The Aftermath

Chapter 16

"Germany may be defeated but Japan isn't. Even if they have finally got the message that their best friend is dead, they have showed no sign of stopping or surrendering." , said America, opening the conversation. "The japs still fight on, annoying the shit out of me and my soldiers and murdering without any sense." UK sighed quietly. His concern and warnings fell on deaf ears... again. "Well, I can not really say much about it... It is a while when I sended troops in this corner of the world..." Soviet shrugged his sholders. "I'm just keep guarding my borders, not really much activety regarding that. They moved more inwads because of you." "Yeah, I hope so." America laughed, but only shortly. "Gives more chances to get them with those bombs..." "With all what I heared, that the Japanese will not make it long anymore. I mean, with all the damage you already caused..." UK tugged nervously on his nails, what was pretty unusual for him. Japan was not really on his mind right now. They should concentrate more on the situation at hand instead of jumping right into the next project. "Oh, and what damage I caused.", America called out. "My men sunk more ships that I care to count. We shove them back more and more and these stubbon little bastards refuse to surrender. Can you belive that the officers and generals rather kill themself then be caught? And they concider this behavior even honorable. Tz, these idiots really need to be saved from themself." America laughed again in haughty mockery. "Well, we see where 3.Reich got his inspiration from.", Soviet chuckeld. "Rather die like a coward, but at least t didn't work out for this svin'ya." Even UK shook his head in disbelif. "What a weird justification indeed. This madness has to be stopped sooner or later. Just like this madness in these unruly lands..." Great topic switch, old man, thought UK to himself. "I looked over my part of the deal and if we ever want to profit from this land, like you sugessted America, wen need to look into administration of the things and people on there."

America threw an angry look to UK. "Hey! that was not the topic." Rather unimpressed, he just adjusted his monocle. "Well, you have spoken enough about your problems, now I will speak about mine.", UK said rather harshly. His patience was rather thinned out over the last ten minutes. "Before you two forgot my existence again, I want to state that we should better look into making this soil habitable again. And this from the ground up. We will likely all agree that the uncountable crimes of the 3.Reich has to be brought to justice by any means, out of respect to the victems, to the one who bravely sacrificed their life for their country and sufferd under the insane rules of the nazi empire. To that belongs bringing not only Germany, but all the people working with it before the judgement of Justizia." Soviet suddenly straightend his back and nodded with a grim, short smile. "I am with that.", he  said. UK's words seemed to finally spark an interest in this conversation.  "Amd this japs?", snorted America in disbelief. "That's your problem. You really wanted to fight them after all.", brushed Soviet the plea aside. "I don't care for them, they will die anyways sooner or later. But I want finally some sort of compensation from that Nazi after all the trouble he caused me." UK felt some sort of vicious pleasement that Soviet finally took his side. The constant loud-mouthing of his son had no place in a serious place like this. No, I should not think like that! Angry at himself, he bit his tounge. Atleast I should hold up the values of am good-mannerd gentlemen and be better than this.  Feeling guilty for his sudden angry thoughts, UK forced himself to take an another  sip of the hellish coffee. With tea this would have never happend... " "Oi, Angliya!" He almost spat out his mouthfull. UK tried to quickly compose himself. and turned to Soviet. "J-Yeah..?" "You sended out soldiers to this one city where the Nazis were trying to establish a new order or something. What became of them? Have they alredy caught these bastards,da?"  "I... uhm.. are still awaiting a clear return message, but I am sure- Pfah!" Soviet leaned back and crossed his mighty arms. "Zhalkiy! Your men better hurry up. I don't want any of them escaping!" "Y-Yes, I... They will make sure of that, I can assure you.", UK said hastily. Everytime the russian raised his voice like that, he feared for the worst. His general impatience unnerved him, maybe even more as by his son. There he could at least guess what would somewhat happen, with the russians he was never so sure.

Soviet was shortly allied with the 3.Reich, before it betrayed him, something what deeply affected him (as far UK could tell), even if he never really showed it. But it was clear in his actions. Whenever UK listend to the front reports out of the east, he heared only the bloodieset, most gruesome storys he ever heared in this war.  That the soldiers on both sides are dying like flys, not caring about anything besides moving forward, murder and defending. But Soviet was triumphent, after long years of slaughter. That must have take a toll on a nation like these, right? The soviet soldiers he had seen in the city looked surprisingly young after all... "If you are so egar to meet them, why did you not go youerself there?", America said grimly, seemingly still pouting. Soviet turned to him with a grim expression. "That is what you wold like, da?" "I am just sugessting, comrade." "I am not going to make you that favor." "Gentlemen, please!" UK lifted his arms in a soothing gesture. "Can we go back to the topic please?" The two nations shuffled nervously in their chairs, he could feel how the atmosphere was getting more and more tense. "I just wanted to make sure justice will be payed.", said Soviet in a almost defiant manner. "This suka wanted to wipe out me, my people and children after all." "Yes, we understand.", UK quickly jumped in (and made sure to put an emphasis on the word we). "If 3.Reich succseded, we would not have ended differently." He shudderd as he only thought about that possebillety. "So there is no need- Hey, at least I have alredy some of the unruly bastards and you have to start somewhere..." Now it was America who got an annoyed look from the two other countrys. "And also a lot of...ahem... good citizens." "We still have to figure out in which ammount the normal citizen was involved in this mess.", reminded UK him. Soviet scoffed. "All of them of corse." UK sighed. "If we want to put every existing german on trial, we will sit here for the next century. And just imagine the paperwork..." Silence fell shortly over the group as they tried to summerize the effort of such a huge poject. Getting the material for some sort of formulars, bringing in managers who knew what they are doing to work this through, regulating food and resorces and that stretched over roughly 60 million people. A bureaucratic monster. "Haach, it's the same trouble as in the first great war.", America sighed loudly. UK just nodded. He suddenly felt very tired. "There is no way we can manage that alone." "We will find something.", said Soviet, unexpectedly optimistic for someone like him. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Are you hiding something regarding Flensburg?" A cold stare gazed UK like a icicle scraped over his skin. "No...I don't...", he repeated and hoped that they didn't heared the slight shake in his voice.  Unsettled, he awaited some other threathening remark bit luckily the russian left it at that. "I just thought...", he continued, thinking out loud. "That as long some high or low-ranking Nazi officers are in charge, maybe the 3.Reich can continue or... live on in some ways."

It got silent again. The thougt of this happening weighed heavily in the air. "We can't let this happen!", said America in a serious matter. "We have to clean this land from that faschist bullshit." "If you don't want any Unkraut in your garden, you have to rip it out to keep it beautiful." "So just take out the bad apples and everything will be ok or what?" "When I won my revolution, I removed all mornacists aswell before some crazy followers from my mother could start a new one." "With the same amount of blood?" UK had heard enough storys of the brutal demise of the russian kingdom. "If its neccecary,priyatel..." "Hmm... " "These jerrys will not give up their beliefs in one day.", he said. "Espechialy if we, the so-called enemies tell them to. Remember when some bloody idiots still tried to deny what was right infront of them when we brought them into the camps?" "Oh and how I remember.", America grunted angrily. "Disgusting truely!"  "This will be a though piece of work. Especially with that grumpy, unberable kraut in that basement... Almost forgot about that... " UK chuckled helplessly. "Just one problem of many now..." "Was it not always like that?" Soviet eyes glinterd  shortly in hate. "I can imagine the next centuries with germania's whining in the background to everything we decide..." "Wait a second..." America smiled with sudden ambition. "I hava an idea, boys!"