Oh how the tables turned (World War 2 AU)

Chapter 4: USSR

"Please, Soviet, I'm begging you, join the war, we need all the help we could get especially because of America-"

"No."

Fascist glared at him, "Soviet... Poland is not just going to stop at Europe. It's clear that after he's done taking Europe he'll be after the whole damn world."

The Capitalist Russian chuckled a bit then looked at the Italian seated across from him, "He wouldn't be that stupid. He's a smart man, why would he go that far? I don't want my people dying over this stupid drama you all came up with."

"Soviet please-"

"No. I'm not letting my people die in a war that has absolutely nothing to do with me! If you think I'm going to waste time and money on this war your mistaken." Soviet glared at Fascist then put down an empty shot glass on the table in front of him. The Italian let out a long sigh of disapproval then looked at the Russian man, "I raised you... The least you could do is help me out here.."

Soviet refrained from yelling at Fascist about the Russian Revolutionary War and instead took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "Don't remind me about how you killed my real father... And you..." He said while glaring at him with his one eye, "...did this to me." He pointed at his eye patch which was a dark red and had a bright yellow Russian Ruble symbol on it. Fascist winced a bit then looked away, "I know... And I'm sorry... But remember what happened in World War one-"

"That doesn't matter. Just leave. And don't pull that, "But I raised you" bullshit because it's not like I wanted you to raise me. You took me away from my father then you killed him. So, now, до свидания, and don't ask me about joining your stupid war ever again."

"You're normally nicer then this.."

"Da, that is when I'm not being guilt tripped joining a war that will waste my time resources, and kill off my soldiers. Now can you please leave?!" Soviet pointed at the door, "This is my house after all." Fascist sighed once more then grabbed his coat which was on the couch right next to him. He stood up and gave Soviet a disappointed look, "Arrivederci..."

"До свидания." Soviet repeated. The Italian put on his coat then walked out of the door feeling upset that the poor Russian boy he raised all those years ago wouldn't help him out with this situation. As he went out into the cold atmosphere of Soviet's country he shivered a bit, the coat he was wearing didn't seem to help with keeping him warm. He walked towards a car and quickly got in and tried to keep warm, "I don't understand how anyone could survive in these conditions-"

Immediately the car started moving, because of course, the driver was supposed to make sure that the country in the car with him got to his destination safely, which was the airport. Because there was no way his guy was gonna drive all the way from Russia to Italy.

Fascist thought about his conversation with his fellow capitalist and sighed, "I guess Finland and I will have to deal with this on our own..."