==Chapter 2=

The homesteads of the two Koreas now stood under darkness, but with the bright blue array of the moon coloring the atmosphere. The Korean War had begun, only, South Korea had already been forced into submission by his younger more masculine brother.

The simple gardener, even after hours, remained sitting against the wall of his living room. All windows were shattered from the seemingly endless barrage of rocks. After so many hours, the living room floor had become completely covered by fairly sized rocks.

"True Korea!" North Korea shouted from outside the house.

South Korea face palmed and groaned loudly whilst shaking negatively. America had never picked up on his calls, and above all, South Korea lacked the power to send his brother home. North Korea's energy never declined, rocks simply continued to fly into the house, regardless of how late it was. South Korea had merely spent the day trembling in the corner of the living room, but unlike his brother, now simply desired to lay down and rest.

Another rock was fired into the household. It ran straight into the corner of the room, then ricocheted. The small rock landed about a meter away from South Korea. With a dazed look, he yawned and shook negatively.

"Where in great Joseon is he getting all of these rocks from..?"

Surprisingly, North Korea wasn't targeting the one thing that would truly set his brother off—his beloved garden. This could've been for multiple reasons, but perhaps most likely that North Korea aspired to claim the gorgeous garden by the end of the war. Though he would never admit it, South Korea's garden was truly one of immense prestige and unmatched glory.

The red eyed Korean barred his teeth down viciously, "Surrender!?"

"Go to bed!" South Korea fired back.

In response, North Korea slammed his foot down. The end of his jackboot had dug straight into the ground, "I will not stop until you submit to me with unconditional surrender!"

South Korea continued to glare aimlessly, but then sighed and knocked his head back, "Oh, for the love of-"

Just then, the telephone had begun to ring. The Korean's eyes widened massively at the phone that was on the floor beside him. There was no hesitation in his decision to accept the call. He couldn't care less who it was, even if it was Canada, he would be very happy.

With quivering eyes, he brought the phone up to his face, "Y- yes! Hello, who am I speaking with, please?"

"Sup, man! It's America."

He gasped, then ducked down with the phone as more rocks flew into the house. "America! Where have you been!?"

America was sitting at his home computer and was no longer wearing his bomber jacket, "I was at a boring NATO conference. Britain was being a total drag, as always..." America leaned in towards the monitor and rubbed his chin in frustration, "Oh, so uh, yeah. So I'm trying to install Starcraft II, but it says I'm missing a .dll file. The Hell does that mean?"

"A- America! I need your help!"

"No, I need your help, with this video game."

"F- for God's sake, America! My brother's declared war on me and he won't leave until I give him everything!"

For once, a very serious gasp came out of America's mouth. He immediately got out of his seat and adjusted his glasses, "What? That little twerp's giving you trouble!?"

"He's going insane! He's already broken all of my windows, and he's still throwing rocks!"

America slammed his hand down while continuing to grunt, "This is real serious, bro. Are you sure this is a war? Cause this could get really bad if Russia or China gets involved..."

South Korea nodded frantically, "It's a war! And I don't know how much longer I can hold out, he's surrounding me and has broken my only supply line!"

Again, America grunted, "He broke your supply line!? How!?"

"Well..." South Korea lowered his eyelids and turned his head towards the kitchen, "There's too many rocks on the floor, I'd never make it to the refrigerator without hurting myself..."

Very angrily, America rolled up his sleeve and grinded his teeth, "You stay put, I'll be right over ..." he turned his head back toward the computer and hummed, "But, uh, about that Starcraft issue?"

"Later!"

"Gotcha."

England was holding onto his pillow tightly, his eyes twitching constantly, and a startled expression on his sleeping face. He had covered himself with a blanket displaying the Union Jack, his pillow had a red cross on it—representing the flag of England. He trembled while sleeping, then momentarily grasped his pillow more tightly and shook negatively.

"...g- get out of my room, sleazy Frenchmen..!" he muttered soundly in his sleep.

All of a sudden, England had been awoken from his nightmare as his telephone had begun to ring. He grunted loudly with tired eyes, then moaned. He closed his eyes, but reached for the phone.

"Who could be calling so late at night?" he brought the phone up to his face with an overly frustrated appearance, "Blimey, unless the call's about inevitable nuclear armageddon, I swear..." He accepted the call and cleared his throat, "Good evening, this is Eng-"

"Dude, England! You need to meet me in Korea, pronto!"

England's look of frustration had quickly become more intense, now understanding who was calling, "It's one in the bloody morning..."

"Uh, yeah? So?"

"I'm trying to sleep."

A brief silence had occurred, America proceeded to grunt softly, almost as if he were confused. "Seriously? You're sleeping at one in the morning?"

England sighed and face palmed, "Yes, while you're up smoking a joint, drinking beer, partying, and playing video games; I take it upon myself to rest and build up energy."

Just after saying this, America's extreme laughter completely blew into England's ear. The Englishman gritted his teeth in pain and retracted the phone from his ear.

"Two words, bro! Energy drinks."

Again, England sighed, "Right, anyhow, what business would I have in Korea, at one in the bloody morning?"

"Oh yeah, North Korea's invading South Korea and needs our help."

Finally, England's eyes flashed open. He jumped out of his blanket and sat along the edge of his bed with a petrified expression, "Good God! Does Russia know about this yet!?"

"I dunno, but if he finds out, World War III might go hot."

England grasped his forehead while constantly grunting, "Well, we need to win this war before he notices!" his eyes suddenly narrowed suspiciously, "Wait, you called me? Is France involved?"

"Nah, I just called you."

Slight surprise had been enlisted into the Englishman, "J- just me?"

From within the very expensive private American jet, America closed his eyes with a faint smile. He sat back comfortably in his seat, "You and I have our differences, but between me and France, me and Germany, or even me and Japan, I still like to consider you my bestie."

England was left sitting still with widened eyes, "Y- you and I?"

"We're long past that sad time, where you and I clashed blades..." he slightly opened his eyes, "A hero always needs a sidekick, and you fit the canvas perfectly."

"Jeez, thanks..." he muttered in irritation.

"We don't need to drag all of NATO into this, let's just push this twerpy communist down and lock him up for good. You and I."

"Well, I uh, must say. I thought you'd at least consider entering the war with Japan..."

Again, America shocked England's ear by laughing loudly, "Japan aid South Korea!? Sure! Let's ask Germany to aid Poland while we're at it!" he shouted sarcastically.

"Ah, right..."

America exhaled calmly, then closed his eyes again, "I'm almost to Korea, so I guess I'll see you at South Korea's house."

"You're already there? How did you get there so fast?"

America looked out the window of his plane and smirked, "I took a private jet there..."

England crossed his arms and smirked, "Who would possibly be willing enough to fly you to Korea at one in the morning?"

"Oh, the pilot's asleep. I'm flying there myself."

"Wh- wh- what!?"

"Yeah, I'm flying there ma self!" America momentarily tilted his head and raised an eyebrow curiously, "I wonder how you land this thing..."

"You bloody idiot!"

Germany, in his full green uniform, walked down the streets of West Berlin—a city that had now been divided by NATO and the Warsaw Pact. His mean look was clearly visible, however, he still nodded at every passing citizen in a greeting fashion.

The German sighed, "This is madness. Make us pay war reparations, this time it would be fair. But to divide an entire culture? Absolutely madn-"

"Hey! West Germany!" a Germanic voice called out.

"Scheißer..." he growled before stopping.

Germany turned his head towards the Berlin Wall, where the silver haired, red eyed, and overly egoistic brother had revealed himself. Somehow, he found himself leaning over the fairly tall wall. Almost mockingly, he waved to Germany.

"Wassup, bro? How is West Germany doing today?" he asked with puckered lips.

Much attention was drawn to the two, especially after Germany spun around and shook his fist up at his soviet counterpart, "Do not address me as West Germany!"

Prussia lowered his eyebrows and chuckled in a cute way, then raised his hand up gently, "The awesome East Germany is just out for a stroll in the better side of Berlin..."

"And you are not East Germany! You will forever be known as Prussia in my eyes!"

"Oh, ja, but the big boss, Russia, would completely disagree with you there."

Germany smirked and shook negatively, "How hypocritical of you. Russia was once your enemy, but now you kiss his feet and wag your tail like a dog."

Prussia shook negatively, "What Russia and I have, is an equal partnership..."

"You are nothing but a satellite nation—merely another child that he has adopted!"

"Say what you want, oh jealous West Germany, but the fact remains, I have half of Germany under my control. You are nothing but a meat shield for your capitalist allies."

Germany growled, "That may be so, but you are nothing more than a slave to the Soviet Union!"

Prussia narrowed his eyes, then closed his eyes to chuckle, "Poor Austria, Hungary is now on our side..." he shrugged with puckered lips, "Might pay the fair maiden a visit, perhaps get her drunk and see where that leads off..."

Germany merely moved his jaw around in silence, unsure of how to respond to this. Prussia was clearly saying this in an attempt to provoke him, however, Germany was unsure of how this was meant to make him angry. Very simply, Germany shrugged at him and turned away.

"If you insist on being an ass, then, I suppose..." he lowered his eyebrows and began to walk away, "Either way, just shut up and leave me alone."

Prussia grunted and dropped his smirk, then snarled softly. After doing this he shrugged and dropped down onto the ground, it was there that he dug into his pocket to soon reveal a piece of shiny chocolate.

"Either way, this anonymous chocolate gift proves that the world prefers the awesome East Germany over the grumpy ass West Germany..."

He walked very casually down the streets of East Berlin, all the while, he proceeded to eat various pieces of chocolate.

Meanwhile, in a completely different part of the world, was a large palace-like building covered in snow. The building contained many bedrooms and was walled up almost like a castle. The interior of the building was very fancy and aristocratic—contrary to the communist lifestyle. Along the hallways were several portraits of a man in a large tan coat, scarf, and cream colored hair. Almost every portrait was of the same thing—the man smiling gleefully with his foot over an enemy. The latest piece of the collection, was a portrait of the man standing above a defeated Germany in his Wehrmacht attire.

Within a massive dining room, a red soviet flag hung proudly just above a fireplace. Dinner had been served, in what was regarded as a great day. This was the house of the Soviet Union—the shared homestead of Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia.

At the front of the table, was the rightful leader of not just the Soviet Union, but respectfully, all of communism. Russia calmly cut into a slab of meat with a robotic smile on his face. Despite being inside, Russia kept his scarf and coat on, including his gloves and boots as well. After eating a slice of meat, he hummed joyously and nodded.

"The meat is good!" he turned his head and beamed at Estonia, "You have done good."

Estonia swallowed and dipped his head down, his glasses slid down his nose very slightly, "Th- thank you, sir."

Russia took another bite, then looked up with the same smile, "This meat is so juicy, and so fresh. It makes me feel good inside..." his gaze then became aimless, but his ambient smile remained, "Kind of like the feeling I get when I dream of nuclear mutual destruction..."

The three Baltics grunted loudly, then all returned to their food. Russia closed his eyes and let out a soft chuckle, "Of course, I am kidding. I will destroy all enemies once again before that happens." His strong gaze suddenly went towards her big sister Ukraine, "Then we will open that giant playground in Crimea to celebrate."

Ukraine saluted him, her enormous breasts swished up as she did so, "I thought we were doing a water park."

"U-uh..." he shrugged happily, "We will do them both."

Everyone had been alarmed as an unfamiliar person had suddenly crept up from behind Russia out of virtually nowhere. Two soft hands momentarily grabbed Russia by the waist, thus invoking a grunt from him. He turned his head, then smiled; his littler sister, Belarus, had made her debut.

"Oh, there you are, Belarus."

The young sister looked deep into Russia's soul with the same strict look, Russia continued to stare at her happily, but finally twitched and dipped his head down. Belarus narrowed her eyes at him and began to stroke his shoulders.

"Why haven't you complimented my appearance?"

It was only then that Russia had noticed the obvious change. No longer was Belarus wearing her usual blue and white dress, she was essentially wearing the same attire—only it was now mostly red. She now had a red ribbon on her head, rather than white, and a red dress, rather than blue. Russia put on a cute smile—yet conveying very faint nervousness.

"Oh, I like it. You look very cute."

Russia let out a panicked yelp as Belarus grabbed his hand and squeezed it intensely, "I am making you a red sweater. I would be happy if you wore it around Christmas..."

"Okay, okay! I will think about it!"

She blinked a few times at him, then nodded before walking over to her empty chair, "I love you."

Russia waved his crushed hand around with a quivering lip, "Very painful love..."

Lithuania smiled at Belarus, but was completely disregarded. He dipped his head down and cleared his throat nervously, "Uh, okay, so we were given this mysterious gift..."

"Da-a, is it new atomic bomb?"

He pushed a fairly large—but thin—box of chocolates onto the table, everyone but Belarus raised their eyebrows in surprise. Ukraine leaned forward and scratched her eyebrow, "Chocolate?"

Russia smiled, "Is it explosive chocolate?"

Lithuania shook negatively, "It's clearly just a gift, maybe from Hungary?"

Belarus blinked only once within the past two minutes, "It is clearly a gift for me and big brother Russia, for our anniversary."

The soviet leader nearly choked on his food after hearing this, then merely dipped his head down with a squirming mouth and closed eyes, "W- we have an anniversary..?"

Latvia raised an eyebrow, "These could have come from anywhere, but, still, they're kinda expensive looking..."

Lithuania narrowed one eyebrow and nodded, "Yeah, that makes me think it came from someone of high rank..."

Russia beamed at the gift, "It is probably from China. How pathetically kind of him!" he said excitedly.

Several looks of intrigue were still being given to the box, ultimately, Belarus was the first to express her intention on the matter, as she crossed her arms. "I'm not eating that, it will ruin my figure."

Ukraine nodded, "The gift is probably for you, Russia. I wouldn't feel good taking from it."

The three Baltics nodded in unison, leaving Russia to hum. "Well, that is a lot of chocolate for me to eat..." he closed his eyes excitedly and rubbed his hands together, "I will shoot them up into space and make it a Russian satellite."

Everyone but Belarus grunted, Latvia being the first to turn his head, "You want to put the chocolate into a rocket?"

"Yes."

"But-"

Belarus clawed the table and gave Latvia a cold gaze, "Do not question big brother's decision..." she hissed.

Lithuania lowered his eyelids and grabbed the box, "So-o, you'd like me to send this off with our next rocket?"

"Yes."

Estonia shrugged, "Not the best choice of spending, in my opinion, but-"

Before he could finish, Russia had given him an almost insane look. His eyes seemingly began to glow while smiling, as if a dark aura had suddenly surrounded the figure. Estonia gritted his teeth and grunted nervously.

"Bu-ut..?" Russia asked with a dark smile.

"Nothing! It is a good decision!"

Russia nodded, "Then we will be the first to send chocolate into space."

Ukraine tapped her finger over her lip and hummed, "Maybe we could share some of it with our allies before the launch."

Russia immediately shot down this proposal, "East Germany called in sick today. He is in no mood to eat chocolate."

After having eaten so much of the gifted chocolate, Prussia kicked open the door to a nearby bathroom and grunted. He charged over to a garbage bin and quickly dumped what chocolate he had left away—no longer desiring to eat more. Of course, what he didn't know, was that the chocolate he had been eating was expired, courtesy of NATO.

He ran his hands under the sink and splashed the water over his face, "Ugh, the awesome Prussia is not feeling so awesome right now..." he groaned and grabbed onto his stomach, then widened his eyes. He immediately made a turn for the garbage bin and placed his other hand over his mouth.

"And now, I must have an awesome vomit..."

To be continued...