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[Sakhmet .]

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Russia and America are pushed to war,
and their colonies fight to the death, but when they
make an attempt to cease-fire, their colonies have
grown out of control, no longer obeying, and
shooting down their own team, even pursuing
their own leaders. Now Russia and America
will be forced to team up, and defeat this dilemma.

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❖RUSSIA ✗ AMERICA❖

I have America, And you have Russia! ^-^

[Chupi]

(( Okie dokie then! So, would you like to start? I'm terrible at that. XD ))

[Sakhmet .]

WOAH Fell way down in my Posts~ I'll post right away xD

[Sakhmet .]

United States of America
Alfred F. Jones
"I'll be the hero!"

America was sitting against a rock,
flinching at every gunshot. They were in the distance,
But they were definitely loud enough to frighten anyone.
They sky was dark, full of heavy clouds, and it had
seemed that way ever since the troops fell into defiance.
He truly had no idea how many sides this war and fallen into,
and how many were dead. All he could think was,
When will this end? When will they understand what STOP means?
He shook the thoughts away. He certainly wasn't going to try
and stop the raging ramparts that flew like rabid mobs in front
of him. He would be torn limb from limb before even stepping
foot into the battle field. The last time he had seen Russia
was the call off of the war, but they were flooded with
protestors. They insisted that the war go on, that one
side will win. And the colonies flooded the two countries,
tearing the room apart, and Russia and America hadn't been
faced together since then. For all America knew Russia could
be dead. America glanced down at the crimson hills in the distance,
and about 50 yards away from the largest splatter of blood was a
block of black and green moving ants in the battlefield. What was
he to do? Nothing. That's it. They will die off right? No... Not all of them...