EDIT PLEASE READ: First and foremost, this fanfiction has no intention of offending anybody in any way shape or form. I do realize that World War Three would never happen and it most DEFINITELY would not happen over the reformation of the Soviet Union. I have no racial qualms with Russians, Belarusians or Ukrainians and have no intentions of presenting them in a bad light. This is a piece of fiction made purely for entertainment and before you start reading I would like to say that I have no intentions of villanizing Russia. As much as it may seem that I am in the first chapters I intend to do the opposite and reverse the effects of fans painting Russia as an evil psychopath with no emotions and one that will gladly slaughter without thought. I would also like to point out that countries are at the mercy of their bosses and their people and I believe their thoughts and actions can be influenced by the two. Either as a separate force or a single force. In this fanfiction I warn you that you WILL see the dark sides of many countries, including America and the Italy brothers, and I am using this fic partially to help myself understand the characters more and partially to build a base for a series of fanfictions to follow that are much more light hearted than this. I will say that there will be dark themes (Obviously), mentions of past historical events that may possibly offend people and triggers that will be mentioned at the start of each chapter. And for the sake of all that is yaoi, if you're going to criticize this fic or flame it please DON'T BE ANONYMOUS. I like to talk to people in order to figure out what I'm doing wrong. It's not like I'm going to PM you and throw a bitch fit over you not liking the story. Sheesh. Anyways, I would just like to notify you of what this story contains and if you would like proof that I have no intentions of villanizing Russia I would gladly reveal the plotline. So, without further ado, I invite you to read this story.
Usually when a country declares war on another, those two duke it out on their own and the world stays out of it unless otherwise dragged in by their allies or provoked by one of the others.
However, when Russia, Ukraine and Belarus declare war on anybody who opposes their expansion the whole world freaks out and a meeting is called. Without those three nations of course.
The Allies and the Axis had arrived in New York the day before, talking together in their usual meetings aside from the world meetings.
And now Germany stood next to the United Nations building with a very sleepy Italian, waiting for the others to show up. Japan had already arrived and was silently standing next to him, waiting for the Allies to come. All three of them had their luggage in tow, as they were going to be heading to Washington, D.C. later on after all of the other nations. America was hosting this meeting simply because he was the most prepared. Glancing at his watch, Germany growled in irritation.
Leave it to them to be late. Germany thought in slight aggravation. Since they were only going to the airport they were forced to dress casually, which Germany had a hard time with, settling on a dark blue polo shirt and a pair of slacks, though he still stuck with his combat boots. He would not take those off. Japan had worn a yellow polo and slacks as well and Italy… Well he had walked out of the hotel with his shirt inside out and a pair of jeans, which wasn't exactly surprising considering how early it was when Germany woke him up. The Italian man was sitting on the ground, head leaning against the wall, somehow managing to take a nap with all of the noise. There were suddenly running footsteps and America pushed through the throng of bustling people on the sidewalks, reaching them with his signature grin plastered on his face and towing along and aggravated Brit and pissed of Frenchman.
"Hey guys! Sorry we're late, Arthur and Francis got into another fight and it was too funny to stop!" America chuckled easily reverting to their human names.
"Konichiwa Alfred-kun, Arthur-kun, Francis-kun." Japan greeted his friends bowing slightly.
"Man, I told you, no need to be so formal!" America boomed casually throwing an arm around Japan's shoulder. Japan flinched and gently pushed America's arm off, giving him a slightly apologetic look. America just grinned even wider and waved him off as if saying 'No problem'.
"A-Alfred! I-I f-found you!" A small voice called weakly. It could barely be heard over the hustle and bustle of the New York City streets but it was there nonetheless. America turned in the direction of the voice to see his brother, clutching Kumajirou for dear life and running to join him and the others.
"Oh hey Matthew! I was wondering where you went!" America called to his brother waving him over. Matthew heaved a sigh and walked over to the group tiredly.
"Y-you left me at McDonald's. I had to take a cab here." Canada sighed dejectedly. Alfred gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck, looking over at his brother apologetically, a small smile visible in his blue eyes.
"Err, sorry about that bro. We were kinda in a rush and just ran out…" America chuckled lightly. Canada sighed, a sound mixed with annoyance and amusement but sat down next to Italy anyways.
"AIYAAAAA!" They heard. Italy jumped up and was getting ready to run but was stopped by Germany grabbing him by the back of the shirt and forcing him to keep standing. A very angry looking China charged at them from the sidewalk, stopping right in front of them. His face was flushed bright red and the small Asian man looked like he had run a marathon and he jabbed an accusing finger at America.
"I had to run here because your taxis wouldn't stop! America, why can't you have more efficient transportation aru?" The Chinese man ranted angrily. America laughed but stopped as China pulled out his wok, giving him a dangerous glare and America raised his hands.
"Whoa dude, it's not my fault you don't know how to hail a cab in NYC! Besides, you could've just taken the subway!" America pointed out. China gave him a sour look before returning his wok back to its place on his back and crossing his arms.
"Next time you show me how to hail cab aru." China huffed in exasperation. America flashed his million watt smile and gave him two thumbs up before motioning for Italy and Canada to get up.
"Speaking of the subways, we've gotta get going. The A-Line comes in about fifteen minutes at the nearest stop, so we kinda need to hurry." America told them turning on his heel. Italy clung to Germany in the throng of people as they wove through the crowd and to the nearest subway stop. As they descended the stairs the first thing that the other countries noticed was the smell. The overpowering smell of urine hit them like a tank and Italy gagged profusely at the smell. It took all they had not to follow his example and America gave them an apologetic look over his shoulder as he swiped his card to let them all through.
"Sorry about that. The subways are a bit rough, what with so many people coming and going all the time." He explained bashfully. They made their way to their platform and just as they reached it the train pulled up and the doors opened. They joined the crowd of people that flowed onto the train, many of them carrying suitcases and luggage.
"Ve~ Why are there so many suitcases Alfred? Where are they all going?" Italy asked eyeing the passengers curiously.
"This next stop is the closest stop to the airport, where everybody is flying in. So naturally, people would be flying out to. The subways are convenient like that." America shrugged seemingly pulling a burger out of thin air and taking a bite out of it. They stayed on the subway for a few stops, people coming and going in a constant flow of bustling people bodies. The buzz of the subway station was comparative to a beehive, even when nobody spoke a constant hum of outside voices and electricity was always present in the air. They followed the rush of people off of the train and back up into the polluted New York air. Nevertheless they were grateful to be rid of the humid, heated air of the subways and France inhaled the air gratefully.
"Mon Dieu! Zhat place was horrible Alfred!" France sighed in disgust casting a glare to the hole that they ascended out of. America shrugged and grinned, taking another bite of his burger.
"Eh, it's New York dude! Anyways, it's nowhere near as bad as in London. God-" He received a smack from a very angry Englishman who jabbed a finger in his face and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, earning a few stares from the people around them.
"Don't you dare insult London you bloody wanker or I swear to God I will make sure that you never see the light of day again." England growled. America raised his hands in an 'I'm innocent' gesture and gazed at England with wide eyes.
"Okay, okay, sorry dude. Calm down. Seriously. And uh, Roderich, Elizabeta, Gilbert, Basch and Lilli are going to be here soon, they're probably going through customs right now." America grinned looking at the watch on his right wrist.
"How are they all coming in on the same plane?" Japan asked speeding up to walk next to Alfred. Alfred looked down at him and grinned.
"Since Austria and Hungary live together, Prussia was visiting and the flight had a layover in Switzerland it was a lot more convenient than you think. I did book it all for them." America chortled leading them into the airport. They walked into the arrivals section and Alfred leaned against a wall close to the baggage claim, unwrapping another burger and shoving into his mouth while the others found themselves sitting on a few benches beside the American.
"Tell me Alfred, who is flying in aru?" China asked, toying with the edge of his red polo. America looked down at the man and swallowed before starting to tick off the list of countries.
"Well…Roderich, Elizabeta, Gilbert, Heracles, Matthias, Berwald, Tino,Emil, Lukas, Feliks, Torys, Basch, Lilli, Eduard, Raivis, Sadik, Lovino, Antonio, Im Yong Soo, Kasem, Lien and Kyle I think are the only ones coming. The others were too preoccupied with their jobs." America said counting the list of countries off on his fingers. As if on cue there was an exclamation of pain and from the escalator came an annoyed Austrian, a pained Prussian and an angry Hungarian. Germany immediately stood up to save his brother from the wrath of Hungary's frying pan as the three walked over to join them. Hungary was now dragging Prussia by his ear, earning a few looks from the surrounding people. When Prussia saw his younger brother he grinned like a fool and pulled out of Hungary's grip.
"Oi! Bruder!" He called. Germany sighed, crossing his arms over his broad chest as his older brother ran from Hungary to join him and say hi to a very excited France.
"Honhonhon, bonjour Gilbert!" France called to a fellow member of the Bad Touch Trio. Gilbert gave a thumbs up and an 'awesome' grin at his friend, slipping away from Hungary to start up a conversation with France. Hungary merely shot daggers with her eyes in the Prussians direction before sitting down next to Austria who was busy composing some music in a notebook. A few minutes later Lichtenstein and Basch joined them and Basch gripped his sister's hand tightly, sending France glares the longer they waited, even dragging her along to get their luggage. As the hours slid by others started to show up. The Nordics popped up about two hours later at around eleven, Denmark slightly drunk from the alcohol that he had on the plane and was being supported by an emotionless Norway, followed by an irritated Iceland and a stoic looking Swede with a small Finnish man clinging tightly to his arm. Denmark had passed out on one of the bench's a few minutes later and nobody bothered waking him up as Sweden and Norway went to retrieve their baggage.
After an hour Greece, Turkey, Poland and the Baltics showed up. Apparently there was a flight from Lithuania that had a layover in Greece that then flew directly to the United States. After a good three hours, during which people split up in search of food, Spain and Romano came next, Romano screaming at Spain to 'STOP HUGGING ME FUCKING TOMATO BASTARD!' which earned for the ears of a lot of children to be covered. After three hours or so Korea, Thailand and Vietnam flew in, Thailand hurriedly heading to get his beloved elephant and Korea talking about some new video game that just came out with America. They waited another good hour or so and by then it was around seven o'clock at night at which time Alfred checked his watch and grinned.
"The plain to D.C. leaves in two hours, so we'd better drop our luggage and get something to eat." The American said.
"Verdammt Alfred, how much more time are we going to spend on these planes?" Switzerland asked the American in annoyance. Alfred snorted.
"Chill out dude it's only another hour and a half, as soon as we get there we'll head to the White House, have a quick meeting, get some sleep and have another meeting in the morning! Don't worry about it bro!" America stated carelessly starting to head towards arrivals. The others hustled after him as those who recently flew in already had their tickets and the G8 members went to get their baggage tags. They dropped off their bags and made it through security without a hitch, heading to their terminal with a good fifteen minutes to spare.
"Well what do you know, Alfred isn't late for something." England snickered taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" Alfred retorted crashing down onto the chair next to him. England huffed and gave him a sideways glare that the American returned with a goofy smile, slurping at one of the sodas he had bought from the McDonald's, shoving the bag of food into his backpack and leaning back into his chair, pulling out his phone to play some game. Prussia, France and Spain were sitting together; laughing and joking as they dared each other to walk up to random people and do their best to flirt with them. Germany sat next to Italy who was chattering happily to him while Romano sat next to his brother, glaring at Germany with hatred and mumbling under his breath about how the potato bastard needed to stay away from his brother. Denmark had finally woken up and was talking to an uninterested Norway while Sweden sat stoically, listening to his 'wife' talk about an issue that he ran into a while ago with Belarus. Greece and Japan were having a quiet conversation, Japan attempting to reason with him about how he wasn't a cat and Greece arguing back dreamily. Korea, China, Vietnam and Thailand were talking about the threat to the Asian countries. Austria sat, composing his music with Hungary sitting next to him, watching Prussia walk up to some random girl at one of the other terminals to try and flirt. She looked slightly angry at this but didn't seem to do anything about it, instead watching intently as he sat down next to her and chatted easily, earning a laugh and a smile. He said something and her cheeks flushed as she giggled into her hand. Their flight was called and Prussia cast the woman a final smile as he returned to his friends, flashing a thumbs up that earned him high fives as they boarded the plane.
Prussia is a terrible flirt. XD Anyways, please review! I love reviews. Like a lot. And make sure to follow and favorite! Thanks guys!
Pssssst. If you wanna skip unnecessary extra stuff and see some action head to chapter 3.
Hasta La Pasta!