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Farthest North

Chapter 16 - Like Father Like Son

Word count: 1071

         "She'd be safe with me! It's a cruel world here!" America paced as his father, U.K. (also known as Britain) sipped on his cup of tea as he listened, in truth only half listening as he watched the empty fire place, "She'd be nothing without me! Another Territory being tossed around."

         "Indeed," United Kingdom nodded, taking another short sip.

         "I provide for her, I've taken care of her, though I admit I had my faults."

         "Indubitably."

        "But I care for her! She's one of my strongest States. My largest! Poor Texas... Did you know that her people always joke about that? If you cut Alaska's land in half Texas would be the third largest State!" He laughed, "It's genius! She's a genius, witty, prepared for anything-"

         "Even leaving you?" U.K. glanced at his eldest son, earning a harsh stare in return.

         "Not funny."

     The man sighed as he lifted himself off the chair, slipping past the boy and leaving his cup and saucer on a tray carefully placed on a small table. He had so much hope for him, yet here he was.

         "You know, you could always come back," he shrugged his suit clad shoulders, rubbing away spare dirt from his monocle, "I'd happily welcome you into my house again, as would your mother. The poor woman, she misses you dearly. Your States would vanish and you wouldn't have to worry about any of this happening."

America's mouth hung agape as he stared, slumped over, glasses falling from his face. He came here to get some advice and instead he's being invited to betray his trusting people and basically forget his Declaration of Independence?

         "Seriously? I came here to get some advice not an invitation to step back into a cycle of abuse!" The American seethed, "You can keep your hierarchy and hypocrisy to yourself, thanks, I choose my freedom."

The older man hummed as he poured another cup of tea, dropping pieces of sugar cubes with a ski-plip, ski-plip. Picking up a piece of paper, he read over it carefully, blowing on the hot beverage before taking his first sip. America was left in a deafening silence.

         " 'My complaints are simple,' " he read, the same words from the second meeting, " 'you all know them well, but I shall repeat them for formality's sake. Ever since Russian Empire, currently known as USSR, I have been stuck in a cycle of abuse, neglect, and mistreatment. My resources exploited, my political presence non-existent. No matter my cries, no matter my attempts, I am seen as unimportant as an individual, only important because of my tiring resources, gone unnoticed by my step father, America.' "

Said Country sat on a spare couch, decorated royal blue upholstery engulfing him as he listened for the first time. He heard it during the meeting, yes, but he never truly listened. It still hurt to hear those words, a pounding in his head equivalent to a gunshot, and he knew those well. Meanwhile, U.K. continued.

         " 'I love him dearly, and am forever grateful for his heroic kindness all those years ago. When my knight in shining armor came to rescue me from the horrid dragon, who would force me to drink liquid flame each night.' "

 America held back a sob. He remembered her telling him these horror stories. Nights filled with terror from a bottle being emptied into her throat.

         " 'But I can't stay if the best position for me to be in is not as his State, but as his ally. I must follow the path that promises my own safety and well being in order to further provide for all those whom I've met and become fast friends with. My position as a Country would benefit not only me but the world as a whole!' " he added emphasis, as excited at this prospect as Alaska was when she gave her speech, " 'I mean no harm. I only want freedom."

     The older Country set the paper down, one of many copied from the meeting they held. Each Country received a stack to look over. It was safe to assume America never opened his. U.K. sighed as he watched America heave a silent sob. His sunglasses were haphazardly thrown to the side, barely on the couch and soon to fall. Placing the tea cup down, its contents nowhere near depleted, he set himself beside his son, placing a gentle, fatherly hand on his back.

         "She wants the same thing as you," he told him, "And you want the same thing as me, all those years ago. America I was hoping you had learned from my mistake. I drove you away, even now there is still contention between us. Don't follow in my footsteps on this. You have in every possible way you can, being one of the most powerful Countries in the world," he chuckled, proud of his son's achievement, an achievement he didn't need him to take hold of, "but this, is insanity, I will admit it now, seeing you in such agony. The same agony I felt."

America peered at his father with a skeptical eye. He doubted his leaving him was as painful as this. United Kingdom frowned, unimpressed with the younger Country's skepticism.

         "There is a pain here," he pressed at the back of his own neck, "and here," he circled from the back of his neck, around his forehead and back again, "I described it as a sword tip edging it's way through my brain to your mother. It drove me insane, I had to keep you just so I could stop the pain. I was losing an entire colony! Me, Great Britain!" He huffed with an amused chuckle at his own mistakes, not forgotten but long passed, "Be greater, son," he told him, "be far greater."

     America watched as his hands trembled. The scenes at Canada's house played in his mind. Finding Alaska, helping her to the couch once she was dried off. Her teeth, her dead stare, so hard to read. Was she angry? Was there bloodlust? Was she anything like Third Reich? The only clear emotion shown, that he remembered, was pure hatred. In that singular moment of hate, she attacked him... because of his own stupid, idiotic words.

         "I think," he choked on his words, tears falling on his hands as he watched them grow red in his own mind, "it's too late for that."

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Farthest North

Chapter 16 - Familiar Embraces

Word count: 1016

     A horrid burning. A muffled cry. A bright light, and Alaska was stuck beneath it. She squinted, holding a hand up to block the insanely bright object's intrusive light. She groaned as a wave of pain ran through her body, another heat wave, another fire. The pain was suddenly eased as a cold towel was brought to her forehead, and she sighed in delight, smiling ever so slightly.

         "Canada should keep doors locked tighter."

Alaska shot up, wincing as the light hit her face, finding it to be the roof of a bunker bed, short and meant for cramming as many soldiers as possible. She gave another sigh as the enemy brought her close in a cold embrace, practically dead, only a faint heartbeat being any indication of life. This is what happens to a failed Country with a chance of living, whose ideals still live on in a people no longer his, albeit hidden and few.

         "Zhere-zhere," he wiped the evaporating sweat from her head, not caring that she could potentially give him third degree burns. He chuckled at the internal joke, caressing her head lovingly, as a father would his terrified child, "Only some montz," he promised.

     The State quickly recognized her current position, wrestling herself from his grasp and stumbling to the closed door, only to fall as another wave of burning pain hit her. She coughed up smoke, the burning in her throat unbearable, her eyes stung, skin prickled and lungs ached.

         "Where am I?" she asked hoarsely, not bothering to look at the frowning Third Reich.

         "Zhe last unknown Nazi bunker," he admitted, "I killed zhe architect responsible, as vell as zhe zhree generals who knew of it. The architect vas a Jew any-vay," he spat on the ground, disgusted, "Zhe ozher zhree vere insignificant."

Alaska growled, peering at the man with a blood thirsty gaze, and he merely smiled, as if seeing an old friend.

         "Come now schatz*," he cooed, not daring to inch closer, "I have a surprise for you, but you cannot receive it vith an attitude like zhat."

And like a child being scolded, Alaska stopped her menacing display, allowing the failed Country to step close enough to help her up. 

     He opened the door with ease, helping the woman to the nearest bathroom, where she found clothes waiting for her. Alaska realized she was still in her swimsuit, limping in to inspect the clothing given, she sighed, finding the old uniform cleaned and sewn together. She knew she had no other options... and Third had obviously spent the money, perhaps his own time, to make something her size... Alaska quickly shook her head, despite the increased pain. There will be no sympathizing with a monster. He killed so many, and he paid the price. Still she couldn't go around in a swimsuit the entire time. One piece or not, she wanted to be safe more than sorry.

     Third Reich, better known as Nazi Germany, clapped his hands together once Alaska stepped out of the bathroom, adoring her well fit uniform. She fixed the collar, choking on it as she gave out labored breaths.

         "Goodness, you don't 'ave to kill yourself for a stupid collar," he told her, unbuttoning the blouse like a father would a child's coat, "Sveet thing," he sighed, placing a cold hand on her burning cheek, "You have hidden for far to long."

~.~

         "How do you lose someone that tall and with pointy teeth?" 

Japan hissed, glaring at Canada who had scoured his entire log mansion in order to find Alaska, but to no avail.

         "Don't ask me!" he seethed, "Ask Germany he's the one with experience!"

There was a long pause as Canada slowly realized what he said. He face-palmed, apologizing, receiving a curt 'it's fine' from the Country. 

         "Maybe America took her off to apologize," Russia reasoned.

         "America, apologizing?" Japan put a hand to her extended hip, "Not likely."

         "For your information," said Country appeared from a wormhole, glaring at the female, "that likelihood is much higher than you think."

But when Canada relayed the news, America's hope for forgiveness dwindled even more than it already had after a long talk with his father. Alaska had simply... left? She was sound asleep when Canada left her to get groceries. Germany, Russia and Japan came afterward, simply curious about their friend's condition. The happenings of yesterday were quite a lot to take in, and they were all glad to find out the red, white and blue Country was tight-lipped about Alaska's second summer self when he spoke to U.K.

         "How long were you gone for?" America asked his brother, who counted on his fingers, then checked his watch.

         "Maybe, three hours. That's including the trip to town and back here."

         "She could have gone zhree hours in any direction!" Germany huffed, "Vhat can ve do? Split ourselves apart to cover more ground?"

         "Actually..." America grinned, and brought out his phone, scrolling through his contacts before grinning, and quickly tapping on the bright red and gold flag, "Everyone start calling Alaska's allies!"

     The group nodded, each determined as they began to scroll through their own phones, each having paid attention to Alaska's soon to be allies. At least they hoped.

         "Yo, China, Alaska's gone missing, can-"

Needless to say, almost everyone dropped what they were doing to help in this quest. China was first to appear, traditional Chinese combat gear readied, preferred weapon of the Samurai by his side as he held the hilt of the long, sharp blade.

         "You called during training," he glowered at the Country, "but for once, I am grateful."

America rolled his eyes, Japan squealed, Russia debated on going to get a bottle of hard liquor... Germany held firmly to his collar, and soon the large group set off to find the missing State, calling for any sign of her. A sound, a sight, a smell. And through it all, the loudest cries came from America as he frantically ran to find her. He had to right this wrong, and right it he will.

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Farthest North

Chapter 13 - He’s Fine

Word count: 1060

         "Where's Canada?" America questioned as he sat down at their table, "Didn't he say he'd be here this time?"

No one wore their coats anymore, the harsh winter had turned into a glorious summer! Japan decided to make the most of it and choose a wondrous garden where greens and browns littered the view, not quite ready to give out the precious colors of flowery blooms yet. The pavilion provided shade from the warm sun, not that the group needed protection since they all welcomed the gentle rays of gold God had bestowed to the Earth's populace.

         "He hasn't cancelled," Japan looked to her phone, "unlike the last... five times," she sighed at that, "It's still not like him though..."

Everyone nodded, Germany making a comment in his native tongue that no one understood, which made him roll his eyes as he waved it off as nothing.

         "I find it oddly suspicious," Russia stated, earning a 'no duh, Sherlock' from America, which resulted in a small fist fight that Germany had to split up, with the help of Japan and the just-so-happened-to-pass-by Philippines. When the two were properly separated, Japan bowed in thanks to Philippines before he left with a wave and a smile, glad his brother Martial Law taught him something that was useful. The two now pouting Countries were back at the table.

         "Heard anything from Alaska then?" Japan questioned her trade partner, to which America gave a small nod.

         "She's called a few times. I thought it was to pick her up or something, but she always said 'no'. I'm a little vexed at how quiet she's been though."

         "Y-ike you noticed before hah-nd," Russia huffed, earning a slap upside his head from Germany, forcing the Ushanka to the ground.

America growled.

         "Maybe Canada is working through some political troubles," Japan offered, "Everyone has those times."

America's phone made a PING, startling him as he realized who it was. Quickly yanking it from his back pants pocket, the Country frowned.

        "He's not coming. Something about... political unrest."

         "Are you buying it?" Russia sat back up, dusting off his signature head covering before placing it back on his bare head.

         "He hasn't lied before," America reasoned, "I don't think he has it in him..."

         "Your fadher also didn't zhink you had it in you to revolt and dump an entire shipment of tea over zhe harbour." Germany noted with a huff, folding his arms over each other.

         "That was different," America pointed an accusing finger, "I couldn't even support myself taxes were so high."

         "Sounds y-ike a certain State," Russia glared at his rival.

         "First of all, Alaska doesn't have taxes like I did! The only exceptions being liquor, legal marihuana, Federal tax, and a few others."

         "Marihuana is legal there?" Japan marveled.

         "She plans on changing zhat to an extent," Germany clarified, "she hates zhe smell."

         "I vasn't speaking of her non-existent taxes," Russia huffed, "A-yaska had enough troubles vith dhe constant raising of food prices in general! You vwere starving her! Not to mention dhe over-use of her oil reserves!"

         "That was none of your business! What are you, spying you communist?!"

         "If some-vun vas paying attention, you vould have heard her list of grievances during dhe second meeting!"

         "BOYS!" Japan screeched, earning both their attention as she stood up, making the table shake as her fists connected with it, "instead of arguing like you're going to start another war, cold or not, I suggest we find out just exactly what is going on."

Everyone stayed quiet, Germany having occupied himself with a book he brought along. This wasn't his affair.

         "Now," she let her knuckles glide across the metal table as she put the rest of her weight on her feet, "Either we could split up, and see how both Alaska and Canada are doing, or we could all go to one house."

     It was decided that they all go to Canada's house first, much to Russia's disagreement, but if Canada was truly experiencing political unrest, he may need the moral support. America sure did during his infamous Civil War. Since Germany was the only one without heightened emotions, or at least he looked it, they used his ring, knowing that his mind wouldn't wander to other things. The group of four stepped onto the front lawn of Canada's very large log cabin, nowhere as quaint as Alaska's. It's logs gleamed in the sunlight, tints of red and white framing its glory.

It was oddly silent.

     America headed straight for the door, hoping his little brother wasn't tearing apart like he almost did all those years ago. Germany stopped him.

         "It is probably locked."

America laughed.

         "He's too trusting."

So the door was opened.

Still, silence.

The group travelled through the open living room, leaving small tracks of water behind from the misplaced puddle on the front step. Japan mumbled something about a horror movie, Russia resisted the urge to check the fridge, and Germany admired the architecture. Meanwhile America was looking frantically through the first floor for his little brother.

         "Canada?" He had no clue why he was whispering.

         "Perhaps he's-" Germany was interrupted by a crash from the second story of the house, a familiar yet foreign sound of glass, alerting the Countries as they started running up the stairs, failing to take note of the trail of water that only went one way.

     Each searched a room for the source of the eerie sound, finding each bed of Canada's States empty, and Canada's in disarray. This alarmed America the most, knowing how tidy his brother was.

         "Where have we not checked?" Japan questioned, and all became silent, having the same idea: Listen.

All came to the same conclusion: it was far too quiet.

         America sighed, about to go out when Germany stopped him with an arm. The red, white and blue Country was going to protest, but the German put a finger to his lips before pointing toward the one door in Canada's room. The master bath. The light was on, and a long trail of water seemed to try and hide beneath the door. Everyone slowly inched forward, the first to take the nob being America as he forced the building saliva down his throat. All peered in as the door swung. No one made a sound at what greeted them.

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Farthest North

Chapter 12 - She’s Fine

Word count: 1356

     Alaska decided that a stroll would be nice... what she didn't expect was going for a stroll with two very unprepared Countries.

         "It's waist deep!" Screamed America as he fell off Alaska's porch.

         "Dude, you need to get out more," Canada chuckled, helping the fallen man back up on the porch. He peered back in through the open door, watching as Alaska placed her bouquet of roses in a clear, snow-like vase. America was a complete gentleman and brought her blue roses with 8 gold ones in its center. 

         "You two go on ahead," she called, "I'll catch up."

They nodded before Canada made sure his elder brother had all of his snow gear on, soon trudging through the waist deep snow. It wouldn't be hard for the State to catch up with their trail and slow pace. 

         "The flowers were a nice touch," Canada smiled warmly.

         "Anything to keep me on her good side," he grinned.

         "For the last time, America, she doesn't hate you. Far from it."

A soft plodding of snow interrupted their conversation as they saw Alaska walk past them... gliding atop the snow. She wasn't even sinking down, not enough to cover her heavy mukluks anyway.

         "Hold up," America squinted as he took his sunglasses off, making Alaska turn around.

         "What?"

         "I know you're tall," Canada started, equally as curious, "but you're not... that tall..."

The blue and gold woman tilted her head as she stared at the two, confused. She then looked down, and laughed, bringing confused looks to her step uncle and step father's faces. Alaska then lifted up a foot, revealing strapped snowshoes, made of willow and strips of hide.

         "Snowshoes."

     This was a distant memory by now. When the snow was still high, and the birds hadn't travelled back from their winter vacation yet. Now the snow was wet, the human children were making snowmen, though they looked more like mud-men. Everyone was greeting Spring with excited faces. It came early, that meant warm weather, sprinklers and swimsuits. No more heavy coats, no more clunky snow boots and best of all, no more ice on the roads. Everyone was being seen more often as their breath was seen less in the open air, smiles always willing to greet their neighbor, for most anyway. Such wasn't the case for North Korea and other such Countries. The recent events weren't forgotten, of course.

     Everyone was so excited, not only did Spring bring warm weather, but it would possibly bring a State to Country-hood. They couldn't wait for the next meeting... but U.N. kept forgetting. A constant flow of letters, a reminder on his calendar, even an alarm on his phone... he always seemed to be easily distracted. Even U.N. himself was confused. He wasn't this forgetful, everyone agreed. It was abnormal for him, and he hated it... Alaska deserved to be a Country. 

         "Has anyone seen her?" Canada questioned the group, "I've been looking everywhere."

Japan shook her head with a frown.

         "The last I saw she was in a hurry to get home, so asked China if he could send her back."

         "When was that?" the worried Country questioned.

         "Dhree days ago," Russia finally took his coat off, then his Ushanka, wiping sweat from his brow, "I vas getting groceries."

        "Only because Yakutia finally started complaining," Mongolia huffed, earning a sober growl from Russia, which was even scarier than if he was drunk.

         "Stay avway from my kids," he warned, and the Country scuttled away.

     Sighing, Canada decided to ask America. He's been doting on her for awhile now, so perhaps he knows where she's been. It was a short walk through the wormhole to find the powerful Country playing with his States in the backyard. Arizona was still in a heavy coat as she sat under a heat lamp, giggling through her shivers, only to yell at Utah as he threw a snowball her way. Canada had to duck as Wyoming pounced on him from the newly set up trampoline in the backyard, sending the State flying into a pile of roof-shed snow.

         "You okay?" he chuckled, picking up the snow covered boy.

         "Never better!" his buffalo scrunched up on his face as snow melted down his back.

         "Four!"

Canada was struck by a snowball to his head.

         "New Jersey," America scolded, "What did I say about keeping the snowballs from the waist down?"

Canada chuckled as he wiped the remaining snow from his red and white face.

         "But tha' horts worse..." 

The boys around him agreed, and America winced.

         "Alright the chest down." He submitted, and they all cheered, resuming their game, "What's up? Besides that snowball," the patriot inquired with an embarrassed chuckle.

         "I've been looking for Alaska," Canada explained his quest, only to see that this mission was fruitless by the deep frown that covered his brother's face, "You forgot again, didn't you."

America stomped the snow beneath him in his anger at himself.

         "I'm a terrible father..."

        "You're not the one who lets his kids drink vodka," Canada huffed, "I'll go with my only lead then."

         "I'll come wi-"

         "Papa! Come build a snowman with me!"

America turned to see New Mexico waving him down, and sighed.

         "You stay here," Canada chuckled, "I think your hoard needs your attention."

         "Oh, ha. Ha." he adjusted his sunglasses, "You'll tell me if she's alright?" 

         "Of course," Canada assured.

         "Cool. Stay safe Cana-dad."

         "Sure thing A-mom-ica."

         "Ha-... wait what?"

But Canada was already jumping through his self made wormhole, laughing before landing in far from waist deep snow. It confused him... was he not in the right place? No, he was sure he thought of Alaska. Looking up, indeed this was her cabin, though it was strangely odd to see without it's snow covered walls. Looking around, the Canadian saw no tracks, aside from a moose, but those were old, and it seemed to be running. Perhaps Alaska scared it off.

     Stepping up to the porch, the man noticed one thing: the door was ajar. Opening it up further, he peered in. The roses were wilted in their vase, blue a deathly grey, and golden-yellow a hideous puke-like green. Mold covered the sides of the vase, making it look choked. 

         "Alaska?" he called, receiving nothing but silence.

     The floor creaked beneath his booted feet, and he shivered from how cold the house was. There was no difference between inside and outside temperatures. Panic began to set in as Canada looked to the messy kitchen, seeing bloodied knives dried and still waiting cleaned, plates shattered on the floor, and a trail of crimson droplets leading to the living room, and behind the wardrobe. The behemoth had obviously been moved, a surprising feat in itself with the heavy wood, especially since it had also been moved back. Canada managed to at least move it some as the feet squealed their disliking of being pushed along. When it would budge no more, he tried to peer behind it, only to hear a pin drop. Picking up the red colored object, Canada's eyes widened, soon tearing down the paper hidden behind the wardrobe.

     Down came millions of tacks, some red, others white, a few were green. Each having a sticker attached, each sticker with a name. The one he held read "Poland". The paper finished it's fluttering, the map of the world torn after several tacks stayed in their place on the wall. Backing from his horrid discovery, Canada called for Alaska again, hearing a soft whimpering, barely heard over his beating heart, from the hallway. Tack still in hand, the frantic Country barely missed the bear trap as he slammed into the wall, seeing one of two rooms with it's light on. Expecting the worst, he slowly opened the door, peering in with panicked breaths sending puffs of fogged air out before him. Canada froze at what he saw.

         "A-Alaska?"

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Fun fact:

     During Russian Empire's rule, Alaska Natives were used as test subjects. One known test was how many people a bullet could go through before stopping. The known maximum was 8 people before the bullet halted.

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Farthest North

Chapter 19 - Brainwashed

Word count: 1345

         "You're insane!"

Alaska accused with a pointed finger, staring at her reflection. 

         "How many times could you have escaped? Look at yourself," she scratched her exposed arms after folding up the sleeves. No blood hit the metal sink, but her father made her swear not to use self harm as a means to escape her inner battles. She may not have had the best father, but he would care from time to time... "He suspects nodhing, yet here you are, enjoying yourself? It is despicable. You're attacking friends! He vants dhis!"

What looked like a rash on her arm grew as she rubbed her skin, not raw, but close. She stopped herself before she broke her promise to her father, instead holding tightly to the edges of the metal sink.

         "Stay strong..." she told herself, "Dhe oders vill come, dhey vill... dhey vill, trust me! Dhey vill come."

         "Mein schatz*?" Third called from the outer hallway of the Nazi bunker, "My dear you've been holed up in zhat rest room for half hour by now... I am vorried."

Worried? A heartless man was worried? Highly unlikely, but the World War 2 super power was... His little girl wasn't even speaking to him, though he had passed by multiple times just to see how she was doing. A hand went to a bandaged arm, multiple burned swastikas forever embedded on his skin. He added one more that morning, for not thinking of placing his ring back in Germany's pocket, or at least on his dresser top, as if his son had forgotten it. But no, it was in his own pocket. He couldn't afford for her start breaking down now, they were so close! He couldn't afford another disappointment.

         "Alaska, please," he rested a hand on the door, "come out..."

With a heavy sigh, Third Reich hugged the woman before she could protest once the door was opened. He looked to the metal sink, seeing dents where her grip became too tight. Once he let go, the genocidal man placed a gentle hand on her cheek, Alaska's skin burning, as hot as the Auschwitz fires.

         "Your North star is glowing my dear," he frowned, "Vhat does zhat mean?"

Alaska was silent as her breath came out like smoke, a dark comparison to the condensation of winter puffs.

         "It means Juneau is burning."

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     America ordered for troops to carry as much water as they could. Canada ensured them safe passage of his borders so they didn't have to take the long way to Alaska's capital. Juneau was going up in flames, and while no calls had come, America was going to help. He only knew of it because the fires had started to spread into Canada's land. But as quickly as the fire came, it was gone. The Navy and Airforce came back saying it was taken care of long before they had arrived. America seemed to have forgotten that Alaska had her own military now, and fully capable citizens. 

         "This kid's insane!" Australia declared, a coughing fit coming soon after, "Crickey, not even I can handle a few fires. My people are going nuts!"

         "She's gone through this before Aussie," Canada told him, "she knows what to expect, you had no clue this was coming."

The Country nodded, sighing. 

         "South America isn't going to let me live this down, I can tell 'ya that!"

Australia being both a Country and a Continent, had the ability to travel to another hidden world. He was the odd one out, of course, since most hate conversing with their younger separations of their land. They found them intolerable.

         "Why not ask South Pole for help?" America walked through the door, his military uniform still on.

         "First:" he let out another coughing fit, smoke coming up in plumes, just like Alaska, "It's Antarctica, he doesn't like that nickname. Second: He's melting, dude, I can't do that to him."

     The two Countries talked with their younger brother, until China called the eldest about Alaska's whereabouts. They found her. So with a regretful 'goodbye', America left, Canada close behind as Australia gave them his best wishes in finding the grown State, and bringing down the Nazi menace once and for all. A nurse came in with a fresh jug of ice cold water, and despite his current state, Australia couldn't help but flirt just a little. He might be burning, and in pain, but that didn't stop him from having joy in his life. The nurse left with a giggle, leaving him alone... so he called U.K.

         "What have you found?"

     The father sighed, looking between the Countries who had shown. Ukraine wasn't too excited about this entire fiasco about to go down, neither was Belarus, but they were determined to save their older sister. Russia and Germany were determined to get in the Nazi bunker found deep within what used to be East Germany, the boy, now man, who embodied it's unification was furious that his twin sister was used like that. Who would expect a Nazi bunker where USSR used to reign? It enraged him, and brought faint memories of her murder after the fall of the Berlin Wall. 

         "A Nazi bunker, very well hidden, several feet under ground," U.K. finally answered, "Bloody sneaky, Third is," he admitted, "but America says he'll have it opened within th-"

A loud creak interrupted the conversation, though short, and everyone peered from their hiding places to see what was going on. 

         "Covards," Third huffed, "How long vill you hide like Jews hide zhier money bags?"

         "Why I oughta-!"

America held back Israel, who made a drastic change into his war gear. Germany had to hold him back too, reminding the Country that Third Reich failed.

         "Give us back Alaska!" America ordered, the circle of Countries closing in to surround him, but the dead man just laughed.

         "Or vhat? You'll nuke me? Vait, nein, zhat's zhe short vun."

         "Dhey're all short Dhird."

The surrounding Countries looked to the still open door, eyes going wide, jaws dropping, several gasps resounding as they saw the grown State reveal her war clad self. She wore no hat, the fire that enveloped her North Star would have burned it, her military blouse held a cape of pure mountain goat fur on one side, while the other was short sleeved, blisters plainly shown yet they didn't seem to bother her as they oozed a slick, clear substance. White pants came down to her ankles, light dress shoes as black as fresh ashes. This was what she looked like after declaring war. This was what the others knew to fear... her sharpened teeth gleamed in the sunlight, a sudden unbearable heat to those who watched, even as shivers ran down their backs when this she-devil looked their way.

         "Al-vays stuck in dhe shadows of dhe great vuns." she chuckled lowly.

         "Alaska, please," America dared come closer, "He's brainwashed you. He'll invade just as he did everyone else he made a treaty with!"

         "A variable I have contemplated," she nodded soberly, expression now blank.

         "Facts don't lie," Germany stood next to his friend, joined by Russia and Japan, "My fazher cannot be trusted."

         "Ah, but neizher can you!" Third Reich cheered, "Russia, your fazher abused her. You vould have done zhe same! America, you abandoned her! Left her to fend for herself, abused her resources! Canada you're nozhing but a selfish dummkopf**, vanting nozhing but more land and resources. But vait, vhat am I missing? Oh, ya***, of course! Alaska is prime military support for every single vun of you!"

Everyone flinched... 

They all realized it. Alaska was perfect for any military. Land, resources, anyone with military power there had power over the U.S., Canada, even Russia. They were all selfish, everyone knew it, but not this time.

         "And vhat have you done Dhird?" Russia huffed, "Besides kidnap her and manipulate her to do your bidding?"

     The Nazi menace smiled wider.

         "I gave her an escape."

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* Mein Schatz - My treasure (German)

** Dummkopf - imbecile, or idiot (German)

*** Ya - yes (German)

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Farthest North

Chapter 15 - Imaginary Friends

Word count: 1217

         "Alaska!" A native Aleut, most commonly called an Eskimo by outsiders, called for his Territory, the little girl looking over as she picked up her bright red scarf to run and meet him halfway, "Someone has docked in Homer, a ship like no other."

Curious, the embodiment of the U.S. Territory agreed to find out who this stranger was. If they proved hostile, she wouldn't hesitate to attack. She made sure her Lynx was with her, the only thing that seemed to calm her down in these summer months with it's plush fur and motherly instincts always trying to keep her from trouble.

     When she arrived, thanking her step father for the quick journey before he left, Alaska sighed. This wasn't an everyday occurrence, so she had to keep herself calm. With a small entourage, she stumbled over netting, only to be finally picked up by a sailor, who made her giggle as he placed her on his shoulder. She hoped this new arrival didn't mind her being taller than them, be it artificial height or not. Her sharper teeth could be intimidating! She was just glad of her bright red scarf that hid it from America.

         "Nien! Leg es dort hin!" * 

         "What an odd language..." Alaska giggled, "I like it!" 

The group laughed, earning the stranger's attention as he whipped around, and gave a broad smile as he saw the Territory, though in truth he was disappointed. He was hoping for a challenge.

     For a minute Alaska stared, as did everyone else. She tapped the man's shoulder to be put down. The little Territory stepped over a rope, looking up at the massive ship, metal and rivets looming over her, then to the obvious Country who had docked on her shores, his smile faltering at her silence, hiding his sharp teeth from her. The girl beckoned him to kneel down, her Lynx growling, but she paid no mind as she held the scarf up around her mouth. When he hesitantly kneeled, she used one hand to poke his lips out of the way, and she smiled, revealing her own sharp, menacing teeth.

         "You're like me."

~.~

         "So you met before zhe var," Germany nodded, "Before he revealed his true colors."

The State nodded, calm by now. It helped that America had run off somewhere unknown, thankfully so. 

         "We became friends. He'd visit often(!)." She took another sip of her ice cold water, having been in the freezer for a time before being handed to her, "He knew what it was I was going through each summer, the unbridled anger that would fester, heightened emotions, mostly negative, a constant misery. So he helped me find ways to cope."

         "Ah-nd how vas dhat?" Russia questioned, truly curious, but also deathly afraid of the possibilities.

     Alaska looked to Canada, who nodded, stepping into another room before coming back out of what could be seen as his library. Germany and Russia carried over a coffee table at the red and white Country's order, and he spread out a large map of the world.

         "This is one of many plans to take over your lands." Alaska whispered, shameful of what she so willingly configured in order to feel better, and mentally stable to a point, "I've made more than you can count, it's how I won against Japanese Empire when he took over my islands."

Japan stepped closer, finding her defenses easily crushed by this State. Her fingers trailed to find red lines all across Alaska's borders. Further security. She scanned the map, finding Canada with barely enough strength to fend off the marked attacks, the barrage of bombs, the lack of life for his military. America was no better. First his capital, then his farms. Cut off all waterways and poison the rivers. It was insane but it could work. Australia was basically sunk, China wouldn't know what hit him and Russia? He seemed to suffer the worst of all.

         "This is one of twelve she's made so far this summer," Canada explained, "usually one of her people will visit to throw away and burn what she's made. I decided to bring her here since anyone could walk in her house."

         "Said the one who keeps his door unlocked," Alaska huffed, only to cough as smoke came from her mouth in plumes.

         "Okay, you have me on that one," he sighed.

         "And you're okay with this?" Japan looked to the friendly Country, "You have seen your every defense and offense torn down. By what this map shows, it would only take matter of days, not months, not years, days, to take your land and leave you powerless."

         "She was still a territory," Canada defended her, "easily swayed, easily programmed. Third manipulated her into this for his own gain, and she saw that!"

         "Still, it is troublesome," Germany shook his head, still staring at his borders. Did he really have so many faults?

All was silent as everyone thought, but it didn't last long as Alaska threw her glass to the floor, standing up to loom over Germany.

         "I had my chance to betray my Country," she sneered, "I could have gone vith Dhird! He understood, still does! He vas like a Fadher to me for longer than America or  USSR. Vhat do I have to do? To vhat lengths do I have to go to prove I am nodhing like him?!" Tears evaporated from her cheeks, "I do not vish to kill. I do not vish to betray you all."

Canada gently brought her back down to sit on the couch, and the woman cried into his shirt as she lost her enthusiasm for this seemingly hopeless goal of becoming a Country.

         "Perhaps... America is right."

         "Say that again and I vill steal your land from America." Russia threatened, earning a startled stare from his older sister, "You quit now, the abuse vill continue. No matter vhat he says, that idiot vill not change!" He pulled her up to stand, bending down to pick up the plans so carefully made, only to trudge over to the elaborate fireplace, striking flint to create flame, big enough to burn, but small enough to keep the house cool. He looked to find that Alaska had followed him, so he gave her the map, then pointed to the fire, "Burn your own plans. Dhen vwe vill see if you are like those two злодеи**."

     Everyone watched in anticipation as the State hesitated. She held the map gingerly, as if it was going to shatter any second. Creating something like this was hard work... she couldn't just throw it away like this... but it meant nothing but trouble. Wasted time and tools aside, she couldn't lose her friends over something she didn't even want to go through with. Taking a deep breath, Alaska opened it, taking one last look at her creation before tearing it in half, then quarters, and through it into the fire, watching it burn as the light shone in her smiling eyes, toothed grin showing triumph.

         "I am no villain."

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*Nien! Leg es dort hin - No! Put it over there! (German)

(!) - The only major contact was with Japan during WW2, there is no indication or history of any German troops, before or during the war, coming into Alaska.

**злодеи - villains (Russian)

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Farthest North

Chapter 20 - Betrayal

Word count: 735 I apologize for the short chapter.

         "What kind of escape is teaching her how to attack people?!" America screeched.

Third Reich merely laughed, his current sidekick standing as stone, expression blank, North Star still ablaze. Every time she breathed smoke came from her mouth, and new blisters appeared along her arms. The other was covered by the heavy cloak of fur, looking agonizingly hot, yet Alaska didn't seem fazed by any of it. She stood there, stoic and unmoving.

         "Vhat do you do vhen you're angry?" the genocidal man replied, "You lash out! It's perfectly normal, and her deep rooted hate tortured her for years!"

         "Hate for vhat?" Russia huffed, "our fadher? Yeah, I get dhat, but everyone else?"

Third huffed, tired of their lack of understanding. No one seemed to understand him, except Alaska to an extent, but even that didn't last when he started the war. But now? He was very close to having her full loyalty.

         "Everyone else..." Alaska began, "Vould have done dhe same..."

         "And zhere you have it!" Third let out a boisterous, maniacal laugh, a high pitched squeal that made everyone cringe, "Zhe only vun who can be called fazher in her eyes, is me! Und* vhat does a loyal daughter do?" he placed a gentle, cold hand on her exposed shoulder, making Alaska look to him with a complacent gaze.

         "Alaska," her step father called gently, feeling a heavy weight descend on his shoulders as she looked to him, and the invisible blade tip deepened in his skull as her blank stare turned to one of hate.

         "Vhat vould you have done once I became useless?" she questioned, and America stilled, barely being held up by Russia and Japan.

         "Baby girl," he pleaded for the pain to stop, "You never, were useless in my eyes."

         "Lies!" she declared, "Sew-vards folly, dhat vas my title! I had nodhing you vanted but y-and, dhat vas dhe initial dhought," tears evaporated once again from her cheeks, never to meet the ground, as blisters appeared on her face, "Dhen 1902, aside from some meat ah-nd furs, oil. Suddenly gold, precious metals, but did you care about dhe vun who you took it from?"

         "NO!" 

Everyone stared at America's outburst as tears filled his eyes, glasses having been thrown to the ground in his anger at himself.

         "I didn't care!" His tears fell to the ground, watching as Alaska took a step back, surprised at this sudden show of pure regret, and love, "I didn't care even after World War Two! You were the only State to see battle, the only State to feel your people be slaughtered and I didn't care! I gave so little to help you. You had the chance to leave me, yet you didn't. Even after ignoring you for so long then. I can imagine Third told you of being able to take revenge on your father, but you refused even that."

U.K. smiled softly, proud that his son was able to admit this. He for sure, could never, even now.

         "I don't... You..." he sighed, wiped stray tears from his cheeks, and picked up his glasses, though he didn't place them back on his face. He looked back up at the woman, seeing her unsure. Unsure what to think or unsure what to do, he didn't know. Taking one last deep breath, America said what pained him, "I don't deserve you, as my State. You- You deserve better."

     A tense silence. Third looked to his protégé. What a speech that was, but was it enough to sway her from their plan? Said female was silent, not a finger did she lift in response, and it worried everyone. Some response was better than no response, and she seemed to want to make it worse as Alaska brought a shaking finger to her blackened lips, expression morphing from one of uncertainty, to a twisted smile, a practiced grace to her change in attitude, white eyes holding a sick joy to them. Her laugh made the skin of every Country within hearing range prickle, so joyful, so twisted... even Third couldn't help but become a little worried as her head began to rest on his shoulder. He felt the heat from her burning North Star as it singed his hat.

         "Vhat a show, dear America," she twittered, "Спасибо**, for your patronage."

     A shot rang out, and America fell.

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* Und - and (German)

** Спасибо - Thank you (Russian)

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Farthest North

Chapter 17 - Pick and Choose

Word count: 1061

         "Papa?" The young Alaska whispered, peering from behind her father toward the strange man with white, red and blue markings on his face. What was going on? Was this a new ally? 

The taller personification bent down, bringing her out from her hiding place as he pat her head, making sure her coat was on correctly, hiding the scars. He motioned with a finger to tell her to smile, and smiled back once he noted she had no showing pointed teeth. This would make the deal much easier. 

     Money was exchanged, and young Alaska watched as her father left her land, making no move to call for him, beg him to come back. She held no questions as to why he sold her, it was bound to happen. She was useless to him, her resources nearly depleted, her people ravaged and she... wasn't able to take much more abuse. A painful reminder that she was still healing came as this newcomer placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she flinched away. America frowned, his bowler hat and trench coat firmly pressed to his body as a gust of wind flew by, making everyone but the territory flinch at its painful stab. Alaska noted that the Country was still shivering, even under his coat, so did what her father said not to, and took off the far to big parka, walking around and placing it on his shoulders. The man smiled, nodding his thanks, until he saw the deep cuts and bruises, loosely bandaged, all over her now bare arms, up her neck, around her fingers, and probably down her tiny stick legs, covered in some sort of hide, as most of her native people wore.

     Reaching out a hand, the girl winced, stepping back, but America patiently waited, extended hand showing no threat. She neared, slowly, until he could turn her around, exposing multiple deep wounds as he further loosened the bandaging on her neck, some still having shards of glass embedded in her skin, covered over as her body repaired itself.

         "What did he do to you?" he turned her around again, seeing tears fall from her cute little face. Was it fear? Pain?

The Country could only bring her closer in a gentle hug as he whispered.

         "Never, shall you feel this abuse again..."

And her flag changed.

~.~

         "Vonderful!" Third applauded, reaching out to take the map of France, but Alaska hit his hands away before he could touch it.

         "How many times must I tell you?" she growled, teeth bared, "I make it, I keep it. If you so badly want your own, do it yourself."

         "Is zhat any vay to speak to your fah-ter?" He pointed an accusing finger, but this only made her growl.

         "You are no fadher of mine."

To this the Nazi menace only smiled sweetly, rounding the table to look at the woman straight on. Leaning against its edge, he spoke once more, as a father would his child.

         "Sveet thing, I am zhe closest to a fah-ter you vill ever have. Who helped you in your times of frustration? Who assured you vere not a monster, a freak of nature! Vhat country made sure you vere not alone on hot nights filled wizh zhe screams of your people caught be-tvween zhe fires?"

Alaska shook, refusing to listen, but she couldn't help but hear him. He was the only one who ever showed compassion when most would have run away, sold her off, made her someone else's problem. Third helped her, Third let her be herself... with no price asked, nothing in return. He cared for her in those few measly years... he made an impact she'd never forget.

     A cold hand placed itself on her shoulder, the fabric of the uniform raging hot in comparison. Third Reich offered a cold glass of water, to which the State took eagerly, downing the glass as another heat wave ravaged her land, and she fell to her knees, reigning in a sob as she felt the death of another one of her citizens. 

         "I... need to help them..." she tried to get up, but was stopped by the red, white and black colored menace, who only gave her a worried expression.

         "You vill only hurt yourself further, schatz*," he advised, "you are no good to zhem dead."

         "Did you tell zhat to Hitler?" she cackled, and Third prickled. Never has she mocked him in such a way, then again she has only seen him once since the beginning of World War 2. He couldn't decide if he was proud that she gave in to such a torturous joke, or if he was enraged. The man decided to go for the first of two.

         "You're accent is getting stronger," he chuckled, "I vill make a German of you yet."

         "Good luck," she huffed, smoke escaping her mouth as she looked up to the failed Country, a dangerous shimmer in her eye as she smiled with menacing teeth, "I am Russian at heart, Dhird Reich. Ah-nd ve are known for being stubborn."

     With this planted in his mind, Alaska stood, rolling the map into a canister, before placing it in what was a wine wall, long emptied. 20 more filled the small holes in the wall. The blue and gold woman stood back, admiring her work. 20 of 195 countries demolished... and all this planning was done in a mere 4 hours. Nothing held her back with Third Reich. No constant nagging in her mind that these were her friends, most of them. Out of sight, out of mind, and Third knew that. He knew her better than even USSR, and he was so proud of himself, but it only showed in a twisted smirk. With Alaska as his ally, he could rule the world! If he were to die, she could take over, follow in his foot steps. If only this woman were his daughter, if only he had offered to buy her off from America before he started the war, but he was to eager in this, and wanted her to betray the American. That would have hurt much worse. He wanted his way... and he would get it, but this would come at a cost, but for her, he would gladly excuse his old habits. He couldn't betray his treasure.

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*Schatz - Treasure (German)

The above picture was drawn by me, using colored pencil and ink pen. And yes I do realize America’s flag is incorrectly drawn, this was an old fan art I made for the story but I’m very proud of the shading.

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Farthest North

Chapter 21 - Here to Help

Word count: 1115

         "Wake up!"

America sat up with a gasp, the first thing he checked for was the bullet wound in his stomach, or was it his head? No he'd be dead... his chest maybe? Not a hole in his shirt, not a scar on his body, except for those already there for years now. He looked to the people around him. Canada, Israel, Brazil... 

Where were they?

Where was Alaska?

         "Give him room you idiots."

To answer his second question, the blue and gold starred woman made her appearance as Countries were moved out of the way. A large circle was opened around America and he stared at his State. She no longer wore her war regalia, but the uniform was unmistakably one of Nazi's, though the sleeves were torn off, and pants rolled up into capris. She smiled sweetly, despite the burns and blisters on her skin. Her sharp teeth were still foreboding...

         "The... gunshot-"

         "Right into Third's back," she shrugged, "Unfortunately he got away before he could bleed out. Still had his ring." 

         "And you fainted y-ike some pansy," Russia laughed, only to be easily tripped by Alaska's long leg. He grumbled at his older sister, but she ignored him, helping the downed American up onto his feet again. His uniform faded away, back to his NATO T-shirt and jeans. The woman laughed when he looked for his sunglasses, only to find them in her hand... and to high for him to reach.

         "Not fair!" He jumped to grab them, but only received a cruel laugh in return, from her and everyone else, "Give them back!"

         "Alright," she chuckled, "shorty."

         "Hey that's my bit!" Russia declared only for his Ushanka to be torn off his head, and it was his turn to grumble and jump, though he was taller than America. The group laughed, and when Alaska finally gave him back his head covering, she finally looked around, seeing all of whom would be her allies as a Country.

        "You all... came for me?"

         "Of course," China came up behind her, pressing a cool towel soaked in ointment to her blisters, having disappeared for a time to attain the soothing piece, "You're our ally, and friend."

         "Friendly rival," Saudi Arabia corrected, having joined the ride since they shared at least one thing in common.

Alaska thanked the Country for his kindness and medical expertise on such short notice, taking the cloth into her own hand, though China's lingered as he gave her a soft smile, to which she returned.

         "Alaska..."

The group looked to America, his usual cocky air gone, replaced with a solemn and regretful expression. He shuffled a foot, fighting with his pride as a Country.

         "Look... I... What I said- um. I meant it. You would serve the world better, if you were a Country, and I'm okay with that."

There was a long pause as Alaska looked to her Country with a surprised stare, only for it soften into a knowing one.

         "No you're not."

         "Can I not have a moment where I don't look like the bad guy here?"

The group laughed, Japan, Germany, Canada and Russia closest to the frustrated man, though it quickly dissipated as he was embraced by his State, soon to be ally, her boisterous laughter filling his ears, and foreign heat suddenly making him sweat as she put him down before burning him.

         "Wait... where's Australia?"

   Said Country sighed... U.K. wasn't answering his calls anymore. America must have forgotten his phone. Canada's might be dead... New Zealand is probably ignoring his, and these blasted fires just wouldn't stop. He groaned as another wave of heat hit him, another home burned, another loved one of a family lost. He chuckled. Snakes, Scorpions, Spiders. He's faced everything that could have killed him, been bitten multiple times by dangerous creatures, and here he was, being beaten by a fire. It's not even a living being yet it's swallowing him whole. 

         "Down und'a alright," he huffed, "Six feet und'a."

         "Oh please," the bed ridden Country looked up wearily, "Try going through your current circumstance every summer."

         "Alaska?" he stared at her, dumbfounded as she sat at the edge of his bed, "Blimey I thought they failed!"

         "Why, because you weren't there with your boomerang?" she laughed.

         "Very funny," he poked her, only to hiss at the movement of his own arm, then he noticed the blistering and burns all over her own, up her neck, and creeping onto her face. They both breathed the smoke of their land, black puffs that made the two of them beg for winter within their minds, not that Australia could beg for much with his climate. He looked to his finger, finding blood and puss at it's tip from his playful jab, "How... d'you do it?"

The State hadn't even flinched when he poked her.

     She smiled softly, only to get up, retrieving extra bandages from a cupboard left by a nurse. She unrolled the gauze of his arm, making him hiss, but she never stopped the action, simply unrolling it as fast she could, removing dried puss and blood up to his shoulder. She then began to wrap it up again with the new bandaging, expertly, having done it multiple times before, all on her own. Still Australia hissed, the burning sensation never leaving, stinging and prickling all up his arm and into the nerves of his neck. Alaska repeated this action to the other arm, earning the same response no matter how much Australia didn't want to show the pain.

         "Years of experience," she told him after securing the end of the cloth strip down, "and summers of pure terror."

Australia wiped his tears on the edge of the hospital blanket. Alaska should be in the same predicament, here in the human world, on a hospital bed being taken care of. Instead she was walking around in shorts and a T-shirt, a bright red scarf around her neck to hide those sharp pearly whites. She held no shame in her blisters and burns that went from her neck to her feet, instead she wore them proudly.

         "I'm sending troops, Firefighters, well trained and well informed of your current situation."

         "Wait, what about you?" He panicked, not wanting to hinder her efforts to extinguish her own fires.

         "My people know what to do," she told him with a shrug, "Fire safety and training is part of the curriculum of my schools (!)."

         "You're somth'n else," Australia shook his head, earning a short twitter of a laugh in return.

         "Thanks, I think."

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(!) - Fire safety is taught in all schools, fire training is taught in a select few such as Hutchison High School.