A/N -
There is a kinda gruesome scene towards the end so if you are sensitive to blood stuff or just torture it general I advise you not to read this chapter.
Mere seconds after they disappeared, the bomb exploded.
As countryhumans were not humans, they could deal with the damage. However, some countries like Finland and France were knocked off their feet.
South's eyes widened at the sight of the bomb. "Get down!" He yelled as loudly as he could.
UN spread his huge wings to everyone near him; Estonia, South Africa, and some others. Poland wrapped his wings around him and Saudi Arabia.
The building was blown to bits. Luckily, no civilians were around as the building was specifically place in an area where there wouldn't be humans trying to get in.
Then, just as it happened, it ended.
After the explosion, South stood up immediately. He was near Soviet, but he had been behind some tables and chairs, so he was fine for the most part.
He looked around for his brother. He sighed in relief when he saw North helping Britain get up from the pile of debris he was buried under. By some miracle, the bomb had not caused a major fire.
Japan was stuck under another pile of debris far away from the others. South immediately ran to her and tried to pull her out.
"Japan are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Just help me lift that rock out of me and I'll stand up on my own." She said.
"Overly independent it seems." South huffed, lifting the rock up and helping her to get on her feet.
"As if you're any different." Japan replied.
"Where's my thanks?" South teased, crossing his arms.
"Arigato, South." Japan said.
She hugged him, making South's face go red. He cursed the president in his mind for making his flag mostly white.
Japan pulled away, blushing a little as well. The atmosphere between them was quite awkward for a moment.
South caught a glimpse of North staring at him, eyes bright in that joking manner. Well shit he was going to deal with a lot of teasing when they get back home.
"South! Japan!" America called.
They looked over to realise that UN's wings were scarred from protecting the other countries. He was looking at the wings concerned.
"I won't be able to fly for a while." He said.
"Hold on, I think that there was a first-aid kit somewhere in the building. Hopefully the contents aren't destroyed." Germany said, running off.
"I think we should stop and think about what Soviet Union had said." Britain said gravely, walking over with a limp.
Everyone stopped (apart from UN) what they were doing and looked at Britain in the face of realization. With the explosion, they hadn't let the full effect of the words sink in.
"You're right, dad." America said slowly. "If he means war, he means true war. Not only Korea, but Europe and the west as well."
"So what are you gonna do, tea man? Win another world war and allow America to get the credit again?" Argentina rolled her eyes, still mad at Britain for taking the Falkland Islands.
"You remained mostly neutral during the course of ww2, Argentina. This is not the time to argue over territorial disputes or bad ties. In this war, unless a country declares themselves an ally of the Soviet Union, is considered an enemy of the communist allies."
"Is it even possible to stay neutral at this point?" North asked.
"I'm not entirely sure. Decades ago, back in the 1940s when Nazi Germany was trying to take control over Europe, it didn't attack Switzerland of some of the Central Arican countries. But the Soviet Union is different. He saw the mistakes that Germany's father made. He can use that to his advantage." Britain replied.
Germany, who had come back with the first aid kit and started to treat UN's wings, lowered his head at the mention of his father. He still had traumatic memories of his father's abuse, not wanting to think of how angered Third Reich had been when he found out that he was losing.
"I'm pretty sure that I'm his primary target." America said.
"Of course, son. But don't worry, I doubt that you would be defeated." France replied, trying to comfort her son.
America balled his fists. "Whatever. That country deserves to be defeated no matter what. His human rights violations and abuse is terrible. I'm leaving." He said, looking at everyone else. "I suggest you all too. There is no point in denying that world war 3 will start. Comfort your citizens, prepare your nation, be ready." He said, and walked away.
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In Russia, or rather, Soviet Union, were the ex-independent USSR states.
"Oh shut the fuck up." Russia growled, kicking Ukraine.
Ukraine looked at him with murder in his eyes. "You won't get away with this. Attacking my nation, then forcing me to join father?" He spat, saying the last word as if it was poison.
"It's not you didn't have a choice. You could've joined dad like we did." Kazakhstan said.
Apart from Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine, and Georgia, all the other Soviet states had joined willingly. Some joined because they were afraid, some were eager to join.
The ones who refused.. well they were annexed, then kidnapped. It was somehow done without the west or NATO attacking the others.
Soviet suddenly burst into the room, steam pouring out of his ears. He was furious.
"Fuck the west. Fuck Korea. Fuck NATO. Fuck the damn UN." He cursed.
"Father, what has happened?" Russia asked.
Soviet looked at him, redder than ever. "Get ready for war. I'm not sitting around anymore." He said.
"Fucking Europe will be first. Germany, Britain, France, Poland, all of them." He continued.
Azerbaijan blinked thrice before speaking cautiously. "Father, is this true?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?!" Barked Soviet. "I don't care how long it takes. Months, years, decades, whatever it fucking takes!"
"You." He said, pointing to Kazakhstan. "Get the country ready for war. Tell the generals and boost morale among the people. They have to believe that this is something good."
"And you." He pointed to Russia next. "Manage the propaganda department. Spread propaganda all over the country."
They both scurried off, not wanting to continue being in the presence of their father.
Soviet gave orders to all of his children, apart from the ones that did not join him willingly.
"You scums will stay here. No going anywhere. Don't you dare try to escape, or you will be killed. I'm being kind by not killing you instantly. Do you understand?" Soviet warned.
They all scowled at him, and Soviet took out his knife and threw it at them.
"I said, do you understand?" He growled.
The knife landed in the middle of Georgia and Ukraine.
Scared, the former republics nodded.
"Good." Soviet smiled sickly. "Hm.."
He yanked the knife out of the floor, the force almost smashing Georgia in the face.
"Very fine tip, isn't it?" He said softly.
Georgia did nothing but stay silent.
"I asked you a question." Soviet's face darkened.
Georgia continued to glare at him.
"You brat." Soviet snarled. He, very slowly, put the tip on Georgia's face and started to draw the communist symbol on his face.
Georgia started to scream in agony, but Soviet paid him no heed as he continued to draw until it was finished.
Blood dripped from the wound, dropping onto the floor and painting Georgia's face with red blood.
"Nice and communist, just how I like it. It's a mark to show where you belong." He smirked.
Tears fell out of Georgia's eyes, still in agony.
"Shut up, or I will do it to all of you." He looked at one of his other children. "Chain them back up. Don't want them escaping, don't we?" He smiled.
He was looking at Belarus. "Yes, father." She said.
She took them away, leaving Soviet by himself in the room.
"Finally, I have done what I have wanted to do since my creation." He smiled, looking at the map in the room.
He took some blood of the floor and marked each and every country he absolutely despised. He made sure to mark the Koreas, US, and NATO with extra blood.
"слава коммунизму." He said.