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The Finland called Imperialist Finland is Finland. The ones called Finland in this is just the puppet state. This oneshot was brought to you by SinfullTrashHuman who gave me the idea to write it.

Karelian ASSR walked slowly through the snowy forest; his hands clenched tightly around his gun as he looked for Finnish soldiers. Karelian ASSR had been sent out on his own to try and kill snipers, while his Папа and Finland stayed behind with the soldiers.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement. Karelian ASSR turned and saw Imperialist Finland walking through the forest, skis and a gun strapped to his back. He hadn't spotted Karelian ASSR yet. Karelian ASSR carefully moved closer to him, trying to stay quiet in the snow. He didn't want to alert Imperialist Finland to my presence until he was sure he could kill him; that way, Finland could take her place as the real Finnish government.

As Karelian ASSR crept slowly through the snow, getting closer and closer to Imperialist Finland, his foot suddenly caught on something, causing him to faceplant into the snow.

"Kuka siellä?" (Who's there?) Imperialist Finland asked, hearing his fall. That was embarrassing—very embarrassing. Karelian ASSR moved his face out of the snow to breathe and then remained still, hoping Imperialist Finland wouldn't see him. "Näen sinut, neuvostomaa." (I see you, Soviet country.)

Well, there goes that idea.

"Nouse ylös nyt!  Ennen kuin laitan luodin päähäsi!" (Stand up now! Before I put a bullet in your head!) Imperialist Finland called. Karelian ASSR reluctantly stood up, holding his hands tightly around his weapon, wanting to have it for as long as possible. It might help him get out of the situation as well. Imperialist Finland's gun was pointed at him, and Karelian ASSR watched as his eyes scanned his body, before he paused, lowering his weapon.

Imperialist Finland looked in shock and disbelief as he slowly walked forward, dropping his weapon. His eyes were trained on Karelian ASSR's forehead. It was almost like he was in a trance, completely fixated on the scar Karelian ASSR knew was on that spot of his forehead. Karelian ASSR self-consciously raised a hand to his face, covering the scar.

"Olin oikeassa." (I was right.) Imperialist Finland said, his voice filled with so much relief that Karelian ASSR was surprised he didn't collapse to the ground. Then his voice changed to be loud, triumphant, and joyful: "OLIN OIKEASSA!" (I WAS RIGHT!)

Right about what? Was he looking for Karelian ASSR? Fear filled Karelian ASSR's body as he thought about something his Папа had always warned him about. Imperialist Finland wanted to take over his land and kill Karelian ASSR. And Imperialist Finland wanted to manipulate him to do it. Imperialist Finland realized that he was Karelia and was going to hurt him!

But then Karelian ASSR realized something. Imperialist Finland hadn't picked up his weapon yet. He was coming without it. Of course, he needed to manipulate Karelian ASSR. He wouldn't hurt him yet. But this gave Karelian ASSR the perfect opportunity to get out of here.

Imperialist Finland approached Karelian ASSR, his joyous smile still on his face. He walked over and began to lift his left arm, and that's when Karelian ASSR struck.

Karelian ASSR stabbed the bayonet of his gun into his Imperialist Finland's elbow and began to twist, hoping to cause as much damage as he could. Imperialist Finland let out a howl of pain, something that made Karelian ASSR feel guilty and feel a pain deep inside. He quickly pushed down those feelings. He shouldn't be feeling them. He heard a crack coming from Imperialist Finland's arm. Karelian ASSR then pulled out his weapon and kicked him to the ground, breathing heavily.

Imperialist Finland stared at him, shock, sadness, horror, and betrayal plastered clearly on his face. Why did he look like that? Why did he look at Karelian ASSR like he betrayed him? They had never met before, and Karelian ASSR had no loyalty to him. Was he really that disillusioned with the idea that Karelian ASSR would help him?

Karelian ASSR raised his weapon, preparing to kill him. He wanted to make his Папа proud, help Finland take her proper place, and help their nation save the Finnish people.

And to protect him from Imperialist Finland.

"Uhtua...?" Imperialist Finland gasped out. Karelian ASSR froze as the word Imperialist Finland had uttered echoed through his mind.

"Come on, Uhtua! I bet we can push isä into that snowdrift!"

"Uhtua! Uhtua, the lights are out!"

The voices echoed through his head, and Karelian ASSR swayed, having trouble keeping his balance. What was that? Was it a memory? Karelian ASSR wasn't Uhtua or whatever Imperialist Finland thought he was. He was the Karelian Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic! He was the son of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic. Besides, a country called Uhtua didn't even exist. That was a story made up by people to convince his people to hurt his Папа.

Karelian ASSR gripped his weapon tightly, trying to push the word, the fragmented conversations, out of his mind. They shouldn't be there. They were distracting him from what he needed to do. Karelian ASSR needed to kill him, kill Imperialist Finland.

But it was like his arms had frozen. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his arms to move.

"Uhtua." Imperialist Finland said, his voice weak as more of his blood flowed out of his body. Karelian ASSR dropped his weapon and clutched his head as long-forgotten memories seemed to swell up. Being called that name was so familiar, but Karelian ASSR couldn't remember why.

Karelian ASSR felt he needed to say something but didn't know what to say. Some part of him wanted to say something to isä.

His body froze again as that thought ran through his head. Isä? Imperialist Finland wasn't his father. Why did he think that? What was wrong with him? What had being called that done to him?

Karelian ASSR looked back at Imperialist Finland again before panic filled his body. He bolted in the other direction, wishing he could run away from that word, run away from the slivers of memories whispering things to him that he didn't want to hear.

Karelian ASSR ran towards the direction of the camp, towards the direction of his Папа. He would help Karelian ASSR sort out these conflicting, confusing thoughts.

He would help him.