The Cold war

Russia smiled over the labor camp, 100's of coal dust covered soviets slammed picks down in to the rock. A Red flag with the hammer and sickly flying proudly in the sky. He looked over himself. Even his all black uniforms looked good. He grinned as a buzzer went off. All of them dropped there picks and suffend over the rocks back to there homes. He smiled, but so did the workers. They all got food. Helpings of vodka, some one the coal, and food and water, enough for there family. He was getting transfused to a different work space. A power plant that was by Kive. He went down from his tower, and went back home. He sisters, and all the other nations that staied with him were tighnt knit, and he loved them. He looked around, he had build this empire, and now they owned almost 1/5th of the world. Nothing could stop him.

America had heard about Russia' sudden growth in power and honestly he didn't like it. It wasn't just Russia though, there were other's part of the Soviet Union, but Russia was his main concern. He walked down the halls of the White House and stepped into his boss's office. He's been noticing the Soviet Union being mentioned a lot on the news lately. His people were afraid of the growing power, and their fear became his own. Russia could easily take him over, but he wouldn't let it happen. He would just have to destroy the other before he destroyed him. He didn't have anything against Russia though, just his form of government. It didn't give the people enough power, and it gave the government too much power. He looked at his boss both of their stare distant yet they both knew what the other was thinking. America's boss turned around in his chair and had his back to America, with his hands folded and arms cross. America just stood there waiting for orders. "Do you like the USSR's growing power?"
America blinked and thought about it, "I think....that it could be a threat, sir."
America's boss turned on the chair and looked at him and said, "Then I expect you to take all actions possible, in order to contain and destroy that power."
America swallowed and his throat went dry, "Yes sir." He left the room and he couldn't help but grin about it. He would have all the power and he would once again be the only World Superpower. He liked this. He liked this a lot. Russia has been getting too cocky lately, and that was America's job. America's job was to rub everything he had into everyone's faces.

Russia smiled at anything, and could kill anything he didn't like. He had nothing but power, land, and more power. He was strong and to the others, the only thing keeping them from starvation. Even his son Moscow worked. He was proud of his Empire. Everything was his right now. He was spreading Communism though the other nations, even Asia, and New Germany. He would have to try to keep going and burn to make things survivable. His boss lived with them, but that was OK. He yelled and screamed a lot, but was a good ruler. The KGB worked well, and currently had more than a few operations in America. Not spying, just making sure that sorry yank was not planing anything. He smiled, his life would never get better than this, so he might as well try to keep it going. He smiled, that president of Americas was to eger to be the best, but he cut his losses, and knew what he would win and what he could not. He always had.

At first when Russia had acquired Communism, America was glad because Russia had kicked monarchy in the ass. He established a government and he liked that, but when he found it that it was ONLY the government, the people barely had any say in it. That bothered him, what also bothered him was the power that had skyrocketed in only a few years. He didn't like that Russia had that much power, he didn't trust him to have that much power. He could take America out and he didn't like it. No doubt his people knew about the growing power of the Soviet Union. He felt their fear, worry and hate. It became his own and now for some reason he saw Russia, he got a chill down his spine and wanted to start a fight every time he saw the other. He also heard a few rumors that Russia was sending spies to spy on his country to find out to build nuclear weapons. Who knows he probably already had them. This stopped America in his tracks. Maybe Russia was already beginning to build them, and already beginning to form a plan to take them out. A sudden wave of paranoia washed over him and he ran back his boss's office and said, "We need to send spies to Russia!"
His boss was a bit taken back by the sudden outburst but a grin appeared on his face, "What made you come up with that notion America?" some what already knowing the answer , but wanted to hear it from America's mouth.
"Russia....the Soviet Union....his people....we can't trust them." he said
His boss chuckled, "We'll get the spies on it America....we'll see if they're are doing something suspicious...Like you said we can't trust them."
America nodded, "Yes sir, thanks."

Russia went though the nightly protocols. He woke up at the same time every morning, 3:00AM. He got up, sighing and just sitting for a long second. He loved his power, something he had never had alot of. As long as he kept getting power, he would be good. He stood up after his boss yelling at him to stop being so lazy. He nodded and smiled his bright and cherry smile. He got on the train, rushing though the dark and frozen woods to the new nuclear power plant. He walked inside. With the Soviet Industrial revolution going, new things were coming. He was king, he ruled, or some what. He was the new leader of the earth, no one could deny him, and with the way the unon worked, no one owuld ever dare to do so. The KGB was far more subtracted than another spy agency. He would never lose. He come back home after his day of work, admiring the tall red flag outside of his home. Nothing on earth could brake him

America would watch the new intently to see what was going on with Russia. They would send spies that spoke fluent Russian in a few days. They would have to live with Communism ruling over them, and he hated the thought of sending his people to live in such harsh conditions, but he knew their abilities and knew they would get out of it alright. That's all he did now, he was obsessed, so paranoid. Russia. He had so much power. He was scared and fearful. He stood in an apartment he had rented out looking at the newspapers articles, the pictures any reports on what movements the Soviet Union was making and trying to decipher what their future plans might be. He couldn't....he didn't know. The feeling of paranoia was just slowly eating at him, he hated the feeling. The feeling of fear creeping over him, the feeling of no longer being superior, the feeling of knowing someone could take him out and destroy him. He threw some papers in frustration and a grin appear on his face. He would just have to take Russia and the other little countries out. It would be easy, make the smaller countries turn against Russia. "I can do this....no one messes with the hero... I'm doing this for the good of the people. My people and the people of Russia." he let himself believe that, and he would make other's believe that too. Make him look like the hero yet again, who doesn't like a savior of the people? He went into the kitchen and pulled out some McDonald's. People wondered why he ate so much? The power could be overwhelming, and he needed something to nourish him and give him enough energy to keep him standing. He took a bite of the burger and contemplated the steps he would take.

He couldn't deny that Russia and him had been close before America had started getting all paranoid. They shared a love of Space and the stars. He was also a good drinking buddy, but America didn't drink much, so it would usually just be Russia drinking about 15 shots while America was on his 2 glass of rum. Did he feel bad for thinking this? No. He didn't. Russia needed to understand that the power was supposed to belong to him. Of course, Russia could have power too, just not more than him. He wondered how this would end. He wondered if Russia would fight back with all his might. He needed to get close to the other, and maybe find out if the other had plans. He had to get some info from his spies though, because he just couldn't go in without knowing anything. This would work. He would have Communism in the palm of his hand and then crush it.

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Russia smiled his way though his day. But this time, the cute little Bulgarian started acting up. Russia filched the small boy withering away from Russia. This did not matter in teh least to Russia. He beat the dumb child endlessness. He brough the led ippe down on the others already broken neck and spin, loving the occasional snaps when he hit a new bone. He laughed, smiling a broken smile down at the nation. "Did you think you could get away from me? did you think you could get AWAY from me!?!" He yelled, everyone in the house stopping and watching the demonstration of Russia's power. He leaned down, putting the pipe back and rushing 2 fingers in the pool of blood that melted around the weaker nation. "This turned out well for you, Da?" The nation clung to life, barly able to stay awake. He shook, the blood dreanching his unitfrom. Like everyone else, this child would get up at 3:00AM and work. Russia stood up, stepping on the boy to walk over him. He walked up to his room and usual and read the reports. America seemed to be coming up more and more, acting odder and odder each time. He smiled slightly, face still covered in smears of blood. He set the repoert down and though. He could beat America, he could burn the nation to the ground, ruin him. He smiled, "order more spys to the American" He said, no on answering, but knowing that they would be sent. He could be starting somthing, but he would not, he was not dumb enough for that. He never had been. He also would have to aim the misals at America, just to be safe.

America continued to cut newspaper articles about anything he could find on Russia or Communism. He felt the fear growing in his chest as more and more countries tried to leave the USSR but couldn't. He needed to step in, he needed to say something against it, he needed to go in and pretend to be everyone's hero, when in reality he just wanted to get rid of the threat. He was paranoid about everything. Did Russia have bombs? Could he trust any of the Russian citizens or immigrants? He didn't know, but he was sure as hell wouldn't risk it. He put his coat on and the papers on his desk flew off the desk. He got into his car and drove to the white house and proposed his plan to his boss, and he approved. Communist witch hunts. He got the name from when in the colonial days they would hunt for witches, but in this day and age he knew there were no witches, just communists. He said, "Have all police officers arrest who's a Commie, whoever's associated with them and whoever might be suspected as one." he couldn't trust them, not one of THEM. He would make sure the commie knew who was on top of the world. Russia, they used to be friends, they used to get along just fine, but there were just somethings they couldn't see eye to eye at. Communism was good, so he was doing Russia and the other countries in the USSR a favor. He smiled to himself and said, "We're not doing anything wrong. We're just making the world a better place." His boss gave a curt nod in agreement. He knew he had more nuclear weapons than Russia, but what did that matter when his country could be destroyed with 7? The spies were already at Russia and they had said and confirmed nuclear warfare and development in nuclear weapons.

Russia didn't like the fact that they had found 1 American who through horrific torture, they found out to be a spy. He knew that his ways to get information where effective if he coudl brake Americans. He smiled and watched the spys body be dumped in a old mine. He smiled and kept walking. He though that it mihgt but be time to visit America for diplomatic reasons. He smiled though his work day and he eveutaly got to his boss. He bowed his head and smiled at him. "I think that I should go over to Americas and talk with him~ We dont want him hurt, Da?" His boss though for a second. "Are you asking or demanding?" He said flatly. He sighed and looked down. "Asking..." He said softly. His boss used a starastic tone. "BEcuse you asked so nicly..." He went back to his harsh normal tone. "Dont start somthing, America is strong, your stronger, but he has allies...you are welcome to go visit America.." He said. His boss was ary vary stric, but he was a fanstatic leader, there were laws, and as long as they were fallowed.. He looked up smiling anf walking out. He picked up a phone and called America. "Hello, Amerika~" He said cherrly. "I think that we need to talk before you start sending spys to my nation..." He said giggling a bit.

America had received news from the CIA that one of the spies had gone missing. They got no word, and found no body, he just disappeared. He heard his phone ring, and his boss motioned his head for America to pick it up. America wiped the frown off of his face and replaced it with a fake smile, he answered and said, "'Sup? Alfred. F. Jones speakin'." and his eyes snapped open when he heard the thick Russian accent. "Oh hey Russia, haven't heard from you from a while, how's it going dude?" fake cheeriness in his voice. "Spies?" he laughed, "What spies man?" again another fake emotion, confusion. "Listen, I really don't know what the hell you're talkin' about, and if you're just gonna accuse me of stuff, then I'm just gonna hang up, have a nice day bro." he didn't hang up just yet though. Ah, so Russia had found one of his spies. Damn. Well, he would just start searching for his spies. He stayed on the phone waiting for Russia to say something.

Russia kept his smiled even though he felt a pit of rage hit his gut. He sighed. "Well! I will be coming over in about 2 hours, I can accuse you then~" He giggled and hung up, not waiting to see if it was ok with America. He went up stairs and put his coat on, walking out the door and heading to the airports. He got on his plain with the government logo on the side. He felt sommthing pressing on his side from the seat next to him. He opened his eyes and sitting next to him and a happy looking American. He smiled back and noticed that it was a small needle pressing on the vain in his arm. He faked the hurt in his voice, being total sarcastic. "I though American were our friends~" He giggled and before the poor kid could do anything, he had the neddle. "I did not think you would have been dumb enough to do that!" He giggled darkly now and picked the young spy up by his neck. "L..Let..me..g-" He was cut off by the lack of air. Russia looked at the screen in the front of the plain. Not high enough to make the poepel pass out, but nto low enough to make it risky... He walked over to a emergency door in the plan. Pushing it oen and pioepel screaming. The spy finally got what he was doing, his eyes wide. "P..please! I..I have a wife! a..and kids!" Russia just smiled, the air making it hard to stand. "And I have a nation to keep safe..." He tossed the other out of the plain. The engens being to loud to hear him scream. He shut the door, smiling and watching the other fall down. No on esaid another word on his way to the other nation.

America's eyes widen when Russia said he would be coming. "H-Hey! No wait! Dud--" and was cut off by the phone beeping. He hung the phone up with a groan of frustration. He turned over to his boss and his boss probably had an idea of what Russia said, and he did not look pleased, with a look that said, 'Fix it.' America seemed to notice this and said, "Don't worry! I got this! Plus, I got 2 hours!" he waved to his boss and an order was sent to start the Commie witch hunts, but they needed to be discrete about it. America wondered where he was going to land. He had 2 hours, he could go interrogate a few people. He walked down the hall and called a cab to drop him off about 6 blocks away from the facility where they were doing the interrogating. He showed his I.D and the secret service member let him in, but with a quizzical look as to why he looked so damn happy, it wasn't a creepy smile, it was genuine, which is what made it scary. He went down the 8 flights of stairs. He looked at his wrist watch, he had about an hour and 30 minutes until Russia came. He needed to get this over with. He walked into the room where he was assigned and there were other people in there to just intimidate the other.
He looked over to one and grinned, "He talkin' yet?" one that looked a bit older than Alfred stepped forward a bit, but knew his place, "No sir, and we didn't want to start...the procedure until you got here." looks like he had work to do. The man they were interrogating looked scared, America smiled and said, "Who are you workin' for?" he picked up a gun and twirled it in his hand, "Tell me, come nice and easy so I don't gotta use this on ya." The other man said in a thick Russian accent, "I tell you! I am not working for anyone! I am a work in a metal factory!" America sighed and said,"I wanna believe ya, I really do." the other looked a bit hopeful. And America hit him with the back of the gun in the face, America grinned, "But the thing is I don't." The Russian's man's nose was bleeding and it looked broken. Alfred had barely touched the other.
"Now come on, tell me who you're workin' for, and I might not kill ya!"
The Russian man looked at him in angry the blood from his broken nose dripping onto his pants, "I came here for a life of freedom, not suspicion! I have nothing to hide ad what I am telling you, is the truth!"
America couldn't help but feel sorry....his interrogation skills must be getting rusty. He put the the gun under the man's chin forcing his head up slightly, "One more chance, after all America is the land of opprotunity, so this is your last
opportunity~" the man looked scared, but said, "N-No please! Nyet! Nyet!" bang . The white walls were splattered with the man's blood and the secret service men looked a bit mortified, but you could tell they were trying to hold the feeling of dread back. He sighed and looked over to the them and let out a small smile, "Guess he really wasn't our guy." he examined his coat, it was dotted with blood, he couldn't go to Russia like this. He took his beloved bomber jacket off and handed it to a a secret service member, who looked a bit surprised, America grinned, "Take care of it, and make sure it's all cleaned up, thanks, you guys have an awesome day!" he said as he walked out of the room, with only a white dress shirt and black dress pants. He looked over at his watch, "30 minutes left....hmm...that dude took longer than I thought." grinning to himself. He walked up the stairs and took a cab back to the white house, leaving him with only 15 minutes.

Russia smiled and got off the plain. Everyone not meeting his eyes and looking down. It was nothign but a show off of his power against the little human who though that they could drug him. He walked out in to the nation. They were so loud, a bit to much for Russia's taste. He walked over, by now and from spying knew by heart when the white house was. He smiled all the way to the door. Walking up and knocking on the huge door. He pretended to not hear the gard at teh door. But they didtn shoot like they threaded, fearing Russia. He smiled and waited. He laughed at how nice the building woudl look if a Soviet flag was flying on the top. He smiled adn waited, the gards falling silent and not fighting the others being there.

America was leaning on his boss's desk, tapping his fingers in anxiety on his forearm. He felt a bit exposed, and not ready to face Russia without his bomber jacket, but what could he do? He heard some commotion coming from the lobby and one of the secret service member's came through the doors, and said in a panted voice, "Sir, Russia's here." America stopped leaning, and got up, his boss was gone for the night, and America gave a curt nod a small smile, "Let him in and treat him nicely, make him feel a home!" he was good at welcome parties, he knew how to give a good time and hopefully it would work on Russia. They let Russia in and America put on his brightest smile, "Russia!" he said, "Long time no see dude, how've ya been, man, you should have given me more than 2 hours to prepare, because seriously man this party is gonna suck, time is perfection." Oh America was good. He draped an arm around Russia leading him to the main room, "Come on, you gotta at least tell me why you're here?" he had a good idea, but maybe his charm could through to the other. He hoped....there was a reason he didn't invite Russia to his annual Christmas parties.

He didnt not have time for Americas ploys. He smiled and picked up his arm, taking it off of his back. He glared at him for a second, looming over him a bit. "Well, I think it would have been start to at least talk before you start sending spys to my nation~" He said smiling. He looked down at him. "I have a full right to kill anyone I dont like when they are in MY nation" He said, smiling in his face. He didnt like how the other was so cas usal when they both knew that The were at teh brink of war. He sighed. "You really have no bussness being in Eroupe ether, Fredka~" He smiled. "If the want to join me, what bussiness of that is yours?" He said. He would have just put teh childish ramblings of this child aside, but after he shot Imperial, he CARED what the other though, but not in teh good wa. He wanted to know what hte htough so he coudl do he opposit and piss him off without and real reson to go to war. He was more than happy to kill an American that was on his land. But he knew he couldnt do that at least with him knowing. He glared at teh other, creating a tensionand making the sercret servace men take a step back.

America was at the pinical of his power. Money, weapons, social status, rank, minerals he had it all. He wasn't going to let Russia take his spot light, especially after he killed Imperial, oh no, he didn't like him. He continued to grin at the other man, and wanted to punch that unwavering smile off of Russia's face, but that would be rude, and he was a host after all. "C'mon big guy don't be like that." he blinked in confusion, Russia knew, of course he knew, he's killed a few, "Spies? what the hell are ya talkin' about?" playing dumb always seemed to work. Alfred .F. Jones was not dumb. He just chose not to read the atmosphere. He was good in science, and math, not really great with psychology though. He laughed, "Why the hell would I go to Europe? All they got there is Nazi's flirty Italian's, and Commie's." He purposely said it too. America laughed, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, join you?" he grew a bit serious but continued smiling, "I'd rather be dead than red." he had started the commie witch hunts, and he felt a bit exposed without his bloodily bomber jacket. "Come on, you can't just show up and accuse me of stuff dude."

Russia turned around and stood only a inch away from America. He did not take kindly to him saying all of the things the ignorant Americas did. He smiled at him. "You talk jsut like the spys did before I threw them out of plains~!" He said, smilin and rembering teh wonderful sound of the American screaming his was down. He sighed, "You Ingnorant Americas" He said, taking note of everyword, everything that America did, saied, and spoke of. Why was he thinking like this. "If I cant accuse than you cant say your free" He said. "If you wan to keep our poepel from knowing what the real world is like, thats the vary denfiontion of communsim! Its a shame that the home of the free is already so close to being red." He giggled slightly and glared at America, being able to fell the others breath on his neck. Even though he onl came up to his neck in the first place.

America tensed slightly, but didn't want to show that he hated the Soviet with his entire being. "That's kinda funny, those people ya threw out the plane were innocent, just shows how screwed up your government really is man." he huffed and said, "Don't get me started on Russian's 'kay, you're bein' a rude guest~" he wanted to beat the crap out of Russia, but he had to keep his cool. He laughed, "I didn't say ya couldn't say it, just sayin' it's rude, you're my guest and ya already came here on your own, without barely givin' me a warning. He looked up and glared at him with a smirk, he said, "What'd ya even come here for?"

Russia took no time in finding his answer. He smiled in Americas face. "Mabey I coudl hear to scream and cry just like they did when they were falling from that plane~" He smiled, acting like he didnt know the sexualty in the words and wondered if America could have read it the wrong way. If he did, than Rusia had the upper hand. He sighed. "Comming from teh land of the loud, obnoxouse and over wight" He siad smiling softly and not losing the happy on his face. He giggled slightly. "You do a bad job traing your spys, America, bUt it was fun to hear him tell me about all the reasons I should not kill him. I wonder what his wife and kids would think when they hear ou sent him to his death~" e purrpe standing as tall as he could and looking over America. He laughed out loud, making the secret servace men stir. He hit his own chest with a open hand. "You and Imperial? Da? You wanted the other Russia?" He asked, smiking and nto bothring to keep the mocking tone out of his voice. "I am the other Russia now~" He said. "Your American, I could expect you to at least treat your lover with more respect~" He loved talking about Impeiral with America

America raised an eyebrow at the statement and scoffed a bit, "Never gonna happen,like hell I'd get on a plane with you." he stopped the heat rising to his cheeks, the statement sounded pretty dirty, and it was followed by a mental image too, but he brushed the thought off. He smirked and crossed his arms, "And you're the land of circus's, mail order brides and vodka." his eyebrows furrowed, "Like I told'ya they weren't spies, why would I send my people to your tundra wasteland of a country, that's messed up dude." he tried to keep up with his ruse, but the Soviet pissed him off, his spies died at his hands. It's not like America was doing anything wrong, he was trying to make sure his people were safe from Russia. He tensed when he heard Imperial's and frowned at the other, "You're not Imperial you're just a dirty ass commie!" his fist clenched, "You're not my fucking lover." all the secret service members and everyone who was in the room left. "You'll never be as good as him, you're just a blood thirsty corrupted bastard." ' Just like me' he mentally added.

Russia smiled. "Da~! But I am Imperial, I am the same nation You loved, he is dead, and now he is me~" He said. He walked cirlecs around America. He smiled slyly. "So you did have something going on with the old Russia~" He said. He laughed. "To bad I had to shoot him." He wawnt to see how far he could push America. "touching how you to were with eat other. Mabye I woul have taken him for my own if you kept quite" He laughed again and kept walking around America. "Sweet, so discustngly sweet how he sang to that kid and fainly told him he loved you!" He giggled darkly. "Its a shame that he had to love a pig such as ou, he died for it though" He said. He stoped at his spot only a few inches from America. "If You want to go to war~ WE can~"He said smilingand even closer to America than before. "But, I will win,and you would belong to me~" He said, once again using a undertone sexual message.