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This is an A.U story set in a dark future where Canada goes mad and takes over the world.

In short, I'm just going to have a lot of fun writing this story. As always, nothing here is meant to relate to actual events.

I might as well tell you straight up. Things that will appear in this story: Minor human interaction, fanon!Scotland used, Hints of 2P!Characters (minor and much later on), RusAme, Australia/Belarus and RedVelvetPancakes. All in all, pairings don't hold as much weight as plot does in this story. Human names are often used to signify close relations.

- Chapter titles are all references to Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence. Profuse amount of swearing.

Enjoy :)

Prologue

1. Universes are not supposed to touch or interact with each other.

2. Reality should not be twisted or played with.

3. Time should not be changed.

These are the laws that were broken. By who and how? No one knows.

An explosion. That's all they had felt, heard, and saw. 'The Disaster'. It came from the center of the meeting room.

From that tiny point, from that one climatic boom, logic was tossed out of the window. Some nations saw other versions of themselves, polar and different. But, those too were soon gone. Reality felt twisted, stretched and corrupted; They had felt it with their bodies.

When the world seemingly settled again, everything had been drastically changed. Histories had been altered. The nations each had two sets of memories. One set was with a history that they knew to be true, the other set shouldn't be but it matched the strange world around them.

The wrong people died. Historical victories waxed and waned. Borders were redrawn. New technologies existed, some didn't make it. The world wasn't in chaos and felt the same yet...it was so very different.

One personification went mad. Or perhaps, this released his darker side. Maybe, this nation had always yearned global domination and long been consumed by an obsession over power. Who really knows?

Maybe it was something else?

Still, it sure as hell wasn't the same world anymore.

Welcome to the Post-Apocalypse.

Chapter 1

A woman's figure hunched over a desk and talked into a futuristic recording device. Her hand held no script. Her voice steeped in a tone of desperation . There were lines underneath her eyes like she had never experienced a single good dream. Almost as if, she had seen the worst of hell, and perhaps she had. She stopped her recording, breathed and tried again.

I hear a lot of talk in the neutral zones about being "Anti-Nation". I hear things like "it's all their fault!" and "they should've been able to stop this from happening!"

Let me make some things clear. No one could have prepared for this. We could not have known. Normally, we do not expect each other for murder, and when we do there's some social-political signs that tell us so. Not this time. We're personifications, not psychics.

We still have no idea why he thirsted for blood. We only learned what his end goal was when it was already too late.

It is not our fault.

Many of us are already dead, if that makes you feel better. Some of us have even been erased, and you will have no memory of them. An entire history of people wiped out forever, and you do not even know it.

We know...that the cause of the whole war was at the hands of one of our own. We know...that we were the only ones capable of stopping him before he could get to those bombs. We know...that we could have warned you all at the expense of revealing our identities-a petty price to pay. We know.

But listen to what I am about to tell you. This is something you should know.

There is hope! Sort of…We-a few I admit-are fighting to return the world to a better time, or at least a time before the wars. I, myself, am a nation still willing to oppose him and ready to stand guard with others who believe in our goal.

We only ask for your help.

That's a big request, especially coming from someone you might not want to to trust yet. It is obvious this a death wish, but let me ask you, isn't everything in this life a death wish? Do you really want to submit to the Empire? Are willing to be part of world powered by selfishness, as people turn against each other to get to the next luxury level in his hierarchy? In that world, only the liars, the cheaters and the traitors win. The Empire's authoritarian rule must end.

I see change and hope. If you knew who I was, that's a pretty big deal. I'm a horrible pessimist and I've long given up on chasing the impossible. I am cold and to some, I may even been heartless. Yet, I still see change and hope in the future. So please…Press the button. Join us. We await you.

Click.

She finished the recording and sighed. Scotland glanced over to her from the far side of the cabin, as she carefully pressed a few buttons on the machine. He took in a long drag from his cigarette. A large cloud of smoke lingered in the air. The man had remained silent for long enough.

" 'ey are ya done lass?"

The woman stiffened at the sound of the new voice in the room, Once she saw that it was only Scotland, she relaxed and gave him a small nod. She folded up her notes and the hologram recording device to place them back into her bag. A peek at her watch told her she had been here for a little over an hour. Damn those many takes.

She adjusted her bag strap over her shoulder and stood up to face Scotland, " I trust then, I am needed somewhere?"

"Aye, Australia's organizing the next raid and wants ya to take part. Can't say it's going to be an easy one. What have ya been doing in here anyways?"

"Recruitment Ads. Copies of this are going to placed in every neutral shelter I can get it in. Hopefully it'll convince someone to get some guts and join us. Perhaps it will get some of the nations to come out of hiding."

"Ha! Quite an optimistic view ya got there," he said. Scotland dropped his finished cigarette, crushed it under his heel. Then, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked away. "They abandoned their nation status for a reason, lass. Don't go holding ya breath when they don't come a running."

Sadly enough, she knew this was true. The suffering of the first of those that refused was enough of warning to stay away. It scared off many nations to go into hiding among the humans, even before the empire's declaration. Who could blame them though, when even her own great big brother fell.

The continents South America and Africa, were completely cut off from the world. The nations collected over there reacted surprisingly quick. They created and maintained massive border blocks, impenetrable to man and even bugs. The only news they would get from those places were rumors whispered around and made up utopian fantasies.

North and Central America were the first of his conquests, Western Europe and the Middle East soon after.

No one spoke of the Nordics. Shelling has yet to stop raining there.

East Asia though was still reported to be holding strong-even after China's death. But, there was no reaching them. Australia and India already tried.

And then there was them. The outcasts: Belarus, Australia, India and Scotland.

Each of them had suffered a saving yet torturous punishment: Exile from their own lands. Their governments cut their ties. Whether they did it out of mercy or spite, none of them would ever know. They became boundless nations, representations of nothing, slow to age but easy enough to kill. In fact, in this sense, they were exactly like the nations who had abandoned their statuses. Their names were only for keepsake.

Eventually, each of the exiled nations all wound up here, for one reason or another. Welcome to the System of Liberated States, home to many refugees and the rebels willing to protect them. Little connected pockets of uncontrolled European territory made up a majority of the system. Most of the land was a wrecked wasteland, but with a strong trading system and a few raids of empire cities, the people here survived. The outcast nations took it upon themselves to help the people here and fight for the rebel's cause.

Further south, near old France, Italy and Spain, there stood a few former nuclear bomb shelter domes. The people around there called themselves the "Neutral Shelters" . The shelters kept to themselves and reported small populations, enough for the Empire to ignore. Everyone else knew better. For now, they remained adamantly 'neutral' to protect themselves from the Empire's attention. It was a long battle to convince them out of their apathy. The woman believed it was still inevitable.

And to think it was only year 2055.

"Well, I want to be persistent," she said with a small shrug as she went over to the side to flick off the light..

"Aye, persistent ya were, persistent ya still are."

She flipped her long pale hair dismissively and pushed open the door of the shed. Cold thin air rushed at her while she stared out into the wasteland before her. Charred trees stood in the shadows of what was once a great open park. The bombs had not been merciful with civilian areas. They targeted these areas almost half the time. Thick grey clouds muted the sun, depressing the mood of the land. She took in another deep breathe then proceeded to walk towards the strategic meeting tent.

Inside, someone splayed a map across a long wooden table. A roughed up brunet scrutinized it. Two guards were posted on either side of the tent's opening.

By reflex they crossed their large guns to prevent her from entering until they realized who she was and let her by. Australia's careful placement of a few plastic markers kept him preoccupied. He gave a few nods to the scouter who gave him a survey of the area. A frown on his face deepened as he placed a couple more markers on the map, still listening. The young woman sneaked up behind him and leaned her chin on his shoulder.

"Oh, that is going to be hard."

Australia reacted fast and went to grab his dagger from his side. But she was faster. She knocked the blade from his fingers, captured his wrists and locked his arms behind his back. He was ready to knock his head against the attacker until his eyes met hers.

"You're one dangerous viper, you know that?" he said, as he froze mid-movement.

She laughed quietly as she let him go, "I know, that's why you let me stay."

"Among many things," he added while he rubbed at his wrists. "A dagger would've been on your neck had you not been fast enough."

"And a knife on yours if you managed to get that far." She replied. The woman crouched down and handed his weapon back to him with a smug grin. Their eyes faced off each other, challenge glinting in their eyes.

Australia returned the grin with a laugh and spoke, "Reminds you of back then doesn't it. Ha, but enough reminiscin' and playin' around." He turned back to his map. "We've got to replenish our supplies and that fertile land isn't goin' to get out of the Empire's control any time soon. Are you up for the task?"

The silver haired girl crossed her arms over her chest. Her dark blue eyes glinted a spark of inspiration in her, full of danger, determination and cunning. Her face was set in a dead serious expression. She had abandoned her frilly dresses a long time ago. Though still preferring the darker colours and a little fashionable tweak to them, she now wore much more practical attire. Only her white bow had remained the same. And that was for sentimental reasons.

What hasn't changed at all was the girl's icy relentless nature. When Belarus took matters seriously, you would be in high waters to stop her. Her smile gave no promise for mercy.

"When, where and how many weapons do I need to bring?"

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