that. He had to find out. "What can you do?" He scoffed, feigning boldness.

America brought the gun up to Russia's neck and pressed. He laughed when he felt the nation's ragged breathing. "Well, first, I'll undermine your economy by banning all exports from my country to yours. Then," he chuckled, "I'll wait for your economy to weaken and then I'll unleash a devastating virus into your country and wait for the population to dwindle and fall. Then, I'll bomb the shit out of you for the final takedown." He let out a laugh. This laugh was not the normal laugh. Not the happy care free laugh that he used to unleash. This one was a laugh of icy, sadistic joy.

It took all of Russia's effort to not shiver. "America please." He almost whispered. "We can talk about this. I'm sure you're overreacting. The other nations don't want to kill you." He had to rasp it out, the gun was pressing so hard. And the pressure increased. He had to try really hard to not gasp in and out.

"You're wrong about that." He snarled. "If you have forgotten, I have a friend who is an alien. With his technology, which I wish to remain a secret, I was able to hack into every single military base on the planet and access the plans for national security. I got a list that says all the nations who want me dead. That's everyone. I am merely eliminating the strongest one."

"If I surrender myself to you," Russia whispered, "will my people be safe?"

America slowly nodded. "As long as you accept me as your master. I can do what I please with you and help me wipe out the others and destroy the nations who oppose me."

"Da. I agree." Russia whispered. "I am yours until you have succeeded."

"By that time, you may be able to help me rule my new kingdom."

Russia nodded and for once smiled. "Da, Master."

Finland locked the door to his house nervously. He had an uneasy feeling that something was coming. "Hanatamago!" He called out to the little white dog who came running. "I feel like Russia is coming." He whispered to the little cloudlike dog. "I hope Sweden is okay."

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Sweden kept his door locked and bolted. Britain issued a warning because he saw signs of American relations in Russia. Sweden sighed and tried to relax in his room. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Cautious, he approached the barrier between him and whoever was on the other side. Then he heard gun shots. Before the poor Swede could react, Russia crashed through the door. Sweden had almost no time to reach for his revolver.

"Sweden!" Russia happily, creepily sang. "This will be fun, da?" He brandished his familiar lead pipe and his smile fell. "I hope you like the color red," he spat, "because soon your walls will be dripping that color."

Before Sweden could, again, do anything, Russia raised his pipe quickly and swung it down. The pipe almost hit Sweden on the head but the Swede had a long sword and used it to block the oncoming weapon. The sword parried and cut Russia on the cheek.

Russia didn't even flinch and even chuckled as blood ran down his face. "You'll have to do much better than that." He whispered. Kolkolkol.

! Britain's house looked like a machine factory. He had TVs and high tech computers that was his window to the world. I don't think it was such a good idea to declare war on America. I'll probably lose too. He saw, in America, that America had plans on coming to Britain. He decided to write a letter to France.

Dear France,

I know that we didn't always get along but I am trusting what I have to you. I know it's quite sudden but I have a feeling that America's coming. When he does, he will kill me. If not, probably capture me to keep me as a pet. I've already sent out urgent messages to the other countries, ordering maximum security. But still. I would like you to warn them, just in case.

Sincerely: Britain

As soon as he wrote that, the door was blown off its hinges. A cold harsh laugh echoed through the house. America had come at last.

************************************************** ****************************There it is guys. I don't know whether to write more on this story but if you guys write reviews, I can see whether or not its worth is to continue the story. So review if you're hungry for more. Bye. Once again, I am FlamboyantLollipop. Hello !