Chapter 1

A/N: Crap, I just realized that this meeting took place BEFORE the a-bomb. So this will be the new chapter 1 and the old chapter one will be chapter two. Sorry about the confusion!

1945 - The Yalta Conference

The Allied Powers met to discuss how to divide the spoils of the war. Germany and Italy sat before them, without Japan for obvious reasons. He was occupied fighting off the Allied armies. Currently, Germany is the topic of choice. Some countries want to divide his land according to who had fought the longest or the hardest against the Nazi's. Others saw that as completely ridiculous. Each of the Allied nations (aside from China, who had not attended the meeting for some reason) claimed that all of Germany should go to his country for numerous reasons.

Germany sat in silence as all this went on, hands cupped together in his lap. His future was being decided before him, and he had no say. He would never dare say it, but Ludwig was frightened of what the outcome could be. Italy placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder and smiled. No words need be spoken.

After much deliberation, which seemed more like bickering, Alfred stood before the fallen German. Their decision had finally been made. Ludwig sat proud in his chair, fearing the worst.

"Well Ludwig, we've decided not to dissolve you completely." Germany felt a weight being lifted. "But," Suddenly the weight seemed to press even harder. "Your land will be divided, as equally as possible, amongst the four of us. You will undergo critical demilitarization and Denazification. It will be hard, but with our help you'll be back on your feet in no time." Alfred flashed his signature smile at the German, who couldn't help but smile back.

The agreement certainly wasn't as bad as he originally thought it would be. From what he had seen and heard of Alfred helping England and France recover, he knew he was in good hands. All of the parties shook hands and Ludwig and Feliciano were allowed to leave.

But the meeting was far from over.

For the next several hours the Allies discussed what to do with Poland's communist government that had been installed by Russia during the war. Though some of the other nations wished to remove it all together, it was agreed that the government would be reorganized "on a broader democratic basis."

This was a much greater victory for the Motherland than the Allies could have imagined.

Next, The League of Nations, which had been a complete disaster, had to be fixed. America led the discussion on this, as his boss had proposed the idea originally. It was given a new name (that was "way cooler", according to the youngest nation); The United Nations. All of the Allies had been members of the old organization and so transferred their membership to the UN.

Except for Russia.

America, weary of the cold nation, asked his to join. Ivan smiled childishly and agreed. "I would like you to look over all of my 16 Soviet Socialist Republics to allow for their membership as well, da?"

It would be taken into consideration, but only two would be granted Russia's wish.

The meeting adjourned with much accomplished. The others all left in a hurry, saying something about going to inform China of their decisions. America glanced over at Russia, who was packing all of his papers away to return to his frozen lands. Russia had been particularly quiet throughout most of the meeting and that bothered the American. Just what was Ivan up to?

The larger man looked up to meet Alfred's gaze and faked his usual smile. "Can I help you with something, comrade?"

Alfred coughed and shook his head. "Sorry, I was zoning out. Long day, you know?"

"Da, but we accomplished much."

Alfred smiled and looked down at the suitcase in Ivan's hand. "Leaving so soon? The rest of us aren't leaving until the morning."

The Russian walked towards Alfred, who was standing in the doorway. He was easily a head taller than the blond, but that didn't keep Alfred from being smug. He smirked up at the older man. "Well, America, the trip home is very long and my boss wished to return as soon as possible. I cannot go against my boss, da?"

"I suppose not."

"Good. Now, if you will excuse me." Russia walked around the American, slightly bumping into him. Alfred quickly turned around to say something, but his better judgment said not to. Ivan paused just outside the room and looked over his shoulder at the young blond, violet eyes staring into sky blues.

"Oh, by the way Alfred, I would keep an eye on your boss if I was you. He did not look too good during today's meeting." And with that, Ivan walked down the long hallway and out to meet with Stalin.

America was left dumbstruck. "What the hell did he mean by that? He looked perfectly fine to me…"

"Hey, Al!" Someone called from the hallway. He peaked his head outside and saw his boss being wheeled towards him. He knew his boss hated being seen in a wheelchair; thought it made him look weak. But since the others had moved to a different room, he supposed it would be alright. Alfred's spirit quickly picked up as he ran over to meet his boss halfway. "FRD! How ya doing?"

His boss laughed. "Fine Al, just fine. Hey, how about we head home early? There's no reason to stay an extra night. Besides, we still need to figure out what we should do with Japan. He's very stubborn." The aid behind the president smiled to her personified country. Alfred looked down at his boss and raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, I don't mind! I'm in the mood for a hamburger anyway."

Again, the man in the wheelchair chuckled. "You're always in the mood for a hamburger."

"Heck yea!"

Roosevelt ushered for his aid to take him back to the presidential limo so they could hurry to the airport.

On the plane ride aboard Air Force One, Alfred was mesmerized by the sky. His thoughts flew around in his head as he watched the clouds dance by him. There had to be another reason for their leaving early. Sure, Japan still needed to be dealt with, but shouldn't that be discussed with the other Allies? Then his thought shifted back what Russia had said to him.

"I would keep an eye on your boss if I was you. He did not look too good during today's meeting."

Maybe Roosevelt was feeling ill, but how the heck did Russia know that?

Russia was probably planning something. This worried the young nation greatly.

The ride home was quite, not filled with Alfred's usually cheerful voice speaking of victory and hamburgers.

The American felt no victory, only anticipation of what was to come. He could only imagine.

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Two months after the The Yalta Conference, Franklin D. Roosevelt Passed away due to a stroke.

Alfred knew he could never trust the Russian again.