A lonely and desperate America was in the cold. It wasn't that he ever meant harm to anyone, but he had always been a bit foolish. He loved attention, and ever since he was small he had enjoyed attention. America knew that attention couldn't always be good, but everything was good to America. He had authority over everyone, and everyone listened to him. They didn't always appreciate it, but they would in the future.
He treads through the snowbanks slowly, wrapped in warm clothes that still do not prevent a freezing breeze from chilling the core of his bones. He shivers, but continues on. The winters here are cold, but this is his last chance.
America was never a favorite of most of the others. He was an ally to many, but often leapt into war. Even now he didn't quite understand why they had left him. Sure, he and Britain had never really gotten along perfectly, but they had a history together. It was one of America's favorite stories, one he loved to remind himself of. The fight with Britain for the right to choose how to live his life. He used to live with Britain and live under his laws, but as he grew older he decided he wanted to become his own self. He chose to live under democracy. It was a new idea at the time, but America felt that over the years he had made it into a perfect government. So perfect in fact, that he often shared it with others.
He and Britain were shaky for a bit after that, but they made up later. America, who used to look up to Britain for support soon supported Britain with his military. America often had a laugh about that, though Britain wasn't very happy when he told the tale to guests.
Britain still was his ally, one that he had to admit he respected. Britain was noble and wise in ways America could never understand. He had pride, one different then America did. Often America would be left wondering about Britains' strange traditions, it was almost wonder. He would never admit to this to Britain though.
Britain had been one of the last to abandon America. They had a bond like a pair of siblings who fight a lot; often acting like they hated each other but could never really live without the other. Eventually he was pressured to leave by everyone else, but he didn't like leaving.
America rests on a bank to take a sip of water. It's practically frozen solid, but he's thirsty. It was not a big surprise when Germany left America. He and America were never close, and relations hit rock bottom with World War I and World War II. They never quite recovered, and even though they were part of NATO, they never trusted each other. America saw Germany as a menace during the wars, always hyping up every thing he did. America never really planned to head to war, but Germany brought him to war. America had a habit of, once finding something a threat, staying angry at it for a very long time.
Post World War I, Germany was still angry at America. When World War II broke out twenty-one years later, America and Germany were locked in war again. When America triumphed with the Allies, he enjoyed the feeling of winning once more over Germany. Germany admitted defeat and started new once more, but America never felt like he could trust him. There was something about him that America didn't like. It wasn't a surprise when Germany left him, the first to do so.
He trekked on into the night. It was hard to tell if he was heading in the right direction, everything looked the same in the frozen night. France was someone who America always had some problems with. She was very stuck-up and loved to boast. She often made fun of America for his fondness of cheap food and cheap things in general. She often would boast about how great a cook she was or how lovely she was. America's only thing that he could brag about was his strong military power, and how he was one to not surrender. France was more of a damsel in distress, not exactly one to do well in war. She gave it her best shot, but often had to rely on her allies to help her out. She would always bicker with America, but he was sure that she would come to his defense in an emergency. It was a not as big as a surprise then he thought it was when she left him. Deep down he knew she never quite liked him that much.
There are lights in the distance. America hikes up a hill towards the lights, hopeful after so long. He need an ally now. They all left him, all of them. Many of the ones that he was never that close to, like China, didn't surprise him. War was bound to happen. But as more and more of them left his side and declared war, even his closest allies left him. Australia apologized before leaving him. South Korea and Japan left without a word. Those who were not his allies, like North Korea and Iran, often were there when his allies left. They watched with smug expressions, ones that made America angry.
Soon almost everyone he knew was against him. He fought off the armies of his former allies and current enemies for awhile, but he couldn't hold it for much longer. There were too many of them. It was surprising he could even hold off the combined force of everyone at once, though he knew he had his love of stockpiling weapons to thank for that. He had always loved to collect and create more weapons out of wartime. In peacetime he'd often be told off for developing new weapons. Now he was reduced to using all he had against the combined forces, and he knew he couldn't hold them off for much longer.
Which is why he was here, in the cold. It was a tough decision, due to his usual dislike of Russia, but one he knew he would have to make. Russia was the last one left. She was someone who, despite seeming to hate America, refused to declare war on him. She had holed herself in her house in the blizzard country, and no one had visited her because of this. If America could get her on his side... Well, they wouldn't be much better off. But he knew what Russia was capable of. And even then, they could just hide in her house if they war started failing too badly. Perhaps everyone would forget about him when they were claiming spoils of war. There was a chance.
He reached the door at last. He rapped his hand against the door a few times, and waited for a response. Russia opened the door, looking rather amused. She invited America in and grabbed him a drink of vodka, saying that 'he probably need it'. Russia and America always had trouble getting along, heading back to when she was the Soviet Union. They were allies during World War I. After the war, they began to fear each others growing power. They never really went to war, but relations hit bottom. Soviet Russia began building weapons as strong as Americas' weapons. They raced each other in fear to see who could own the most weapons. It only ended when Soviet Russia reformed herself into Russia.
Russia laughs at America when he admits he is losing. Russia has always scorned America for being too proud, and now she laughed at how he had been reduced to someone who would admit defeat.
She tells him, "You should not give into defeat so easily. It is not your first mistake, but it will be your last. I always knew to never give up, to never retreat. You should know this too. Our defeat will be glorious, for we shall never admit it."
He says, surprised, "By 'we', do you mean you will help us? And what about glorious defeat? I do not want to lose! To lose by such a great margin will bring shame on me. Everyone will remember me as a great loser."
She states, "If you lose you will not be remembered as a great loser, but rather a dead loser."
He says, "I do not want to be a dead loser! I want to be an alive winner!"
She says, "I can't guarantee anything more then my doubt about us winning. There are many powerful enemies, ones we will not have much of a chance against. I can only hope we can leave a mark."
She extends her hand to him at that, with her promise of leaving something the world will remember. America realizes, with a smile, that he can do that. He and Russia were not going to win anytime soon, but they both can show the world something it has never seen before. They can shake the world with their alliance.
He shakes her hand at that, and they both laugh at the ridiculousness of their alliance. The idea of them doing anything together after so long is crazy. But that's just what their alliance is. A person as cold as the land she lives in and the cocky person who annoys just about everyone. What a crazy alliance it is indeed.