I was feeling a teeny bit depressed on Friday and this came into my head because of it...wierd huh? Anyway I mentioned the ideas to my friend or at least what I had and she began shaking me go "YOU MUST WRITE THIS!"

"eh?"

"The Awesumness must be written"

so here we are



France walked out onto the port at Dover, he looked Worn and tired. It would be over soon right? Only the British Isles to go... that small, little island nation. His expression was black and controlled, he hated what he was doing, but he was under orders to capture Britain and he was compelled to obey. He motioned the troops to move forward.

France…

Like most of the World, he was part of the Russo Empire, they had all fought against the mad man as he swung his blood stained pipe, but one by one they had been pulled to the cold unforgiving snow and beaten if they offered resistance. Their Governments replaced with Russian Generals. They all lived in Russia house now, all sharing silent pain, all too terrified to raise objection.

It was a few of the smaller younger nations first, simply slipping away. Then they lost contact with China and three days later they were flying the Russian flag. Asia became to fall under his iron grip. Japan fought all he could and America, being the hero as always, joined the Samurai, gun in hand. No one really knows what happened. But it was truly heartbreaking when Russia came on TV, a quiver boy at his feet barely recognisable as the United States. Canada charged in outraged at what had happened to his brother but found he soon followed him. Clever little Russia took down his greatest threats first then turned to his sights on the world. It was all like a bad dream. But it was amazing to see the spirit is ruffled up form resistance, Switzerland and Liechtenstein broke their neutrality and declared themselves against Russia, France himself was one of the first on the battlefield defending his honour and his people, the Italies surprised a lot of people when they turned up on the battlefield fully armed and a look of willpower in their eyes. Not a white flag in sight. But even with Europe banded together, Russia exploited the weakness that they still fought like it was only their country, they were still very vulnerable. When Europe fell it was deemed that all would fall. All was lost. Russia kept calling meetings to try and persuade the other nations to join his cause. Although most knew it as a display of power for every time he did there were new countries sitting by the madman. Eventually only one nation sat on the other side of the table, shivering from anger, holding himself back with all his might. Russia stared at him with longing in his eyes; he wanted the nation and offered the same thing again. He rose violently. He looked at the other nations, each one defeated and ashamed. He walked to the door humming under his breath.

England was the only nation left. England was terrified.

"You will become one with Russia…it is only a matter of time" Russia added at the silent nation.

England had other ideas. Isolation.

He disappeared within his shores. The ships returned. The channel tunnel closed. Planes were grounded. Systems were shut down, connections with the world cut, internet, television, radio, everything was gone as quick as the snap of the fingers. Ireland, Scotland and Wales all followed the green eyed nations understanding in his reasons, and they would stand together as a family. Slowly one at a time they too shut down their countries borders. And like a fog, The United Kingdom fell off the radar. However…it was seen as trivial and they were left while Russia went to crush any rebellion with the countries already under his control. After all it was only one tiny cluster of nations. Nothing more.

That was 2 years ago and now France was stood to finish his boss' deed.

However…something was amiss. The streets were deserted. Suggesting caution, they were to head for London, Britain would never leave his queen…not for anyone. The Russo-French Soldiers began to whisper, they were jumping at thin air and their nation didn't blame them, something was terribly wrong. He stopped and kneeling down on the ground plucked a tattered paper caught under a cart, he smoothed it over and his eyes widened.

The United Kingdom is to become isolated from the World:

Await instruction…

It was a newspaper; a single sheet, a single title, no article, no price, no picture. It was from 2 years previous. Like time had stood still. How on earth could a nation's population just disappear?

"Angleterre…what did you do?" he hissed, his voice raspy, rubbing his throat he felt a smile rest unnaturally on his lip, he had not spoken a French word in so long, it felt nice to say it, yet so foreign. Only the free nations could still be referred to by names in their old tongue. Once under Russia you were automatically Russian. He knew soon his Angleterre would answer to the name Англия. He shuddered.

The army travelled forward on foot. The fear began to build more and more as they moved along the roads and rails. No transport worked, no electricity flowed. A ghost town, but in terms of a country, like something straight out of a survival horror. The men began to complain in their mixed tongue again bringing a shiver to the nation, he could feel Russia under his skin as they spoke, he didn't like it but he made no action against it. After all he had been broken. His mind could not process the thoughts needed to detest the Russian. They rested every night although not much sleep was had. The soldiers felt themselves losing their minds, they believed they could see shapes running around, watching them, and monitoring them.

They began to suspect ghosts. Then they were scolded for thinking such things. However the shadows did appear to be moving, but only under cover of night. It was just wild dogs…animals left to return to their roots.

They reached London but when they found the streets were empty, they began to pray they would find anyone at all. France began to contemplate the possibilities, but none made sense. They had to be alive or they would see bodies, the smell would linger about the place and the animals would have entered the towns, they would see something, some form of evidence, but they saw nothing but ageing concrete and enigmatic circumstances.

"Search the streets!" France yelled, "If the English are not here then they make no resistance against The Great Empire"

Hearing his hollow footsteps, he felt memories forming behind his blank eyes, the suppression soon forced them down, he had been taught he had no need for them, the past before the Empire was unimportant, undesirable.

He stopped suddenly, looking ahead. Then he ran. He had seen someone head for the river. Had they found an Englishman? If so he must not be allowed to escape.

Sliding his rifle off his back as he quickened his pace he took off the safety and prepared to engage the enemy.

The figure ran to Tower Bridge. The structure tall and splendid acted as his cage. The bridge was raised so it cut off their escape.

"Silly man…surely after two years you should know if your bridge is open or closed" France chuckled, raising his gun. The figure before him had his back to him. A deep green cape draped over his shoulders, his hair was to his shoulder and wild "Now turn around…let me see what you look like"

The man turned slowly, drawing out each moment. France felt his patience wearing out.

"After 2 years, you finally try to invade; I am disappointed you thought so little of me as a threat. You think you can take this land?" The man spoke causing France to stare wide eyed in amazement.

The man was wearing the uniform of the British Army, eyes of emerald's and hair the colour of straw. His smile was sweet yet determined

"It's good to see you, Франция" The man laughed "Mind if I call you France?"

"Франция is fine…that is my name….England"

England let out a laugh; he could see the confusion on his face. He had become wilder over the24 months, his hair was long and unkempt, his eyes flashed with excitement at the prospect of a fight, his body was more toned, and he was stronger. He could understand why at first he was unrecognised, even his signature eyebrows looked less odd on his face. Chuckling to himself, he produced his own gun from beneath his cloak

"No, no, it doesn't suit you….I prefer France…much nicer sound when I say this" He expression dropped as he pumped the barrel of the gun

"Get the fuck out my country, you fucking French frog!"

"I am afraid I can't do that…" France replied, he smiled hearing the insult, he had not been called a frog in so long, but his army was closing in

"Is that the uniform of the Russo Empire?" England asked a little curious looking France up and down. The uniform was black, consisting of shirt, trousers, boots and a long coat. France's hair was tied back so that not a single hair fell in front of his face, a black hat upon his head. The Russian flag rested on his shoulder. England couldn't help but notice the pain etched on the nation's face.

"I am afraid you are quite outnumbered" France cut the silence "I don't know how you did it… But you truly are alone now"

"Oh? Is that so?" England smiled and trailed his hand in his now long hair with knowing and confidence "I think you miscount…"

France was confused until his men made a noise and pointed around the bridge. He looked up.

Around the bridge, above them, in front of them and behind them, in the once empty streets they took to get there, he could see their eyes. Anger filled eyes all staring at him. He felt like he was lost in the woods and the wolves had come to play. They had found the missing population of Great Britain and it became apparent they were surrounded. England shouldered his rifle and smiled.

"Did you enjoy our game of hide and seek?" The face was cheerful. Then once again, it dropped to a dark expression. In his current appearance, it was animalistic.

"We are the people of England! We are the people of Britain!" This was met by cheers and the sound of weaponry loading, preparing themselves

France couldn't help but admit, the inhabitants of the island looked like wild beasts, hunters who had cornered their prey, and he felt a twinge of fear in his soul. The isolation…these people…these people had been waiting for someone to invade. An act that had seemed cowardly and a last resort was actually a cleverly devised plan of patience. They had fallen right in the UK's hands. England aimed his gun at France ready for anything as he shouted

"And Britons never, never, NEVER!" England growled "will be slaves!"


So this is the first chapter - In the next chapter France and England will fight. Also be warned now, England has gone a little piratey in those two years of Isolation so expect him to laugh at death a few times.

Please review and let me know who you want England to fight- only you can't pick France, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Northern Ireland or Sealand- I already have plans for these people