How The Mighty Fall

by brobdignagian

With a new President America becomes paranoid to the point of isolationism. Reluctantly forming an alliance with Russia and China, they find themselves in World War Three. Meanwhile, Prussia fights for his independence and his right to be a nation.

12:00, January 20th.

The whole of the United States of America stood upon the west steps before the capital building. The multitude produced a dull drone as they waited anxiously for their president elect to reveal himself. There was a simultaneous shiver as the cold, biting January wind forced its way through the crowd; yet it deterred no one from their resolute waiting.

America himself sat in his designated seat, surrounded by his fellow nations. It has been an unspoken rule for centuries that all nations were to be present at the induction of a new leader--to not do so was a symbol of hostility and ill-will.

America's gaze wandered across said nations, taking in a rare sight--all nations sitting calmly in their seats. No arguments. No cursing. No brawls. No gunshots. No fights. Only amicable chatter.

All of them had even congratulated him in their own quirky ways as they arrived--a handshake, a hug, a nod and grin. Russia has almost killed him in an enthusiastic bear hug. South Koran had jumped and groped him.

Yet, all nations were on their best behavior, going out of their way not to humiliate themselves in front of this Great Satan Superpower and his people.

America gave a little smile as he surveyed his people in front of him, the laughing voices of the nations behind him. He couldn't stop his widening grin as the president-elect appeared, evoking a roaring cheer from his people.

Things were finally beginning to looking up.