I walked aimlessly though the streets of downtown Montreal. I loved this city, my second biggest, my biggest port, one of my oldest, and at the moment my most crowded.

Over the past twenty years, the population of the greater area shot from four to twenty million. It took some getting used to, having your population quadruped in twenty years. Not just in this province, but my whole country. After two centuries of slowly having a higher and higher population, the shock of one hundred and seven million people moving into a country of thirty-five million in twenty years was painful to adjust to.

"Hello Matthew, how are you doing today?" A girl asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up to see Lilli smiling at me. I smile back, after all who couldn't to her? She used to live with her brother but moved here after the war, she had no one and nothing left in Europe after all, her brother was dead and her people had moved here.

"I'm doing fine Lilli." I replied. I knew she must have been looking for me; she does that every day, just as I walk this path every day, and think the same thoughts every day. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it, on the contrary I have grown used to this repetition. Every day of doing this from twenty years made me not only used to it, but it felt strange to not do it.

So, I did what I always do next. I gave her a quick kiss and then took her hand. We then start to walk the street, looking like a couple to the mortals. Over the twenty years she had lived with me, we were the only constant in each other's life.

Papa France had changed into a highly authoritarian police state. He already was a police state, but the change was still too much to keep contact with him.

England had vanished, like so many others, smaller nations taking his place, warring each other to try and become the New England.

The rest of Europe was much the same, either they had died or had changed far too much.

I tried not to think of what happened in Asia, the wars that are going on right now.

Australia and New Zealand where to busy to talk, trying to keep themselves afloat.

America had become isolated after taking over everything down the Panama Canal.

Cuba had done the same, blocking out the rest of the world.

Most of my African Ex-Colony friends where suffering from famine, drought or flooding, usually two of those.

I'd never been close to the South American countries, and the war between Brazil and his neighbours wasn't something I want to get involved in.

In these twenty years Lilli had been the only one always there. She hadn't changed still sweet and gentle, kind and loving.

Somewhere along the line we fell in love, we where an island of joy and peace in a world torn by war and sorrow.

We stopped at a small Italian restaurant. Even though the Italian Twins where gone, a small part of they and many others still lived in my major cities.

We eat at one of these restaurants every day. Today it was Italian; tomorrow we'll go to a French one, then a German one, and so one. We had no real need to do this, but it was all in an attempt to remember them, who they where and that they had at one time existed.

When where done I check my watch, 2 PM. We start to walk again.

After an hour of walking we reach a three story building and enter it.

"Mommy, Daddy." A little four year old girl yells with joy the moment we enter. She hugs Lilli's legs before I pick her up. The girl has Lilli's eyes, and my hair.

She is our daughter, her name is hope.

It is to protect her, and our son Lilli's carrying, that I am building an army that will rival any the world has known, and not even America could defeat me when it is done. I will bring order to Europe and Asia, nay, the whole world, and no one can stop me.

End.

Author's note: This came to me randomly when I was reading some post-WW3 Hetalia Fix that I decided to write it down, even though it was at 11PM.