"Remind me again why do we have to sign a nonaggression pact with Russia?" My country's current chancellor, Adolf Hitler, asks.

We were currently on our way to Moscow to sign the pact in question.

"For many reasons, one: we can't have them intervene when we attack Poland and two: because a two-front war did not work out well last time." I say.

He snorts. "No kidding."

My foreign minister, Joachim von Ribbentrop, fidgets uncomfortably.

"What?" I ask. "Nothing. I still don't understand why I have to be here." Joachim replies.

"You're a foreign minister, you're in charge of relations with other countries."

"But you actually are a country! Why am I or even Adolf needed? Why can't you and Russia just sign the pact by yourselves?"

I look at him. "Do you not want this job? Because I'm sure that there are many others who would be glad to take it."

Joachim reddens. "Or the other way around. Why does Russia have to be there?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Or you." He adds quickly.

Adolf laughs. "What? Are you afraid of Russia?"

Joachim scowls. "I'm not afraid. Intimidated, maybe, but not afraid!"

"Hush!" I say to my companions. "We're here."

We pull up to the train station to see Russia, his foreign minister, and his county's gulps at the sight and Adolf covers a snicker. I glare at the two.

"Behave." I hiss before stepping onto the platform.

Russia runs up to me and gives a bone crushing hug. "Welcome to Moscow!" He says joyfully.

My face is forced into his coat. It smells sickly sweet. I try not to wrinkle my nose in distaste.

He finally releases me."Good to see you too, Russia." I say stiffly. "This is Adolf Hitler, my country's chancellor, and Joachim von Ribbentrop, my foreign minister.

"Welcome!" Russia declares, giving each one a bone crushing hug of their own.

I swallow a smile at Joachim's mortified look. Russia steps back and introduces us to his country's leader, Joseph Stalin, and his foreign minister, Viacheslav Molotov. We all shake hands and say our hellos. Russia smiles and leads us towards his home. He falls into step with me.

"How are things going at home?" He asks.

I stiffen. "A bit better, no thanks to you."

I silently curse myself for my smart mouth.

Russia frowns. "Every country's hurting due to the war, not just yours."

I try not to laugh. "True, but that was without a loss of land and high reparations to pay. My inflation was hell."

Russia cocks his head. "But you're over that now, da? You're not bitter or anything?"

I force on a smile. "No, I'm not bitter. This is a pact for peace and new beginnings." I say, not believing a single word.