𝔖𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢
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End of the Second Weltkrieg, October, 1945. The forces of the Union of Britain and the Commune of France had finally caved in to the weigh of the Entente and Reichspakt. In the east, the war with Russia had ended in a stalemate...
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It was over. After, 6 or so years. The Second Weltkrieg. decades prior, the Entente and Reichspakt couldn't bare to stand each other. But with the threats of Syndicalism and Savinkovism, the two sides were practically forced to fight alongside each other. Britain, France and The German Empire against the Russian National State, and The Communes of Britain and France. The war with the Syndicalist communes ended fairly decisive. The workers revolution stood no chance against the might of the Entente. The war with Russia wasn't as decisive... Russia nearly destroyed the hegemony of Germany. Only stopping due to a armistice following... well, Germanys achievement of harnessing the power of the atom. The Atom Bomb. Frankly, no one wanted their cities decimated by such... catastrophic weapons. And so the war finally came to a end, in the October of 1945, with a Full Entente victory, and a partial Reichspakt loss. Britain returned to their homeland in London, and the French exiles returning to the Metropolitan mainland. Germany still remaining alive in one piece even after Russia's best attempt to dismantle them. The Empire only surviving cause of it being the one and only nuclear power.
Until now.
Canada sat at the conference room of Birmingham. Britain sitting parallel to him. He had aged more in these 20 years than he did in the last 100. The bags beneath his eyes sunken in, his clothes less refine and more baggy, and his eyes showed tiredness, rather than vigor and valor. "It's finally over." Canada calmly stated, his fingers focusing on the papers set on the table. "The war is over, you won't need to be in exile anymore." Canada added.
Britain nodded in affirmation, eyes fixed to the table. The silence in the room spoke louder than words. Both old comrades, veterans of a terrible conflict, finally taking a moment to come to terms with the reality of their situation. Britain had known the war could not persist forever, but part of him had not expected it to really end. So much of his existence since being exiled had revolved around the war, his purpose, and now that it was over... What would happen next? Britain continued to remain silent.
"Truth be told, a part of me expected for this war to well... never end. It did seem like that at some point, the war that looked once so Impossible and grand. The war to reclaim the birthright, of Britain, of London." Canada added onto the silence. Britain responded to Canada, his voice weary. "I suppose it all seems rather... strange now..." Canada scoffed back. "I still remember when you came to Toronto, rallying and riling up the exiles about the war to take back London." Canada practically cringed remembering their absurd ideas of coming back to take the home Isles. "And now that Absurdity has became a reality." Canada finished.
Britain thought back to that time as well. All the fire and passion that he and his fellow exiles had back then. The fervor to go back and drive the Syndicalists out, to return to the homeland and fight till none remained. In a way it felt as if he had aged a hundred years since then and yet felt like it was just yesterday. Britain spoke out. "It was a long shot. To this day, I still can't believe it actually worked..."
