Months had passed since America's capture. England and the Continental Alliance had wasted no time in plotting how to rescue America from Canada, who mysteriously snapped into insanity and was waging war on the world. From the beginning, Canada was aided by Russia, and still remained the leader's faithful right-hand man and bulky bodyguard. The Polar Army was now also aided by Prussia and Sealand, who were both tricked into alliance by being bribed with countryhood, China, who had joined willingly because of America's amazingly high debt to him, and various other countries who joined either out of fear, force, or hatred. The method of how never really mattered to the Canadian, as long as he had power.
He did keep good track of who he had on his side, however.
And one day he happened to notice a little girl walking around his home quietly, not wanting to attract attention to herself. The Canadian raised an eyebrow, and walked slowly towards her. The little brown-haired girl's pace began to quicken at the sound of footsteps, but she froze at the Canadian's voice.
"Child, what are you doing walking around here all by yourself?"
The girl turned around fearlessly to face him with blank eyes.
"Извините?" she asked, pretending to not know English. Though the Russian she spoke was hint enough of where she could have come from, and it lowered Canada's suspicions slightly. But there was still the question of who she was.
"Вы говорите по-английски?" Canada asked her. He had picked up some Russian from back in the day, when Alaska had belonged to him. The girl hesitated.
"…Da." She spoke in an even quieter voice than before.
"Good. Now, you have a name?"
"…Kaliningrad," said the little girl. "Can I please go back to Big Brother Russia now?" She knew very well that Canada was Russia's superior, and to not be rude to him.
"Big Brother, eh?" Canada paused for a moment in thought, then shouted "Russia! Come here!" Almost immediately, the bulky Russian was downstairs at at attention.
"Yes, sir! What is—" It was then that he noticed little Kaliningrad. "Little sister, what are you doing down here?"
"I came down to get you some vodka and cakes, Brother. You looked so tired, I thought it would help," she answered.
"Don't worry about me. I'm okay. Now go back up to your room," Russia told her. Canada raised an eyebrow at Russia, finding it odd to see him so soft towards this little girl. It made him question Russia's real usefulness as a soldier. No, Russia was a good ally to have. He had so many soldiers at his disposal, and he alone was enough to take down any militia England could send. He knew he couldn't risk having Russia turn against him.
Kaliningrad gave Canada a small glance of suspicion with her blank expression as she scampered back upstairs. When she was gone, Canada let out a light sigh.
"Russia, I've been thinking… It's time to start showing those Continentals what we're really capable of," he said.
"You mean invasion?" Russia smiled at the thought, imagining Japan bloody and on the ground in defeat. Canada grinned.
"Invasion… It sounds so forced and evil. I prefer to just call it a visit." Russia snickered a little at this.
"Sounds like fun."
"Ugh. Those damn bastards dragged us right into the middle of the war. Why'd you have to agree to that stupid Alliance and drag me into this with you, you bastard? I don't care about any damn America, or Canada!" Romano spat at his younger brother as the two sat in front of their home in full military uniform with two heavy-looking guns by their feet. (Veneciano was ignoring the gun and was looking for a white flag, just in case)
"But Romano, we've got to be the good guys! Besides, all our brothers are helping in this, why not us?" Italy said excitedly.
"What are you talking about? Spain isn't part of this war at all! The bastard abandoned us here!" Romano shouted. He crossed his arms in frustration, and his helmet slid down to his nose. The tense silence was broken by a wicked chuckle.
"Don't worry, my tomato-loving Italian. I know exactly where you're coming from," Canada said as he approached the house. The younger of the Italy brothers shrieked and started to scramble around for a white flag. Romano's eyes narrowed, though he was just as shaken as his brother.
"My older brother would drag me into wars and quarrels I didn't want to be in all the time. Want to know how I dealt with him?" Canada held up a pistol as he continued to walk, and shot the Italian in blue as he scrambled in a panic. Almost immediately after the horrific boom of the gun, Veneciano stopped moving. Not even a little 'Ve' escaped his lips. Just silence.
Romano's eyes widened in horror. He said nothing as he stared at his fallen brother. Rage began to build inside him, and he reached for the gun beside him. All in one motion, Romano picked up the gun and stood up, pointing it at the Canadian. Blinded by fury and the want to avenge his brother, he charged head on towards the killer.
"YOU BASTAAAARD!" Romano shouted at the top of his lungs. Another gunshot pierced the air, and the Italian collapsed in mid-run.
Canada grinned in the deathly silence.
"Canada, do you want me to take them back with us?" Russia asked as he walked up from behind Canada, bending over to look at Romano as he laid awkwardly on the dirt.
"No. Leave them here, as a warning," Canada said, still grinning wickedly. "As a threat." Russia nodded and stood back up, and the two turned to leave the scene.
"Oy, Italy! I need to talk to you about so—ITALY?" Germany froze in his tracks to see the two Italians bloody on the ground.