A/N:

So, I was going to post Hitler and Germany first. But, for my first reviewer, Krasavitsa, I've decided to do this one before the other for ya. Thanks for reviewing and I hope ya enjoy ^~^

Russia sits outside in the cold, occupying a small bench out in the middle of the snow. He sighs heavily, watching his breath puff out in front of him. His violet eyes turn to look at the building his current boss, Joseph Stalin, is in. Most likely watching ballet or sitting still for a painting to be done.

Russia looks down at the white snow he'd grown up in his entire life and kicks it, making that soft crunching noise snow always does. He really doesn't know what to think of the war. It's the second in not even a generation. And, of course, it was in Europe. Right outside Russia's front door so to speak.

A cold breeze brushes against Russia, sinking past the protective layer of thick coating and into his bare flesh. He shivers, hugging himself. This has been one of the coldest winter he's ever known. Luckily, it had come early. Germany had suddenly invaded Russia, attacking with full force and abolishing the treaty.

Stalin had been furious, blaming a few of the men in the room at the time and sending them to one of the Siberian camps. They'd cried out in fear a disbelief as they were taken away. Russia had watched through wide yes. But he says nothing, afraid for his own safety. Stalin sent shivers down the spine of the country he'd conquered.

Russia fears Stalin deeply. He even agrees with the name he has, knowing the man is pretty much made of steel. He doesn't let Russia think, have freedom. Russia wishes he could so something, anything, to stop this power hungry monster. But, he knows he can't. This is know his boss- and he has to listen to said man.

Russia looks up at the sky and watches the gray clouds gathering above head. Why him? Why do all of the bad people always choose him? Tears form in his eyes and he squeezes them

tightly to stop the water from leaking. He just wants some friends…..

But, that's never going to happen, is it?

Russia looks up when he hears someone walking across the uncovered path. He stands upon seeing it is his boss.

Stalin comes to a stop in front of him, surprising the country when he smiles.

"How would you like to go fight." Stalin said and Russia knows it's not a question.

"I would like to," Russia told him. No, he doesn't. Everyone already sees him as a bloodthirsty monster.

"Good," Stalin's smile widens if a only a little. "Because you're going tomorrow. You are to help the Americans and kill every German you see. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Russia said, not knowing why he'd be helping America. Stalin obviously has a dislike for them.

With that, Stalin says no more. He turns and continues walking through the thick snow, leaving Russia to his misery.

A/N:

Sorry if it's a bit short. And I hope I did a good job of writing Russia and Stalin. I've always seen Russia has someone who doesn't really like what his 'evil' rulers are doing. Also, I'm going to begin posting every chapter every Sunday. Well, enough said. See y'all next time ^~^