World War 2 Story

January 1945

The last year of the dreadful war came. Germany's offensive had been repulsed in January.

"Dammit. My offensive had been repulsed with no strategic objective fulfilled." Germany said.

In the same month, in Italy, the Western Allies remained stalemated at the German offensive line.

"What are you doing here?" Italy said.

"We need to stalemate here for a while." America said.

"This is the German defensive line, and we must prepare our attacks here." England said.

"Like I don't know what this is; I'll let you stay, but remember that I won't help you." Italy said.

"It's oaky. It's not like we need your help anyway, Da?" Russia said.

"Touche." Italy crossed his arms.

In the same month, Russia attacked in Poland, and succeeded. Pushing from Vistula to the Oder River in Germany, he also overrun East Prussia. 

"Now, I went to the Oder Russia, Oder than my own," Russia chuckled, "I'm so happy!"

Prussia saw Russia. 

"What are you doing here?" Prussia said.

"I came to attack you and your little brother. Where is that little rascal now?" Russia said.

"He's on his military bases, obviously."

"Don't use that sarcasm with me, Prussia. Tell me how he is doing lately."

"He's trying to plan an attack to get rid of you, Allies, once and for all." 

"Tell him he'll not succeed. The Nazi regime is falling. Tell him to lay in a corner and think of the horrible things he has done."

"I can't do that. How will a big brother hurt his little brother's plan? Not feelings. West can control his feelings."

"I already destroyed most of it, Da?" 

"I..... I see..... I'm afraid I might as well be destroyed too...."

"Don't get too emotional now... Da? You'll be alright in our hands." 

Prussia nods while Russia gave him a hug.