1962 - After the Cuban Missile Crisis

On an aircraft carrier, America, in his military uniform, stands perfectly still. His men in the back, all stand in the same manner seeming serious and terrifying. A Soviet aircraft arrives. As the dark green vehicle with a large red star stops, out of it comes Russia in the company of his female Soviet nations, all dressed in their military uniforms. Russia walks in front with an emotionless expression as the girls march behind him swaying their hands in hips in unison.

America frowns. "Damn it! I could have done that" he mutters through his teeth as his opponent struts towards him.

Next scene: Inside a cabin with a map, the two nations sit with only a few people by their side. "What on Earth possessed you to be so careless! You and your commis could have had us all killed!" America yells smashing his fist on the table in front of him.

On the other side, Russia sits calm with his two sisters behind him. "I was merely returning the favor. Now you know how I felt when you put those missiles in Turkey" he says with his signature smile.

"Those were clearly for defence purposes! Do you think it's easy dealing with threats like you?! And that Cuba...Oh Cuba, I will never forgive him for this. Not in a million years!" America says pacing the room, visibly furious.

"I see" Russia adds trying to seem carefree. "May I ask why have you asked me to come here? The deal was made. The crisis was averted. I do not see the point in the two of us meeting like this."

America puts his hands on the table and looks straight at him. "I wanted to look you straight in the eyes when I ask 'What the Hell were you thinking?'. Couldn't you figure out that your selfish act would endanger the entire world?! It's not enough that you treat your own people like trash, you want the rest of the world to suffer with you!"

Russia, tucks in his chin into his scarf to hide his mouth. After a minute of silence, he stands up. "I do not like the way you keep accusing me. I would have never done some things if your actions didn't push me."

America shakes off his remarks. "Whatever. Don't you have some people to torture?"

Russia has his smile again: "Maybe...If you're into that sort of thing of course." America looks at him baffled.

He and his sisters are immediately escorted back to their aircraft.

Next scene: In the plane, the female nations giggle together. "Did you see how they ogled us" one says. "Yes, it's like they've never seen a woman in uniform before" Ukraine chuckles. Belarus smiles and turns towards Russia who sits alone seeming depressed.

Next scene: Back home, he sits in the same manner in one of the big comfy chairs. She places two glasses and a bottle of vodka on the table next to him. "Talk to me" she says.

Next scene: A dozen bottles later. Russia looks at his beautifully decorated crystal glass melancholic. "I'm really getting tired of America calling me all sorts of names. The worst part is that he is not the only one. It is like all of the Western powers cannot see me as anything else but a monster" he says.

"Don't pay any attention to them" Belarus replies serious. "They only do it so you lose confidence in yourself."

Russia nods pouring more alcohol. "Well...It's working."

Belarus scoffs. "Like they can talk... How many times have you saved Europe from their blunders. Who stopped Napoleon? Who kept the Ottomans at bay?...And what about WW2? What would have happened to the world if we didn't stop the Nazis?"

He ponders for a moment hesitant to speak his mind. "I have thought about that actually...Do you promise not to laugh?"

Surprised, his sister nods and listens intrigued.

"Well, I've been thinking about how Germany and America approach problems. It's like they get an idea into their head and expect the rest of the world to revolve around it by any means necessary. And they always have the most narrow-minded and stuck-up people as advisers. I mean...I've seen two meter cells with a broader viewpoint" he says.

"Where are you going with this?" Belarus asks.

He continues his explanation. "I'm saying that if we failed in fighting off the Nazis...WW2 would have lasted much longer. Nazi Germany would have been the new superpower and America's greatest rival. And also, the USA already had a bomb in 1945. Germany was on the verge of making one himself. If the war had lasted only a year longer...If things hadn't happened the way they did, the world would have been destroyed by now."

He stops to observe his sister's expression who only tilts her head slightly.

"Think about it. They are both hot-headed. They both consider themselves infallible. Do you think, Germany would tolerate this cat and dog nonsense like I do? No! Do you think they would have cool-heads among them? I doubt it! They would stick to their convictions to the end. The war would prolong and, as we have seen from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, nuclear bombs would fly and...let me remind you, back then, humans didn't know about the devastating effects nuclear explosions have on the atmosphere. So they would fall and BAM! Nuclear winter would come and we would all be dead without a single day of peace."

Belarus listens with a serious expression. She pours another drink and says: "Let's make a toast... For the world not ending and to us being able to enjoy a lovely evening at home."

Russia happily accepts and clings her glass with a smile. "To the greatest sister in the world. I'm so sorry I was such a sh*tty brother." She raises her eyebrows but still smiles.

Still, he looks away worried. "I need to deescalate this situation. The Cold War is not good for the world" he says drinking the content of his glass in one shot.

"What do you plan to do?" Belarus asks.

Russia sighs. "I don't know yet...Something that will hopefully bring peace... But lets not worry about that for now" he says suggesting another toast. They chat quietly as the frame slowly moves away.