A/N:

I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. But I don't know how I would write out a level that is mostly composed of QuickTime events (hate-shield up) and a confrontation and make it any longer.

I also apologize for the late update… Research takes a lot of work, you know. Not just for historical facts but looking at the game market for a production like this…

But!

You guys get a fight you have been wanting for quite a while! I won't give any hints. I'll shut up now.

Oh, and I've also been compiling a sort of soundtrack for this game (wishful thinking of course) and I've found that this chapter, rather this level goes amazingly well with the song 'This Could've Been Nice' by Renard. Look it up!

Frigid Wasteland

The main thing that raced through Russia's mind was the feeling of absolute agony that was currently rushing through every nerve in his body as he lay out in the middle of nowhere, ice and snow falling to the earth without break.

Pain was nothing new to Ivan, his people and bosses have subjected him to it for ages. But, he mused as he looked to his side where his arm had snapped out of its socket and was hanging at a gruesome angle, he should remedy that arm if he wanted it to still be useful.

So, using his still working hand, he grabbed his shoulder and gave a slow breath before forcing the bones back together with a sickening pop, gritting his teeth from the sting that was coursing through the afflicted area.

After a few moments, he stood to shaky feet. It took a few moments for him to regain his balance before he was finally able to stand without thinking too much into it. He looked around, not seeing anything but ice, snow, and wind for miles upon miles on end. He groaned, "Surrounded on all angles by one of the banes of my existence. Joy." But, suddenly, he remembered what had caused his descent: the plane, all that ice…

Yekatrina and Natalia.

"Sisters?" He called out into the cold wasteland, "Sisters, are you alright?" Why was he calling them out as if they could hear him with all this wind, Russia thought as he began to walk in the direction that the wind was blowing: maybe the plane would have been carried this way—

A mechanical growling caused him to turn around and see a pack of wolves and bears, each animal carved out of crystalline ice; cold features glaring straight at the large, Slavic nation.

"My, what is it that we are having here?" Russia smiled that infamous child-like smile of his before he reached into his coat sleeve and pulled out a long, steel faucet-pipe.

You know, it is strange: I do not know where exactly I got this pipe from. I remember the day I found it, I could never forget that day. My Czar… His wife… And their precious daughters in that cold basement… How could I just sit there and let them be slaughtered? I grabbed the first thing that I could and after that… I somewhat blacked out, waking up hours later in a pool of blood and this pipe in my hands.

One of the ice-wolves let out a pained yelp as its face was crushed in by a swing of the pipe, Russia immediately following the move by grabbing one of the bears and slamming him down on the remaining wolves, the animals shattering into shards of ice before the area was relatively quiet once more.

"This will take me forever on foot." Ivan frowned as he thought for a moment and snapped his fingers before he reached behind his back and pulled out a simple, red snow-mobile. As he mounted the machine, he somewhat remembered how it was America, during their forced marriage, who had complained and complained and complained until he finally relented and bought him the machine. Well, Alfred wasn't here right now, so no one would have to endure his bitching.

A loud revving heralded the ignition of the snowmobile and when growling could be heard in the distance, Ivan smirked before he accelerated the vehicle into the Frigid Wasteland.

Usually a snowmobile doesn't go that fast… But when you're Russia, even machines are too afraid to screw with you in anyway.

An ice-wolf tried to jump up onto the moving nation, but was quickly knocked away by a swing of the Slavic nations steel pipe. The snowmobile was more than doing its job, Ivan only having to pay attention to what direction he turned and whenever an enemy tried attacking, he just had to swipe them away.

It did get a bit harder when spires of ice started to shoot forward from the ground, making him have to change direction more sporadically.

He only stopped his ride at the moment when a spire grew out of nowhere and knocked him off his track; the machine flying besides him as he fell to the ground.

"Damn!" He quickly got to his feet and grasped for his pipe, but he thankfully noted that there were no more enemies around. "Oh," He walked towards the fallen vehicle and swung it behind his back, the laws of Hammerspace making it vanish before he looked around. Still no sign of his sisters, just wind, ice, and a figure lying unconscious in the snow –

"What?" Violet eyes blinked as they saw, indeed, a body lying in the snow a while's away from him. Hoping (and dreading) that it may have been one of his sisters, Ivan rushed forward through the snow that had begun drifting from the sky; his heart full of hope—"Oh, you have to be shitting me."

That sunflower blonde hair, the obnoxious bomber jacket, and the death-like sleep that he could always pull off, even in the face of danger… "America? What are you doing here?" Of course, the younger nation couldn't answer with Russia standing over and frowning away.

"America." Russia began again, kneeling next to the unconscious nation and pressing the back of his hand to his cheek (noticing how cold he had gotten from being out here), "Alfred. Idiot. Pig. Junk-food addict…" The list of nicknames went on and on as Russia tried everything to wake the other up; hell, he even poked him a few times with his pipe.

But the bright nation wouldn't budge…

"America?"

Hm?

"America? What are you doing here?"

Who is that? Go away, trying to sleep.

"America."

What~?

"Alfred."

Fuck off, man.

"Idiot."

Your mama.

"Pig. Junk-food addict…"

Oh, fuck this! Who's trying to pick a bone with the US of A? Eyes blearily opened up to see a glimpse of cream-shaded hair and violet eyes. Is that Russia? Man it's cold… Wait a minute! Cold. Russia. Kidnapping. Attack.

Just as Russia was about to try another tactic, he was completely cut off when a gloved fist collided with his cheek, sending him to the floor as America stood up and shouted,

"Try to launch a sneak attack on me? Let's go, Commie!"

"Один!"

"Two!"

"Три!"

"Four!"

"I declare war!"

And with that, both nations jumped back from each other after the countdown, signaling the start of the fight. America quickly put as much distance between the two of them as possible before he fired a round of his patriotic-colored bullets towards the Slavic nation, obviously not counting on how Ivan blocked them with a spin of his pipe. He also didn't count on Ivan rushing forward and punching him in the stomach before throwing him to the ground.

"Fuck!" America gritted out before he quickly rolled over, dodging Ivan's pipe and then he kicked the larger nation's feet out from under him, using the distraction to grab Ivan and, with his over-the-top strength, fling him to the other side of the field.

Russia groaned, slowly getting his balance back. "So cold, aren't you?" He smiled before charging back towards America, but the younger nation was ready this time. So when Russia tried to punch him, he only tried to return the gesture; causing a clash: both nations punching at each other, only to meet the other's fists again and again as the sounds of their clash were thundering through the frozen wasteland. Finally, it all came down to which direction the other moved: America punched upward, but Russia went lower, effectively winning the clash as a punch to the other's chest and a kick to his stomach sent America rolling again.

"Damn it!" America wheezed, trying to regain consciousness. His eyes snapped open when he saw the other coming over to grab him, "I refuse to be a victim!" America called out as he dodged Russia's grab, causing the larger nation to fall forward before he jumped over and shot at Ivan.

"I have had enough of this!" Ivan gritted out as the smoke from Alfred's shot cleared, he grabbed the young one's shoulder.

After slamming America into the snow once more, Ivan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a game controller.

"Let us play a game, da?", he smiled.

"The only video game that really requires any mental skill, da?" Russia explained as he activated a game console, the title screen for Tetris appearing on the television screen. He started a new game and smiled when he saw America trapped in the playing box.

"Let me out of here, you fucker!" He yelled out, but Russia only chuckled before the blocks started coming down. America desperately tried to dodge some of them, but he ended up being knocked about and crushed by the majority of the multi-colored blocks.

"I NEVER LOSE!" America screamed as the final blow was struck, his body crumbling to the icy ground below.

"You act quite brash and stupid," Russia chuckled, throwing his pipe with a spin up into the air before it landed back into his hands, the large nation smiling, "Just like a child, da?"

"Fucker!" America coughed out as he landed on the floor, immediately trying to get up and confront the other again. "Admit it! You're causing all this!" That shout had been accompanied by a right hook that Russia was just able to dodge at the last moment, the large nation frowning,

"Causing what? Think before you open your mouth, my dear idiot!" Alfred tried to land a punch with his left arm, but his fist was grabbed and

"Damn it! Why'd you do it? Why did you attack D.C.? I thought that we were beyond this shit, Ivan!"

"No…" Russia shook his head, "Wha—When did this happen?" America sputtered for a moment before going right back to his anger,

"Don't act dumb! You sent that stupid snow-bird with its dumb snowstorm and it nearly took me out and – Oh God, Obama!" The young blonde immediately reached into his pocket, desperately trying to find his phone as he muttered various bits and pieces about his boss's safety.

"As much as I would love to be claiming this," Ivan spoke with sarcasm lacing every word, "I was attacked by this sudden rush of cold as well!" He wanted to go right back to searching for his sisters when he remembered the reason that he was out here in the first place. "Here." America blinked at the sight of the envelope,

"What's that?"

"My boss wanted this to be delivered to you and Obama. But seeing as how I have met up with you…"

"Huh." America blinked before saying, "Maybe you should open it." Russia shook his head,

"Lazy…" Before he began to unseal the envelope and—

He flinched, gasping as his eyes went wide upon seeing the various sheets of blank papers.

"Oh boy," Alfred observed, glancing over Ivan's shoulder, "Looks like he got you with the fake delivery trick."

"The what?" Russia seethed out, America explaining,

"Sometimes when my bosses want me out of the country, they'll send me on some random, out of the hemisphere mission. Guess Medvedev got you good." After a moment of holding the useless papers, Russia gave a deep sigh.

"I am going to kill him." He silently explained, "I am going to make him wish that he was never born. Grrr…. My sisters may be dead because of that man!"

"Hey…" America offered, wary of the dark aura the other was exuding, "Calm down big guy." Russia wanted to protest, but America shushed him by saying, "We can still find your sisters, you know?" It took a while, but Ivan slowly nodded,

"Yes… That is most important." He quickly reached behind himself and brought out the snowmobile before getting on and speeding off, spraying America in a flurry of snow; the blonde coughing,

"Son of a—" However, he saw that he was alone and shouted, "Ivan! Ivan, you ass, get back here! Damn it, I need a ride out of here!" He was still alone, "RUSSIA!"

After a moment, the snowmobile rushed back and Ivan grabbed Alfred's arm, setting the blonde behind him, "Calm down. I would not let you become a pig-sicle."

"Fuck you!"

A/N:

Like I said, the reason for the hiatus for this fic is a combination of research and lack of internet. Hopefully I'll be updating this one more often but… Only time will tell.

Please give me some feedback!

-Tyranno's girl.