Chapter 1. Sane Beginnings…
December 7th 1940
It was a cold, winter night in Moscow, as there was a blizzard. The temperature was -32.1 Celsius, and many people were cold and starving as the scarcity for food and needs.
In the midst of all the frost, and poverty lived Ivan Braginsky. A tall man , wearing a warm coat, lavender scarf and warm boots. He was the national personification of Russia, and so, he lived in a house.
Ivan prepared himself some tea, and he sat down at a table, alone. He looked out his window and noticed the cold, wintery night and he sighed. He would be alone like this for many other days, maybe even weeks. Ivan gently picked up his tea and gently took a sip of it. He flinched, it was way to hot for him, but that's alright.
Ivan was later finished drinking his tea, and he put it on his kitchen counter. He looked at his clock for a moment and noticed the time, 11:42 PM. It was late for him and he should get rest.
~ I
The dawn later came and so, Ivan woke. It felt lonely sometimes, as no one would really talk to him unless its his boss and sometimes Ludwig. Germany and the Soviet Union had an 'alliance' for now and so sometimes Ivan could speak to Ludwig. Ivan doubted that he could speak to anyone these days, who in there right mind would even go to Russia right now in the winter? Especially with a war going on.
Ivan got ready for a another day of loneliness and boredom. He really had nothing to do today then read or try to scavenge for supplies. I think I might try go head outside today Ivan thought. As Ivan opened his door, an extreme gust of cold wind hit his face, Ivan quickly closed his door preventing frost to get in his house.
Ivan looked around, and noticed the snow on the ground. He gasped, the snow was big, and honestly Ivan began to regret his decisions. But, atlas, he has to go, maybe he can find someone out here.
Ivan walked aimlessly through the streets of Moscow, looking for someone. Ivan looked to his left, he noticed a figure in the distance. The figure seemed to be getting closer, and closer and he realized it was..
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England.
Ivan was confused, what is ENGLAND doing here? England rushed to Ivan and gasped. "Hello lad." Ivan starred. "Privet..?"
Arthur took deep breaths. "You.. You uh probably are wondering what I'm doing here.. Out in your.. Cold.." Ivan nodded.
"Well, I was wondering." Ivan pointed out.
"What are you doing?"
Ivan looked confused. "What do you mean?" Ivan looked at the freezing brit. "Well, like.. What are your plans..? For like.. Ludwig, Feliciano and Kiku" Ivan gently smiled. "Not too sure, Ludwig didn't really do anything to me, yet."
Arthur looked confused. By now Germany would probably try to get Russian territory, as there's plenty of it. "Oh, but.. What if lets say he tries to get your territory?" the Russian laughed.
"Crush his skull and feed it to the people."
Arthur starred. "Oh..! Well, okay then lad." Arthur couldn't really admit this, and many others but Ivan was a bit.. scary.. Maybe its cause Ivan is strong, or maybe because he just is. "I.. better get going-" Ivan frowned. "Do you know what America is doing?"
Arthur thought for a moment, "I thought Alfred would somewhat also fight alongside with us, since he likes guns." Ivan remarked. "Well.. Yes, but he just sends us aid. Nothing else.. For all I know, until he's provoked he really wont try to fight, probably busy eating hamburgers.." Ivan gently laughed. "Fair."
~ I
The brit left Russia, and probably headed back home, and once again Ivan was alone,
Ivan hated to be alone, honestly. Maybe when the war stops and the weather warms, he wont be lonely anymore.
Ivan noticed the grocery shop from a distance, he felt his pockets and he realized he has some rubles. Ivan counted his money.
"7000 and thirty cents, замечательно"
Ivan headed to the shop, he needed to get some more food and supplies. He's getting tired of plain water and bread.
"Hello, Braginsky." The cashier lazily yawned. "What would you like?" Ivan laughed a little. "Your flesh." The cashier's eyes widened. "Sir- Sir I'm sorry! Really am! What I meant to say is uh.. What would you like-" Ivan smiled. "Its quite alright, I was kidding." The cashier signed in relief. Ivan began to pace around the shop, looking for products to buy or take with. The store was quite empty, as only a couple old women and there grandkids were there. "I want candy!" Ivan spun around to notice a little boy with his father in the isle Infront of where Ivan was. "No, Vadim, you cant have candy.."
Ivan walked out with acetone, tea bags, some meat, flour, and other things. He paid 4500 rubles, meaning he still has some left.
~ A
December 9th 1940.
It was snowing quite gently in Washington, nothing was quite bad, yet. America was at peace right now, and watching from outside his house was "Mr. America" himself, Alfred F. Jones.
The personification of America itself. Alfred was wearing a odd coat, a dark tie and a green suit. He has blue eyes and blond hair.
Alfred was 'hanging out' with his brother, Matthew Williams, which represented Canada. "So, hows your uh.. Maple Syrup state?" Matthew sighed. "Canada isn't a maple syrup state, Alfred." Alfred laughed. "You sure?" Matthew silently nodded. Just like Alfred, Matthew had blond hair and a similar esce appearance to Alfred, however, Matthew wore a long tan coat, and carried with himself a bear, sometimes people couldn't really hear Matthew, as he was quiet, but at least Alfred could.
"Have you heard about the new fast-food place they built here? It's called Mc Donalds and its amazing!" Alfred proudly smiled. Matthew laughed a little. "Course you're thinking of fast food.." Alfred's smile faded. "Hey! I'm the one who isn't a British colony still!" Matthew was thrown aback by this statement. "I'm the one who can get Arthur-" Alfred laughed nervously. " Hes fighting a war with Germany, ain't he?" Matthew nodded.. "Exactly my point bro."
"Yo, should I join that war with like europe, where-ever that is?" Alfred smiled. Matthew's eyes widened. "Are you being serious?!" Alfred jumped. Matthew had never yelled at him like that. "What? What's wrong, younger bro?" He said nervously. Matthew looked at him. "You're going to get killed by like Soviet Union or Germany." Alfred looked confused. "What is Soviet Union, again?" Matthew sighed. He hated being the "smarter" twin. "Russia."
Alfred smiled. "You think Ivan's gonna attack me with his metal pipe thing? You must be paranoid. For I am the HERO!" Alfred said with pride and arrogance. Matthew crossed his arms. " Tu es ennuyeux.." Alfred gagged. "Ew french.." Matthew smiled. He had an idea. "Je connais le français, et toi non ! Perdant!" Alfred looked disappointed. "You're starting to sound like Francis everyday bro.."
Matthew gasped. "Oh- Never mind. I'll just uh…" Alfred laughed loudly. "NO WAY-" He started to wheeze. "Holy crap.."
~ I
"Alright.. Things are going by plan, da..?"
Ludwig looked nervously at the Russian.
"Yes, everything is going according to plan."
Ivan gently smiled. He put away his metal pipe, and Ludwig sighed in relief. All the sudden, Ivan's eyes darkened. "You wont try to get my country, will you?" Ludwig nervously looked at Ivan. Yes, He was planning to take over Russia, but for now.. He has to lie. "No, I wont. Promise.." Ivan looked uncertain. "Okay.."
Ivan grabbed his metal pipe/faucet and softly hit Ludwig. Ludwig tumbled to the ground in surprise and he looked at Ivan. "What the hell!?" Ivan smiled. "This is what would happen if you tried, but it would be more painful, da." Ludwig starred in surprise and stood up. "Well damn. How come you're a better fighter then my.. group?" Ivan remembered that Ludwig was allies with Italy and Japan, Feliciano and Kiku. "What do you mean? Kiku seems strong."
Ludwig sighed. "You literally just hit me without trying and I felt pain. Feliciano only knows how to make food well, otherwise we would be living of sausages or something. But, though he's.. okay, he's quite a wimp." Ludwig paused for a moment, then continued. "See how I haven't attempted to invade you yet? Exactly my point.." Ludwig's tone seemed grimmer then usual.
"Oh. Fair then."
~I
December 30th, 1940.
Today was a day like no other, it was someone's birthday. The dawn of December 30th began, and thus Ivan woke. He looked out the window and noticed; the snow melted a tiny bit. Ivan turned on the radio and heard that todays forecast was -15. Warmer.
Of course, Ivan had to head outside to get his mail, how could he forget? Maybe someone sent him something?.. He opened his mail box and noticed a small package and a few letters.
He got all of his stuff and headed home to read them all.
Dear Ivan
You are a cool bro, happy birthday!
Hows the ice in moscow? Where ever that is.. Matthew just sorta told me your there.
I kinda missed hanging out with you bro, your quite scary sometimes but your chill.
Sent you a dried sunflower since I know you love those,
L- Your AWESOME HERO OF A FRIEND,
Alfred F. Jones
Ivan noticed the letter written by Alfred, and noticed in the envelope indeed was a dried sunflower.
Ivan laughed a little at Alfred's writing.
"Crazy. He's like around my age yet cant write."
Ivan began to open the other envelope.
Dear Ivan,
Hello from Canada! You probably got the letter from my brother by now.. Hope you understood his writing.. Hopefully. Anyway, I hope you have a great birthday and stuff.
Matthew Williams.
Ivan looked at Alfred's sibling's letter. Seemed way neater then whatever Alfred wrote down.
3 more envelopes to read, then a package to open. Ivan smiled. His last birthday was way more lonely, as he only got 2 letters that year, Ludwig and Alfred.
Ivan!
Greetings mate, how you doing? Sorry last time I saw you was quite awkward, but its okay lad. I still haven't forget the tea you gave me like.. A few years ago or so for my birthday. Thanks.
I know your not fighting yet with anyone but perhaps change your mind about Ludwig?
Your friend,
Arthur Kirkland.
Happy Birthday, dear friend..
You up for some wine with me and the others for your birthday? We will be celebrating in Paris (Not as if I'm already always in Paris getting drunk of wine..) Je suis joyeux! Joyeux anniversaire.
Francis Bonnefroy.
And so, Ivan began to read his last letter.
Prepare for HELL.
You are a mistake.
Ivan was confused, who wrote this? Ivan knew it cant be Alfred, because Alfred has.. Somewhat slanted and worse writing. Oh well..
He began to unwrap his package, carefully and thoughtfully so he does not ruin what's inside.
As he finished unwrapping, he noticed its a bottle of Vodka. A note, and a tiny American flag.
A another gift, from Alfred? How come he didn't write before hand about it? He opened the letter.
Sorry! Didn't write you bout this in the previous letter, haha my mistake.
Love you dude..
(as a friend…)
Alfred f. Jones
Ivan warmly smiled. He couldn't recall the last time he had a good vodka, or anything.
~A
December 30th 1940.
Alfred was at his desk, bored. What can he do today? Literally quite nothing. Boring.
Matthew said he locked Francis in a random house's basement in Quebec, just to keep Francis away from being a public menace. Apparently since now Ludwig has all of France, Francis was able to escape and flee to Canada as a refugee till it all ends and everything is good. Alfred honestly cant imagine how bothersome or annoying it must be to have FRANCIS as a prisoner or so. Matthew did say he doesn't live at the home, but still just locked Francis up. Guess Matthew is doing the world a favor.
Today was Ivan's birthday, and so Alfred did send Ivan some letters, and a package containing Ivan's most favorite drink , Vodka.
Alfred grabbed his phone and dialed 13 21 18 4 5 18 5 18. Ivans number.
" Allo?"
"Ivan!"
"Alfred!"
"How are you?"
"Good, thanks for the things."
"You're welcome! Bet you got bored of having nothing."
"How come you didn't call me before hand?"
"Uh…"
"What?"
"Busy stuff."
Alfred looked around nervously
"What do you mean by busy"
"Uhm.."
"Were you just being a fat swine eating food?"
"Hey!"
Alfred hung up. He could NOT take this type of diss.
Stupid Russian, Alfred thought
Alfred noticed a piece of paper on his desk, he never left it there before but its there, so why not read it?
"All will die, One will stay. Beware the flowers of the sun."
" The one who lives from the insanity shall regret all. "
" From sane to insane, the nightmare grows. "
"Addictive's ruin the ruined."
Alfred stared. He quickly adjusted his glasses. What the hell does this.. Note even MEAN?
Weird. Who would even put it there? Matthew does not write like that, and most Europeans are busy. So who?
Alfred came to the conclusion to just ignore it for now, like.. What is it even worth? Who cares? Exactly. It's.. nothing! Nothing at all. Ignore it!
Alfred watched the winter sunset, it was peaceful, sure, daylight savings make this sunset earlier then it should be, but still. amazing..
~ I
It's been a few shots of vodka and Ivan cant even put himself together. It feels so.. Relaxing to be drunk in the cold winter. Nothing to worry anymore, after all, tomorrow is new years eve and today is his birthday. Who could ask for such perfection?
Ivan heard a knock. He walked to the door and struggled to turn the door knob. Outside, he noticed Feliciano. "AHHH! Vi, I didn't know you would open the door that fast!" Feliciano nervously said. "Anyway.. Uh happy birthday! I made you some pasta." Ivan frowned. "Seriously?" Feliciano looked nervously at Ivan. Ivan pulled out his metal pipe/faucet. "Okay.. Come in."
"What- Why?"
"Cause I have made you something to drink, of course." Ivan and Feliciano headed to the kitchen. "Have a seat." Feliciano sat at the dining table. "So, what are your plans for this wanderful day!" Ivan smiled. "Just.. drink vodka or whatever." Feliciano frowned. "It isn't healthy for you though!" Ivan rolled his eyes. He went to Feliciano and handed him his 'drink'. Wine with 30% acetone in the compound. This is sure to knock out Feliciano for a bit.
"Thank you so much!" Feliciano smiled. Feliciano left Ivan's pasta on the kitchen counter while Ivan sat down at the table. "Well, what do you have to say about your friends, Ludwig and Kiku?" Feliciano grinned. "I'm planning to fight alongside with them! I think I'll beat everyone with my friends if we tried harder!" Ivan's expression became grin. Innocent. He thought.
"Uhm.. Russia.. Ivan.. what did you put in this.. Drink?" Feliciano looked doozy. "Nothing. The drink is fine. You're being overdramatic, my friend." Feliciano began to shiver. He began to wheeze violently and was turning blue. He fell of his chair and looked like he was drowning in air. "Help me! Ivan! Ludwig! Someone… help… me…" Feliciano fainted and Ivan looked around nervously
. Do I preserve his body or something? Not sure… aha.. Ivan shrugged. He got a shot glass and drank a shot of vodka and instantly felt good.. Again.. He needed more, Vodka is bitter but you get used to it. Wonderful, isn't it.
Ivan woke up from his drunken spell and realized what just happened. He poisoned Feliciano. He killed.. His friend. Ivan walked looked at his kitchen and found the cold, Feliciano laying there. He thought.. But as it turns out, the dose of what Ivan thought was 30% acetone was 90%. He fed Feliciano literal toxins.
For some reason, the vodka was making Ivan addicted. Either Alfred added additive drugs or American vodka is just like that. He drank 5 more shots and again, got drunk.
Ivan grabbed his metal pipe and began beating the.. The random blue wobbly thing on his ground, what even is that? He assumed its probably something else. Some red liquid came pouring out and he repeatedly hit it, it seemed to be stiff, not sure what it is but it sure looks odd.
~ I
"Breaking news! Feliciano Vargas has gone missing. No nation knows what to do, as without Feliciano, what is italy..? Some say he got murdered, some blame on the cold. It's uncertain of what happened, but Japan and Germany will stop at NOTHING to find him."
Ivan woke up, distraught and confused. What happened to Feliciano. And then, it hit him.
While Ivan was drunk, he murdered Feliciano. He took someone else's life. He killed a nation.
He committed unforgivable crimes.
"Anyway's, todays forecast is -21 degrees. If you are going outside then wear proper wear."
Ivan scoffed. As if he is going outside today.. After what he did. Why did he do it.. Just why..
He walked down stairs and noticed the dried blook and the dead, Feliciano. Last night, the blue thing that he was hitting was actually.. Feliciano.
He killed Italy itself. He committed unforgivable crimes.. He needed to hide the body! So, he grabbed a large garbage bag and put Feliciano's remains in the bag. He sealed the bag and hid it in his "dark" room. "So long.. Comrade.." He whispered silently.
~A
"... No nation knows what to do, as without Feliciano what is italy…?"
Alfred couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What." He looked at Matthew. "Don't look at me as if I did it!" Alfred sighed. "Sorry."
Matthew grabbed his polar bear. "It's alright.."
"Well, what happens to Italy now?"
Alfred thought for a moment. Without ITaly, what would europe be like? No pasta, no great food.. No pizza.. . NO PIZZA? Damn it. Whoever was behind it will pay. "Could this have something to do with the note you found? About like.. 'All will die' or something?" Matthew pointed out.
"Not sure.. But whoever did this will pay a great amount.." Matthew face palmed. "Are you just saying this because you miss pizza more then you miss Feliciano?" Alfred chuckled. "No, no."
Matthew shrugged. "Its tiring being just a colony sometimes.. And also tiring being with you." Alfred starred. "You serious right now?" Matthew shook his head. Alfred pointed at himself. "You better not be, because I'm the HERO!" Matthew swore he saw a faint american flag behind Alfred. But then, it disappeared. Sometimes Alfred could be a bit.., odd sometimes.
Alfred then got back to mourning Feliciano. He missed the funny, positive dummy.
"Pasta!" Feliciano said with glory. "Yes, Pasta." Alfred smiled. The world meeting was going well, Feliciano made everybody pasta, out of his own generosity. " Well, Do you like it?! Is it good?" Alfred nodded while gobbling the pasta. "Mhm!" He said while eating violently. "Alfred, don't eat while talking. Gross." Arthur pointed out. "Your not the judge of me, Eyebrows!" Feliciano grinned. "Glad you like it.."