I'm back.

Ok I only posted the intro like an hour ago, and I usually don't post 2 chapters in the same day, but I got bored.

I'll be surprised if anyone has read the intro yet

Well, enjoy!

Chapter 2

For once I wished I wasn't able to be noticed.

War. With Russia. I was as good as dead.

I'm not good at this kind of thing. Hasn't anyone noticed how I've shirked my way out of both world wars and avoided it in my own country for centuries?

And now after all that careful planning to stay safe, I'm being utterly demolished by Russia.

I'm running now. I don't care if I look like a coward; anyone would run at the hands of Russia. Well, maybe not America, but that's not really my main priority as I'm trying to escape.

I heard footsteps behind me. Russia's gaining on me. Crap. I'm done for.

I look around as I run. God, where am I? I can barely see without my glasses. I lost them yards ago.

As far as I can tell, I think I'm in the Prussia province. At least I know that much.

And then I crash into a lamppost.

I slide to the ground. This isn't good. Any minute now Russia's going to-

"Give up yet?" I hear above me.

Oh shit.

I'm thrown against the side of a brick building. I gasp in pain, feel a snap in my shoulder.

There goes my arm.

I lean against the wall, holding my arm gingerly. I hear Russia's boots thud up to me. The cold metallic end of a rifle is thrust under my chin.

I struggle to look at him. Those terrible violet eyes mean no mercy.

"Last chance to surrender," he states. "Just give me your land and you'll end up in slave labor instead of death."

I don't really have a choice. Russia's already taken over a lot of land near Alaska. And it's not like the backup I called ages ago is going to show up.

Even so, I try to stall. "I can't just get a day to think about it?"

"You've had enough time," Russia says. "Give me your answer or I will choose."

"Oh c'mon just let me mull it over," I request sheepishly. "Either way I become part of the Russian Federation anyway."

He's about to speak when I hear the kachak of a gun being loaded. Surprised, Russia looks back. I can't see anything in the position I'm in, and not having glasses doesn't help.

"Paws off my boss," I hear. It must be my backup. A surge of hope runs through me.

Russia sneers. "What can one man do against Russia?"

The surge vanishes. One freaking soldier?

"Apparently you don't know who I am," my "backup" states. "Don't you recognize me?"

There's a second of silence before Russia says something. "Wait. That voice. It's a little different, but the tone is as cocky as ever."

"That's right, commie!"

What's going on? What's the big deal about a Canadian soldier?

I hear surprise in Russia's voice when he speaks again. "But…you're dead. You fell. Crumbled."

"Kese! Idiot, I'm too awesome to stay dead!"

Now I'm even more confused. I have no idea what's going on. I'm surprised Russia hasn't pulled the trigger already.

I can almost hear him scowl when he talks. "I didn't plan for you. Shit. Fine. Another time, then."

Suddenly I'm thrown at the backup soldier. He catches me in the nick of time, but pain shoots through my shoulder when his hand grips my arm. I steady myself and look up to see Russia has disappeared.

I blink. "W-Who…?"

"That was close," the soldier says. "You need to learn to defend yourself better, boss."

I look up, struggling to focus on this man's face. All I can make out is a blur of silver hair and crimson fog where his eyes should be.

"Oh here," he adds, putting something in my hand. "I found these down the street."

I open my hand. It's my glasses. I quickly put them on. They're cracked, but at least I can see.

I look back at him and my eyes widen.

I recognize him.

I recall pictures from textbooks. The man with silver hair, red eyes and a cocky grin, who conquered his own little part of Eastern Europe. I'm not sure why, but the only difference now is the Canadian curl sticking out of his hair, not unlike mine.

I point at him. "Y-you…you're…"

He grins and laughs. "The great Prussia, at your service!"

September 19th, 2041- Prussian troops stop Russia from taking Canada's Prussia province.

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