1945; the end of WWII; the beginning of the Cold War

"Hey, America, stay back for a moment? I have some news I need to tell you." Russia said, grabbing the other nation's sleeve. They were at a world meeting in San Fransisco, CA, and this was the last one before everyone left the US. Of course, the other nation's were eager to leave, and America, being the gracious host he was, was leaving last to make sure everything was in order. Also, this gave him time to look over his notes.

America shot him an icy stare. He showed only the Russian his true self, because it had been pushed out of him. No one else knew it existed, not to this degree. "What do you need, Ivan?" He said it calmly, almost sweetly. But Russia saw the threat behind the tone, if only for the use of his human name instead of his country.

Russia just smiled in response. "Well, Fredka, I just wanted to tell you to be careful. I don;t think you truly know what you are up against." He was referring to the other nation's attempts to keep communism from spreading.

Russia wanted more territories, and was working on taking Poland, as well as all the smaller nations in between. America just continued to stare,  his blue eyes sparkling with icy malice. Russia brushed past him, heading towards the door.

"Oh, and Fredka, don't get in my way," he spat over his shoulder, closing the door behind him. America sighed, turning back around and collecting his things before following the Russian out into the hall.

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sorry for the short chapter, ill try to make the next ones longer

anyways, toodaloo~!