The Prisoner and the Paper Airplanes

by XxTheLittleCubexX

The year is 2050, Russia has gained enough power to get revenge on the other countries. Young Alfred has been taken as a prisoner to work at one of Russia's Labor camps. When Alfred meets Ivan's sister, Katyusha, and the two fall in love, how far will they go to keep this love going on? They are bound only by paper airplanes, and both of them are getting weaker by the day.

1. Chapter 1: How It All Began

The Prisoner and the Paper Planes

NOTE: This is a fanfiction with Ukraine and America. It is dedicated to my friend who really likes them together. If you don't like the pairing, then don't read! Also, keep in mind that I don't really like putting Russia as a bad guy, but it just fit for the fact that it's his sister,Ukraine...Based off the songs 'Prisoner' and 'Paper Plane' by Rin and Len Kagamine. I hope you enjoy ^W^

No one expected it to happen. Everyone had thought that he had calmed down. But he had just been plotting revenge. Nobody had expected that years after he had fallen so far and had to work so hard to catch up with the rest of the world, that he had time to think. He had time to think of revenge. Revenge that would push the world into a state of chaos...

The year was 2050.

America, seen to be one of the greatest nations in the world, collapsed. Unemployment dropped to an all time low, and crime rate increased tremendously. Half of the population was either homeless, starving, or already dead. The other half only survived because of either how many millionaires would give out their support, or the little support of the other nations. But the other nations were beginning to collapse as well.

Then, it happened. The first attack.

Young Alfred had been at school when it happened. The happy-go-lucky 13 year old boy couldn't of been more happy as the day was going on. But, when the principal's assistant ran into the classroom and whispered something to the teacher in a very panicky tone, Alfred knew that something was wrong.

When the school day was over and his older brother,Arthur, picked him up and didn't ask him how his day was, he knew that something was wrong.

It hadn't been until later that night when everyone had gone to bed that Alfred found out what happened.

Alfred had went back downstairs and turned on the television and made sure the volume was low, just low enough for him to hear but not loud enough to wake up anyone. What he saw on the news had shocked him.

The White House had been bombed. Film of it showed it burning. People were going crazy trying to find out how it happened. Everyone had one question on their minds...'Who could of done this..?'

Alfred watched, horrified, as the news kept being updated every few minutes. The President had been killed, along with the Vice President because they had been together when the bombing happened. The President's wife and kids, however, were alive.

As the hours passed on with more updates and suspicions flooding the newsroom, one country had finally been pinned as the mastermind behind this...and it was Russia.

Alfred had eventually fallen asleep in the chair, the television still on. Arthur found him in the morning and carried him back to his room to at least get a few hours of sleep.

When he woke up later, neither did Arthur nor Alfred discuss why Alfred was watching the news so late at night. It seemed to be a waste of time since they both seemed to know why he had done it.

Weeks passed after that and eventually no peace treaty could be made, so war broke out between the two countries. Other countries joined sides and it seemed like you couldn't trust anyone.

Russia was advancing way too fast for any of the surrounding countries to fight back. Russia was stronger then they suspected, and the little countries were practically rolled right over. Bigger nations, though, were conquered but they put up a hell of a fight. However, the whole world was in no fit state to have a war and now the war was in Russia's advantage.

Alfred was scared to death. It seemed like more attacks were happening each and every day. People were dying right before his eyes. It was, however, that on that one day, that everything had changed.

Arthur had taken Alfred and his brother, Matthew, to get some more food from town to stock up on, in case something happened to them and food couldn't be found. While wandering the aisles in the big store, all of a sudden a giant boom was heard above them and the ground started shaking.

Alfred tripped and looked up, wondering what could of caused that. Then just like that, panic broke out. People were running out of the store faster then anything Alfred has seen.

Then he saw soldiers. Many soldiers were coming. Alfred yelled, trying to find Arthur or his brother, but he never did find them. Alfred knew he had to get out, but he had no idea where to go. The entire town was under attack.

Suddenly, someone picked him up by the back of his shirt. Alfred squirmed, trying to get free when he caught a glimpse of the man's eyes. Shades of violet met with Alfred's bright blue eyes, and he froze.

Some other soldiers came and they started speaking in a language that Alfred didn't understand. However, he could tell what they were going to do when a soldier started dragging him out. He fought back as best as he could, but it didn't work.

As he was dragged through the streets, he saw the same thing happening over and over. Some people were being killed, others were being taken as prisoner, and one or two would be left behind as witnesses to this horrific event.

The soldier put Alfred in a vehicle with other prisoners, and began to drive away. It was hours later that by groups, the prisoners were taken back to Russia by planes.

And this, is how it all began..