England stumbled through the smoldering ruins of London. His chest was on fire, hurting in a way that only came about when a nation's capital, its heart, was destroyed. How? How did we lose? We were atop the world! How did we lose? How did we...
He fell to his knees, clutching his aching heart. All the other Axis countries had been defeated. Germany... Japan... Canada... Italy...
And where had resistance got him? Where had being the last fascist country left put him? All it had accomplished was to have Russia drop a couple of atomic bombs on him.
England was about to stand up again when he was suddenly surrounded.
It was them, the hated Allies.
Russia, his idiotic grin plastered across his face. Finland, looking a bit uncomfortable at the destruction around him. Poland, in one of his stupid miniskirts. China, ready for battle in a fighting stance. The communist bastard, America, with his bloodstained baseball bat and creepy smile.
England glared at Russia. "Hero, my arse. You did this."
Russia's smile melted away. "I did what I had to, England," he said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. "I would do it again if I had to."
"Are you going to surrender, or do I have to add some more pretty red stains to my bat?" America asked.
The other Allies stared at him with distaste.
England coughed into his arm, and a bit of blood spattered his sleeve. "You all make me sick." He took a deep breath. "All right, fine. You win. I surrender. Happy now?"
There was silence as the Allies processed this. Then all hell broke loose.
Russia grabbed Finland's hands and started spinning his friend around and around. "YEAH! WE WON! WE WON!"
Finland grinned. "Yeah!"
Russia let go and began doing a cossack dance, squatting low and kicking his legs out in impossible directions.
America simply smiled creepily and wiped his bloodstained baseball bat off with a cloth.
China pounded Russia and Poland on the back, while Poland said, "Oh my god, like, I sooo can't believe we won!"
England ignored their happy antics, instead opting to slump against a wall. The pain in his heart and on his arm where the atomic bombs had struck London and Manchester was aching. The Eastern Allies were too busy to notice as America grasped England by the shoulder. "England, my friend. I think you should come with me."
England tried to resist, but the pain in his chest was too great. America picked him up like a rag doll and carried him out of the light, away from the celebrating Eastern Allies. He smiled his creepy smile. One more country to become one with me!