The white flag flew sheepishly from the last fortress. The war was over; it was the greatest loss in the history of the world. America, in his bomber jacket, had seen better days when he emerged to admit defeat.
He walked across the bloody battlefield, the blood of his own armies. The enemy army formed a tightly knit circle around him. He slowly raised his hands in surrender, as his enemy emerged from the circle. America wanted to spit on him, the way he wore that smug little grin.
The man stopped a few feet from him, bent down a little and proudly declared to him.
"Velcome America, you are the last to have finally joined us. Velcome to Russia."
We weren't allowed to speak our countries' names anymore. Russia came into my home and made a base in the mid-west, around Kansas, and saying that he wanted to be surrounded by sunflowers, he made me plant them.
My older brother was weak, he didn't help me fight Russia, he just surrendered. But he was right in a way, I was just trying to be a hero again. I had held Russia off for a while but I couldn't forever and he knew that.
All of the countries in the world fell one by one when Russia started attacking, starting with Chi—I mean Wong Yao and last me. This surprised me a little, I would have thought that Russia would claim Toris (Liet) first.
I'm trying to avoid Arthur for now, avoiding eye contact if I do see him or have to talk to him. He understands that I feel that he betrayed me.
"ALVRED!" I heard my name shouted by my new "leader". "Yes Mr. Braginsky?" I replied, sliding into the room that contained the source of the shout.
Ivan treats us like a mix between servants and almost equals. Kiku and I have been talking about our… situation for quite some time now. We have been enemies before but right now he is the only one I can have intelligent conversation with.
When we are all in our rooms, some of the ruffians among us talk of revolution. I agree, we need to rebel, but it is impossible right now. Haven't these idiots thought of the consequences?
This whole situation has given me much stress. I hate this, this feeling of something being wrong and there is no way for me to correct it. I have felt this before, most so when little Alfred told me… that he no longer needed me, that he could be… free.
Who knew that getting everyone to become one with me could be so hard? But I succeeded in the end so it all worked out well!
I made a grab for the neck of the nearest vodka bottle to where I was laying on the plush sofa, which Belarus had brought into my room the day before.
I succeeded in the task of getting some vodka in my system and drifted off into a drunken sleep. Not a good idea. I woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat, having to reassure myself that it was just an alcohol-induced nightmare.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi this is my second fanfic, and I might actually continue this one! Anyways I really want some constructive criticism about my writing. So anyway this is about WWIII, if Russia went through with his "we will all become one with Russia" dream. So the first section is in third person and the others are first person of America, UK, and Russia in that order. It is now really REALLY late so I'm gonna go to bed, bye!!