Chapter 2: The Start
America woke up having collapsed after saying those dreadful words. He gave up his freedom and he doubted there was any way of getting it back. He found himself on a carrier plane with his head on the Russian's lap. He was about to shoot up, but the pain in his upper torso was making that hard. Ivan placed his hands on Alfred's shoulders and shoved him down, making the American grunt in pain. "Nyet, don't stress the hurt now." He said softly. "We need you in good health to work around my house, da?" Alfred sighed at that. He should've known…
Alfred saw he was facing the window seat and saw the snow in the air that was passing by. He wished this was a dream, he honestly did. Wait, no, it wouldn't be a dream. It'd be a nightmare. If only he could wake up from it to be in his own bed, victorious over Russia in the Cold War that had finally ended. Now, it had ended. But at the cost of the destruction of his capital and the loss of his freedom. He could feel the carrier plane start to descend and it made Alfred feel sick to know they had reached their destination.
Once the plane had landed, Ivan looked down at him with a happy look. "We are home now, da?" he said with a cheerful tone. Ivan scooped Alfred into his arms and got up from his seat. He walked out of the plane and some soldiers saluted Ivan as he passed him. The Russian nodded to them before getting in the back of a car that would take them to Ivan's house. The snow was falling softly; it was probably going to be the only peaceful thing that Alfred would see in a long time. He wouldn't stay with Ivan. No, he'd find a way to get out. He knew the Baltics were there, and he'd take them with him.
Once the car ride was over, Ivan got out and picked up Alfred. The house was very big. Dark too. Everything about it was creepy, and then when Ivan walked in with him, the creepiness factor went up. Everything was dark and the lighting dim. Alfred felt a shiver go up his spine as he looked around. Raivis ran over to greet them. He saw Alfred in his arms and his features saddened. The look in his eyes were lifeless. Living here had taken so much out of him. "P-Privjet, sir…" Latvia said quietly.
"Privjet, little Latvia! Go tell comrade Lithuania to make something special. A victory should be celebrated, da?" he said cheerfully. America growled lowly at that. Ivan placed Alfred on the couch, but it was very lumpy. Probably why he placed him there. Latvia came back and went over to America. "I-I'm sorry this happened to you… W-we were all rooting for you…" he said quietly as he looked at him with his dull eyes. Alfred frowned, knowing that tore it.
Time for another revolution.