Chapter 1
Ivan Rules the World
Russia smiled, and then laughed giddily; licking the blood off of his lead pipe and staring down at the countries that now lay before his feet. America… China… Even that Kraut bastard Germany were now under his control, kowtowing to him. He had won. The Motherland now ruled the world.
He was by no means done, however. Many still resented him and his rule, so he had to do what he could to calm the masses. He knew how it went: some fool (probably from America) would rally all of the rebels and the united force would break away from the Motherland. And he couldn't allow any of that, now could he? So even when all the Earth was now Russia, he couldn't stop being Russia. Never again could he be Ivan, bent on taking over the world. No, now that the world was now under his heel, he still had to work.
And he did. And life changed for the better.
Oh, sure, even after all of the years of hard work he put into changing the world, there were always the nay-sayers in the society he had carefully hand crafted, but they always disappeared, never to be seen again. Leaders dispatched before they could rally troops, the populace brainwashed that everyone was getting their fair share, that everyone was equal. Of course they were all equal, it was just some more equal than others. And he, Ivan Braginskii was the most equal of them all.
"The papers you ordered for, sir." A voice came from behind Russia. The ruler didn't have to turn around to see who it was. He already knew.
"Thank you, Lithuania," Russia said, turning around to see the former country. Even though there were really no countries anymore, Toris would still always be Lithuania to Ivan. Toris was still the only country Ivan still called by the nation he hailed from. It was one of many privileges he allowed the brunette. Ivan smiled and held out his hands giddily for the papers. He didn't mind the endless sheets, because he got to see Toris more. "I'll take those, if you don't mind. Also, would you make me some tea?"
"Yes sir. Right away sir." Toris bowed and left his boss, walking quickly down to the kitchen. Even walking in the mansion, he always surveyed the situation about him.
It was quiet.
It was peaceful.
Lithuania never spent time with Russia anymore. That would change soon, he thought as a gloved hand strayed down to a pocket.
"The tea you ordered for, sir." Toris carefully set the beautiful tea set down on the polished wood desk. Russia didn't say anything. He didn't have to. He knew Toris had come in, but he had to focus on his paper work. Alfred was complaining again, Francis was being an idiot, and Yao wanted more supplies. Be damned if ruling the world was easy. He was so focused on his paper work that he didn't taste the arsenic in his drink that Toris had so lovingly put into it.
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