The Reverse Cold War

Prologue: World War One

During World War One, the self-proclaimed 'hero,' Russia, wished for neutrality. He didn't like wars, especially not ones involving massive stalemates that could not be broken.

His isolationist attitude annoyed the Allies to no end. Britain, France, and the American Empire kept pestering him to join the war. But (although 'the hero' would never admit it to anyone) he was scared. Scared that he would lose himself in the quagmire of Western politics.

His factories were envied across the world, by East and West alike. His population was a melting pot of people who had escaped their countries to find freedom in Russia.

But he faced one of the hardest choices of his life. Britain had recently come to him with a note written in Germny's handwriting: the Zimmerman Telegraph.

It was offering Ukraine, his sister, large portions of Russian territory if she revolted against him. Natually, she had refused, but why han't she come to him? He was hurt, and somewhat scared. What else could his sisters be hiding from him?

Russia shook the thought from his head and picked up the telephone on his desk. It was a hotline straight to England's house in London.

"England?" Russia asked in his loud, flamboyant voice.

"Is that you, Russia?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to tell you that I am joining the Allied Powers."

England sounded almost surprised. "Really?"

Rusia put on his famous 'hero' grin, even though England was a thousand miles away and couldn't see. "Hell yes! I am the hero, da?"

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During World War One, the Empire of America snapped. He had been fighting for the Allies for ages, and the slaughterhouse of the American and Western Fronts were wearing him down. Having to send troops to help England and France fight Germany WHILE holding Canada back at his border was just too hard.

So, he snapped. That snap took the form of the Glorious September Revolution. America had always been slightly insane since his independence from England, but as he watched the blood of his Emperor, his old leader, spread across the aluminum surface of his baseball bat, something in his eyes told the world that this new America wanted blood. He wanted death.

For ten years, a civil war raged between White and Red Armies across his lands. Washington, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, most of his major cities lay in ruins. Millions of his people had died. And even as this civil war raged, he withdrew from World War One, being forced to pay millions in reparations to Canada.

But, when the guns finally fell silent, the Red side of America had prevailed. His clothes were stained with the blood of his own people, his glasses were cracked and askew on his face, and he was injured everywhere. But the new superpower, the United Socialist States of America, knew that his time would come.

He plotted revenge. And he knew that he would get it.

Quietly, he began to utter the verbal tic that sent chills down the spines of almost all the nations of the world. A tic that often signaled the end of a nation at the hands of his baseball bat.

"Wamwamwamwamwamwam..."