Chapter 2

1945 – The war has officially ended.

America is not proud of how it had all occurred, but he knew that there could have been no other way. After the dropping of the atomic bombs, the world was a different place. No one had ever seen weapons of that magnitude, and many countries felt that America wasn't responsible enough to handle them. Other's however, looked at the bombs in awe. They had seen what destructive power they held, and had wanted it for themselves.

Russia was one of those nations who had a particular interest in the A-bomb.

"Alfred, may I speak with you?" Arthur held a rolled up document in his hand. Alfred raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Sure Arthur, what's up?"

"Well remember that conference we had last week?" Arthur clenched the paper tightly.

"The one with our bosses? Sure I do. What about it?"

I think Russia's up to something. I think he's been planning something behind out backs." The English gentleman handed his former colony the document. "My boss discovered this on a recent trip to visit Stalin. I'm not to sure about what it says, but the sketches are enough to cause worry."

Alfred unraveled the paper and gasped slightly. There were many notes scribbled along the paper's edge in the jumbled mess Russia called a language. America wasn't concerned with that at the moment. He would figure out exactly what it all meant later. For now, there was one thing that caught his eye. At the center of it all was what caused eyes to widen. There was what appeared to be a drawing of a bomb. His bomb. An Atomic Bomb, there was no way it could be anything less, not after what was displayed at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. There lay every detail to create another one of those demonic bombs. The labor of his scientists had been stolen by Russia's cold fingers.

America felt his heart drop. He quickly rolled up the paper and tucked it inside his trademark bomber jacket.

"Did you show this to anyone else?" Alfred's voice was laced with uncharacteristic seriousness. His face scrunched up slightly behind his glasses.

Arthur noticed this and was a little distraught, thought showed no sign of this. "Of coarse not. This is precious information."

"Good. Do not mention this to the others. I don't want them getting involved." Alfred quickly turned on his heel and hastily walked towards the nearest door.

Arthur didn't even have enough time to react until he was halfway gone. "Wait, Alfred! Where are you going?"

"To go talk to Russia about this!"

England sighed and crossed his arms. This wouldn't end well, he just knew it. "What other horrors could we be forced to go through next?"

Alfred left the UN building so quickly that no one in the nearby halls adjacent to the front door noticed him leave. With fire in his eyes and the spirit of Lady Liberty herself, Alfred was determined to get to the bottom of this. Where had Russia gotten the plans? Were there spies within his own country? Impossible. There was no way. America figured he would figure out the 'where' half later. What concerned him the more, was the 'why'. Why did Russia feel the need to make atomic bombs? Had he not seen the total destruction they leave behind? From what he had heard, Kiku was covered in third degree burns and barely breathing and his people were mutated and deformed.

"I can't let him build anymore of those weapons from hell. God, why did I even use them in the first place?!" Alfred screamed at himself as he passed in the yard, waiting for his limo to arrive. He stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly, it hit him.

He, America, had used the bombs for warfare. Now that the war was over, Russia had no use for them.

Sky blue eyes widened behind Texas.

'Unless he wished to create his own war.' He thought. Against who, Alfred was afraid to know. The world was completely destroyed by the second World War. None of the other nations could live through another war…

Except Russia and himself.

Reality struck a chord and it left a horrible note banging against his eardrums.

From a second story window, the bulky Russian watched the younger nation with a sly grin.

"He knows...Fantastic." His smile was one the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

As Alfred's limo finally arrived, Ivan left the window's view.