Russia shivered as he tried to standup, looking towards America with tears beginning to pour down his face."America...., I was always so scared, so scared..."
I sat back in my office, looking through paper after paper, there were stacks everywhere as I tried to understand and try to find why Russia is even doing this, "He has no reason to get involved..., No reason at at!," I thought.
I began to think of what advantage he would gain in the middle east if he were to beat ISIS and save the Syrian Regime, then, it got even bigger, what kind of stance will he have on the world stage if he wins...? I pounded my fists on the desk in frustration and rage as I stood up. "No!, I can't let that Commie beat me!" I began to scan over the history of Russia and Syria, there isn't much, just some stuff about trade deals and stuff of the sort, Not really much for Russias' justification to enter and begin bombing at all.
I fell back, sighing in defeat, "What else could he want from that place...?, there's nothing interesting in Syria besides oil," I said, now looking up towards the ceiling, "What else can be more important than oil?"
I tried to think about anything else, "Nope, nothing rings a bell to me at all...."
I looked at a few more papers on Russian history in the Middle East, and I think I finally came up to something, a war at one point between Russia and someone named Ottoma- oh yeah, that's right, Turkey's old nickname. Looking closer, I could see how major this war was.
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Turkey got up to Ukraine...?, Damn, He's stronger than I thought, maybe I should have been listening to him ramble on and on about it. Looking over the information on the conflict, I thought at the time I had it, "Of Course..., it all makes sense! He wants to get back at Turkey for trying to conquer him!" I jumped up and ran out of my office and up the multitude of stairs, Turkey was staying over for a while since there's going to be a NATO meeting soon, so I might as well ask him. I eventually came to the guest room he was staying at, and banged on the door furiously and just about in insanity. Eventually, I heard the door unlock from the other side and open up, showing an irritated Turkey behind it, his mask half on, and groggy speech coming from him, "What is it?, The meeting isn't until tomorrow US."
I let myself in as I jumped into a chair he had in there, "Listen Turkey, I have a few questions I need answered fast," I began, "For starters, what was the cacus belli for the war with Russia you had? Turkey rolled his eyes at my question, "Are you serious?, I wanted to conquer him, nothing really that different then when France or Germany tried," he said, now taking off the mask as he went to grab his towel, "But like the both of them, I pretty much got my ass handed to me and lost everything I had gained in that war whatsoever." He then walked over to me, picked me up, and threw me out of his room, "Now if you would excuse me, I have to take a shower and go to bed, It's 11:30 and I haven't had a single moment to rest all day long," he began to close the door as he took one more glance at me, "We can talk about this tomorrow morning or after the meeting," he finished, closing the door and locking it in place.
I stood up, stretching my body as I bent back down on a knee, picking up the papers that were scattered everywhere. Once I had them all back in order, I sighed and walked off back towards the stairs leading downwards. I thought as I was going down the second or third flight, "There had to have been something more to that war...," I looked down at the papers again, "Maybe he wants to get Turkey back for past aggressions?," I thought but quickly dismissed it, "No..., It wouldn't make a good casus belli since he just let France and Germany go so easily," I hit the ground floor, well ground for the third floor, and walked into my office, jumping into my chair and let the papers fall onto my desk in the same place they were before, "It wouldn't hold up."
I sat there looking at the ceiling for a good 15 minutes, only taking my eyes away from there to look at the clock so I'd know if I'd have to write this down and to sound cool and all knowing and all that, but, that's off topic, back on. I sat there looking at the ceiling for a good 15 minutes, only taking my eyes away from it when I heard a knock from my door, looking over, I saw England looking a little freaked out, "A-America..., Uh....," he was stuttering like crazy, shaking in his freaking bootstraps, if it wasn't for the seriousness in his voice, I'd probably laughed at the fact his eyebrows looked like one with how they were angled upwards. I sat up straight, and began to organize the papers while talking to him, "What is it?, Did Iran come by again about his Nuclear crap or something?" England walked inside and sat down in the chair looking at me, "No, He's coming over next week about that, I-It's something else...," he said, now twiddling his thumbs as he asked me, "How ready are you right now to fight?" I starred over at England, worried at his hypothetical question, whoa, I know that word, sweet! This is deserving of a Big Mac! Dammit..., back on topic. I began laughing at his question, "Dude! I'm always ready to fight for freedom!" England looked at me with a bit of relief, as I continued, "Why do you ask?" England opened up his mouth again, no words came out at first, but then they did, "...Something happened." I looked at him confused as I scratched the back of my head, "That's a little vague dude, what's going on?" England finally blurted it out, and my eyes went as wide as a looney tunes character, "Turkey just shot down a Russian plane."
