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The Potsdam Conference...
After the three major allies defeated Germany, Russia along with America decided to meet Britian in the Potsdam, Germany.
As they walked through the doors of the Cecilienhof Palace the doors were shut behind them, Russia nor America didn't say nothing to each other as they agree to not speak towards one another from their boss.
England started the meeting congratulating the two of them of their war efforts before sitting down.
"Germany, how should we spilt it? Starting with you Russia which side do you want to take?" England asked pulling out the map of Germany and placing it on the table, Russia got up and looked over the map for a good moment before choosing.
"I think I should claim west, and you and America can claim the east." Russia replied to him pointing at west Berlin with his cane and moving it further west of the map. America was starting to get impatient and stood up before England even called his name.
"Why should Russia choose, besides I fought the two major axis powers." America said being bored, "Also without me, you would've lost." He finished before sitting down.
Russia glanced over to America with a cold glare and said something in russian under his breath before turning over to England, completely ignoring America.
England rolled his eyes, "West side it is." England responded, he still didn't mentioned America which in return America grew irritated.
"So we're playing these games? Next time you Europeans get into another war don't call me especially you England." America said folding his arms and was about to get up and leave until Russia finally responded to him out of irritation.
"I can see why he didn't mention you Alfred. You're too impatient and have a stick up you ass, which makes you hard headed." Russia mumbled enough so America can hear.
America turned around and run up to Russia putting him in a headlock, and kicking the back of his knees, dropping him to the floor. England turned around and gasped and trying to break up the fight, but to no avail he gave up. Leaving the room between the two super strength countries.
"You couldn't keep up with the damn Germans, you alone had 20 million soliders dying to them. I admit you are resilient but you sure as hell cannot be serious of letting 20 million die to your own hands." Alfred said impaling Russia to the ground, losing his grip the both of them collapsed on the floor breathing heavily.
"You are the one to talk, you the type of bastard who leave their own comrades to dust, not even dare helping them. Admit it you didn't want to join the war, you only join for the convenience." Russia said punching America his in lower abdomen making him bend over and about to curl up before he gave him an uppercut.
America collapsed to the sudden force, he spat out blood from his mouth on Russia. "Stupid prick that's not even why, I only joined because Japan attack touch my damn boats, and you Europeans can't seem to win a battle without me because when I heard that France had fell to the iron cross. I honestly thought that he would win the fight." America snapped and pulled out his gun and pointed it at Russia.
Russia pulled his gun out and reloading to aimed it at America's knee caps before pulling the trigger.
BANG
Russia successfully shot America with his pistol, America screamed in horror and shot Russia in the shoulder. Blood was gushing out of the both of them creating a pool on the floor.
"Fucking prick, you're a narcissist, motherfucker. Who thinks that they are the hero. When in truth you are nothing but a mere joke with strength." Russia snapped, dragging himself to sit up on a wall, breathing heavily.
England came back with the arrangement, and gasped. America was laying on the floor with a open gsw* to the left kneecaps and Russia laying on the wall with a gsw to the shoulder blade.
The two countries lay there dazed as England went back to get a medkit from his car to patch both of them up with bandages.
"What the fuck even happened!" England shouted as he was fixing up America, who was dazed in his own blood.
"That fucker, was triggered happy and shot me in the knee and I retaliated by shooting him in the shoulder." America respond loudly so Russia can hear, Russia glared back. "I was simply protecting my self because you draw out your gun first."
The two ended up bickering before England told them the shut the fuck up. Russia and America didn't say nothing to each other after that.
Once the meeting over the two went their separate ways. America got on his private jet to him house in New York while Russia got on his motorcycle driving to his home land.
England stood by watching th two went their separate ways before getting into his car and driving to his hubby Francis house to reconstruct Paris with him.