Hmmm… tell you what since I can't directly insert a relationship into this section of the story I will do so next one.
Chapter 38: The Great War Part 10, Revolution part 2
The Soviet backing in Russia was unbelievable, the failure to keep the peace and stability during the war, brought on by the incompetent czar Nicolas the second who was more a family man than a leader of nations, led to the full scale revolution. Also I would like to note this, the Russian Revolution, was actually very… much the oppisit of what is expected of one, it was not very bloody, infact it was almost peaceful… note the word almost. Also this is by no way a historicaly accurate representation of the actual Russian revolution, this is only for entertainment purposes.
Ivan now had an indescribably terrifying smirk on his face his sanity cracked after so many fragil centuries. Ivan stood in front of a large grouping of lower class people, and workers, all of them bearing the hammer and sickle flag of the Soviet Union, the blood red flag fitting well with the blazing fires in the background as the revolution went on. Ivan's childish face and smile were filled with mal intent to what he would do if he ever got his hands on the Czar, the man he once faithfully served for centuries, unquestioning, yet now with his fate in his own hands Ivan couldn't help feeling that this was not right, like a part of him just wants it all to be peaceful like a field of sunflowers.
The Revolution spread like a wildfire through out Russia the White government unable to surpress it. Quickly the red army began to form taking those they would, any able bodied man to fight their enemy. The ideal of equality amongst the classes made just about anyone who wasn't nobility shiver with delight at the idea.
The Red flag of the revolution, marched on unstopped until it reached St. Petersburg. There it would be that the first major battle of the revolution would take place, between White Russia, and Red Russia (1). The bolshivks red flag fell behind them as their makeshift infantry was marched forward to take the capital of Russia. The Czars army came forward to meet them in the snowy battlefield. A man dressed in red with a black cap marched forward, his resemblance to Ivan was uncanny, this was Red Russia, the soviet union side of him. On the other a man dressed mostly in a white military uniform stepped forward, another Ivan look alike, this was White Russia, the Czarist side of him. The actual Ivan was standing with the Red Russia, because his people followed the red sides beliefs more firmly. Red Russia cried forth a battle cry to something like, "For the Workers!" The red army cheered and charged forward. White Russia cried forth, "For the Czar!" The Cossacks charged forth, on horse and foot. The two forces met in the middle white and red Russia at the backs of both armies watching forward to the unvailing fighting, Ivan however was being torn up inside, it felt like his heart would fall out of his body.
The battle raged on Ivan lay on the sidelines, still writhing in pain, his chest covered in blood, Red Russia smiled, while white Russia frowned, the heart of the Russian empire was being destroyed by all the blood shed, a new one would be needed to take its place. The two forces continued to fight, even though the peseant masses were less trained they held more heart than the Cossacks who were ever slowly being pushed back. However a familiar flag was seen in the distance… it was the flag of the Byzantine Empire, however Triestan was not there himself, instead it was just one of his generals. He had sent an army to aid the white government with their troubles, even though they weren't in the war that didn't mean that their ally would abandon them.
The Byzantine army brought with it fresh troops and fresh supplies, but even still something was wrong it seemed that even with this major advantage the red army would not faulter and just kept moving forward. Red Russia walked forward towering over his own troops towards the middle and white Russia did this as well, the two met in the middle their eyes locked, trying to win some sort of mental battle. Yet with each passing moment White Russia started to lose more and more of his ground and started to back away, fear immenant on his face, until the white army broke and retreated away from St. Petersburg.
Red Russia walked up to Ivan who's heart was jutting out of a literally weakend Russia. Red Russia kneeled down and ripped it out, and started to squish it with his black gloved hands. This cause Ivan to crumple up further, and Red Russia simply wispeard in his ears, "Do not worry, the heart of the rebellion shall become your own." Red Russia ripped out his own heart and placed it in Ivan's. Red Russia fell backwards dead, a smile on his face, his work was done, Ivan was now truly red Russia. The white government was doomed.
(1) Red Russia is the personification of the rebellion, while White Russia is the personification of the government trying to subdue the rebellion. Ivan represents the people and the country as a whole, the majority of the people were closer to the Red Russian way do to their faith in the communist ideal at the time.
Now I'm wondering as far as stories go, tell me which would you all prefer, an assassins creed crossover with Hetalia, or another straightforward Hetalia story? I'm leaving it to you guys because I want to try and appease the fan base more, besides I think I'll enjoy writing both, but Im not going to do both. Remember when Im done with this one I am going to make a sequal to "From City to Empire, Byzantium." So you can expect that in the future, the far future.