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Freedom To Die For

It was the sixth year of Poland being in the evil hands of Nazi Germany. Poland had been counting the days for what has seemed like eternity, untill the day of his freedom. The Allies were taking longer to prepare for a war with the powerful Axis. The smaller country had been treated like a slave for the past time, who knows how long the Axis will be in control of his country.

The Allies were planning something to get back at Third for all the evil things he's done. The Soviet Union helped in making the plans, but did not intend on joining the said "fun", or so as America stated. Soviet already had his children involved with one of the many battles and didn't want any more damage to be inflicted towards any of them.

They all usually disguised themselves as their human leaders. Britain being disguised as Winston Churchill, America as Franklin Roosevelt, and Soviet as Joseph Stallin. They'd have complicated meetings and tactics when discussing.

Some meetings were included with Canada and France, who were disguised as William Lyon Mackenzie King, the leader of Canada. With Charles de Gaulle disguised as France. The five of them were unstoppable....well...maybe one of them could be, but that won't stop them!

Sound Of Firearms

The loud BANG! interrupted the peaceful sleep Nazi Germany conained deep in his mind. The Allies quickly collected Poland and grabbed their firearms before ducking when Third walked past the cold halls with nothing but a shirt and baggy pants. His Axis team re-united quickly when they realised the Allies were in the house.

Swift, yet silent bullets broke the thick atmosphere. The Axis were everything but prepared.

The Allies had the evil countries scared to their bones. How had the Allies found them in their abandoned base? That question wasn't important, they currently had to get away from the Allies. They quickly jumped out one of the windows with no trouble at all. The Axis still had powerful but small weapons with many bullets in sight. Third, Imperialist Italy, and I. Japan nodded at each other before running and hiding behind the outdoor nature.

America has gotten Imperialist Japan on their knees, now surrendering and changing their flag to the modern day Japan flag. Italy, changing theirs while cornered next to Japan. Nazi Germany, already dead while leaving a small "gift" near his dead body. The said "gift" was crying at the loss of their father, who was dying in front of them. The Allies took the gift which was a baby, back to the house of the Soviet Union to discuss how they'd share the land.

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"C'mon Soviet! You helped us defeat the Axis, it's the least we could do!" America insisted on sharing the land with Soviet. "Look... I don't need another kid running around here, Ладно?" Soviet rested his fingers at the bridge of his nose. "Why? It's not like you'll get in any trouble!!!" America tried to reason. "The last thing I need is another child to take care of while ANOTHER war breaks out!" Soviet had his point, but America was already pleading with puppy dog eyes. The Union already knew America would never stop asking. "F-fine, Америка." Soviet responded, using the grabby hands tactic in a gesture for the land in his arms. They split the land with a single transformation. America took the other piece of land, resulting in two different countries to form.

"Alright! I'm naming mine west germany!" The overly happy capitalist announced with pride. "Yeah, yeah...shut up..." Britain frowned quickly with the statement the other made. "But Daaaaaaaaaaad!" America whined like a six year old not getting what they want for Christmas.

Dead To Me

Not too long ago, countries were fighting. They were at eachothers throats with every word any of them said. None of those were as bad as the newly made rivalry between America and Soviet. Britain has tried to calm his son down, because they never truly knew what Soviet could do.

The tension closed in as Soviet fell to his knees

His face, streaming with tears that fell through his sleep

The pain lasting in his body for a lifetime

Would finally be set free

He started to collapse

His body, turning to dust

On his chair, sat little Russia

Sobbing at the loss of his father

Who died in his arms

Only thing left is his ushanka

Which reminded him of the father

Of what he once was

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