Back To War

Chapter One

Alfred was sitting in the confrence room. He was half an hour early but was only early because he'd only arrived in Russia not even 45 minutes ago. He was exhausted. That's what he got for missing an important lay over flight. He rubbed his eyes as he drank his coffee. He glanced over when the door opened. Seemed England was here now and Canada following behind. "Alfred? You're early?"

"Yeah... Surprising since I missed a flight over here."

Canada frowned. "Did you at least sleep on the plane? You like like you're dead."

Truthfully, Alfred couldn't sleep. He's been taking things more seriously now a days due to the mess his country was in now.

"Look, I know your worried about that mess going on back home, but look at it this way. This is just a break from that stress... At least when the meeting is over."

"Yeah... How was your guys flights here anyways? "

Russia walked down the hallway of the meeting hall. The latest war had taken a huge impact on the large nation. He kept looking down at his hands and the ground. He looked up as he walked into the meeting hall. He stopped and stared at America. He shook his head as a bloody America appeared before him. He quickly walked to his seat and sat down.

Alfred had felt a sudden intense feeling where the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He glanced over and saw Russia. He frowned. How strange.

"Alfred? Something wrong?"

"Hmm? No, just thought I felt something... I'm so tired."

Canada pat his brother's head as the older sibling leaned against him.

Ukraine then walked into the meeting, smiling and pretty much happy like she normally was. She then hugged her little brother. "Vanya!~ it's so good to see you...? You OK, little brother? You seem tense." she frowned.

Russia nodded and patted her arm. "Da. I am fine. A little tired. The walk here was quite tiring." Russia looked back at the papers in front of him. 'Let alone mentally exaugsting....'

"... Don't lie to me, Vanya. Something else is going on... You're not gonna beat up America like you did the last meeting, are you?" she was really worried about her little brother. She knew it wasn't in his nature to get violent so what had been happening ever since the Soviet Union formed had been concerning. Just now was their relationship improving, even with the trouble their people were having with each other.

Russia rubbed his face. "I don't know.....every time I look at Amerika I see him all bloodied. I want to be his friend, not his enemy." He looked at Ukraine. "What can I do to make those visions stop?"

Ukraine frowned as she rested her head on Russia's head. "You still wear the bandages on your neck..." She was mostly thinking to herself. Then thought on his question. "I'm not sure what to tell you... It's not really something you hear much of with us...do you ever question why you get those thoughts or those urges to beat him into the ground?"

Alfred then sat down next to his brother. "Alfred? Is your dark half still dormant?"

"Should be... I'm questioning it though..."

He then heard England speak up. "I should bloody hope it's dormant. If it's not, then that means you need to evaluate the state of your nation."

Alfred sighed. He knew that. "I hate that I have to keep that in check...why can't it die of like it's supposed to?"

"Our dark halves don't just die of, Alfred. They become dormant." Matthew had a point in that.

Russia rubbed his face. He tensed when he heard the conversation between America and England. He swallowed. "I can't stay....." He stood up and quickly left the conference room. He bumped into Germany on his way out.

Germany called after Russia. Ukraine blinked. "What?"

All the other countries that were present looked towards the door.

Alfred frowned. Something was up with Russia today. At times he would be polite and at others he'd be like when he was a Soviet... Alfred sighed. Then stood up. "Does Russia need to be here?"

"Clearly. He's the host nation."

"Then I'll bring him back."

Ukraine spoke up. "...I better go with you then...I don't want you two to get into another fist fight."