Authors note: In this chapter I mention a few things like the Boer wars which was when Britain fought with colonies in South Africa that revolted, and eventually defeated the British. The leader of the Germans sent a telegram to the leader of the revolution and congratulated them, which caused tension between Britain and Germany. Also at the time Russia was still Soviet Union, or Soviet Russia.
London 1914
Britain sat at the head of a table in his dark green military uniform. He had wild, short, dirty-blonde hair, dark green eyes, and eyebrows thicker than a forest. He wasn't very tall, or strong, but what he lacked he compensated with his navy. Next to him sat France who was, in contrast to…everyone else, womanly almost. He had stunning blue eyes, chin length wavy blonde hair, a stubble beard, and the smell of wine lingered on his breath.
"Angilini, I never thought the day would come when you would ask me to ally with you!" France smiled as he refilled his wine glass.
"Francis, I have told you not to call me that, my name is Britain or Arthur, and unfortunately I have no choice, I have been off terms with Prussia and Germany since the Boar Wars." Arthur twisted a ring on his finger. In the silence that followed a clinking noise was heard coming down the hall.
Arthur stood reluctantly as the noise grew closer, "He is here."
Without a knock the door swung open and there stood the tallest country, his hair white, his eyes a deep purple. He wore a long overcoat with a scarf and a red ribbon on his chest and in one hand he held a five foot tall lead pipe. Russia had made his entrance.
"Privyet Arthur, Francis." The tall man sat down across from France
"Good afternoon"
"Bon Jour monsieur Ivan."
"So, Arthur you have spoke with Amerika, da?" Russia propped his boots up on the table.
"Yes, I have," Arthur picked up a cup of tea, "unfortunately he will not support us, he wishes to remain neutral, however Canada will back us up. He will not be here today though."
"Very well," Russia pulled a bottle of vodka out of his coat, "do you have a glass?"
Arthur opened a cabinet and handed him one, "How are things coming along on your part?"
"My soldiers lay down rail roads as we speak, Ludwig and Gilbert do not know what is coming their way." Ivan sipped the vodka.
"Fantastic, the faster the soviet soldiers can get to the German boarder the better." Arthur nodded, "As for the western boarder, France that is up to you to handle, and the northern sea boarder is my problem to deal with."