It was 1945, the year where peace was restored, and brought forth the fall of the Third German Reich, Empire of the Rising Sun, and Fascist Italy. I was part of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (also known as the Soviet Union), when the news of the war was over. I went out for a drink, sharing the joys of our victory. But...the joy was cut short. The United States was invading. Through Alaska and the Bering Strait, the USA was going into the Motherland. I remembered that day, and I hated the feeling, the weakness and hatred of the Americans. I wanted them dead.
