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Texas had always thought it was weird how his soulmate never talked to him. It started to make him think he didn’t have one at all when he became a country. After so many years of silence, loss and conflict Texas found the friends and eventually the family he was looking for. His father, America, tried his best to take care of him and his siblings especially after World War One. Due to the amount of stress and threats the states received, Ame had made sure that they could communicate with him no matter where he was in the world. Things only got more complicated from then on though causing the promise to be harder to keep each year. Mostly due to the world recognizing the US as a powerful country which made Dad choose to keep his work and social life separate. America's fear was that others wanted to use his children against him. Texas believes that paranoia was mostly caused by the American Civil War that happened in the 1860s.

His siblings on the other hand were usually kind, but of course some couldn’t understand why Texas ran things the way he did. Fights broke out here and there now, but things were a lot calmer between all of them. He found a close bond with Louisiana, Arizona and Tennessee after some time and understanding. He loved them, but he still craved the close relationship of a soulmate bond.

He looked at Alaska and Mane at the table being reminded of their soulmate relationship by identical patterns of ink on their skin. They met when Alaska was introduced to everyone for the first time, and they became fast friends shortly after. Once they both got closer the soulmate pair both told everyone that they wanted to follow fate’s path and stay together. They are now almost always talking together or sending each other mail at very least. Their friendship was wonderful and Texas was happy for them, but was also envious of the fact that he could never have such a bond.

Texas, was trying to shake the feeling when he glanced at his arm and saw it. “Встреча в 7:30,” was written on him in red ink. The handwriting was clean and was clearly made from a fancy ink pen, which would be hard to wash out. At the moment though Texas didn’t care. He was so happy that he jumped up when he saw it and ran to find something he could write with. They needed to know that he was in fact real as well. He wrote ‘Hello’ in English with blue ink. His heart was racing in his chest and he could barely write coherently due to his excitement. He then reminded himself that his soulmate may not even understand the word due to them writing in another language.

“You okay Texas?”

The voice startled Texas out of his thoughts. When he looked up he saw Louisiana giving him a concerned look for his room’s doorway. Texas had to think for a solid second before responding, “I am okay Lou no need to worry. Just remembered something I needed to write down.”

Louisiana only gave him an unconvinced look before simply sighing and walking out of the his room. Texas turned his attention back to his arm waiting for a response. After a couple of minutes Texas decided that his soulmate might not notice it for a while. He forced his eyes away from the strange text and rose from his chair in his room. Going downstairs he thought doing some chores would calm his spinning mind down. Even with his hands busy Texas’s eyes kept looking at his forearm as if it would cause some writing to appear again.

By the time Texas was in his room he had gone through every language he could think of to try and find a match to the text. He knows it is not from any Spanish, French or even English language for sure. He knows it is not Dutch or Finnish based on the characters and the only other ones he can think of are based on the slavic language. The question now was, ‘which one?’

Texas was consumed by the need to find out even when he knows looking for such a language is a little shady right now due the war going on in the north eastern part of Europe. However, Texas’s determination to find out gets the better of him, and he goes to the mini library that his father has stored away in his study. He knows that America keeps books on all of the world’s found languages that he could get his hands on in his office.

As Texas walked to the room he tried to think of a reasonable excuse for wanting to learn something like this out of the blue. After knocking on the door to America’s office someone behind him says, “Why are you trying to get into Dad’s office?”

Texas jumps in surprise when he turns to see Oklahoma who is glaring at him. “None of your business Okla,” Texas says turning to him, “shouldn’t you be hanging out with Kansas or something right now?”

“He is getting ready for bed like you should be.” Oklahoma responds, still looking at him with squinted eyes. Texas wants to yell but he knows that wouldn’t make things go faster. “What are you two doing?”

His father's voice from behind Texas makes him jump again. Oklahoma's look does not change too much when their father appears simply responding with, “Yeah, what are you doing Texas?”

Texas can only look between the two as he tries to figure out why he thought this would be the best approach in the first place. He sighs saying, “I wanted to ask you if I could learn some new languages because of what is going on in Europe right now.”

America raises an eyebrow at that, but in his tired state simply shrugs and says, “You can if you really think it is a good idea Tex.”

“Thank you!”

“But not today you need to rest after helping me with work and helping set up dinner today.” America said, sounding more exhausted than normal. Texas wants to protest but simply sighs knowing his father was tired already. Perhaps he could write what his arm says on paper tonight instead of diving down the rabbit hole made from the world of Slavic languages.

Texas chatted for a bit to try and act normal despite Oklahoma breathing down his neck. After some goodnights and a hug Texas finally could head up stairs. When he was in his room alone Texas looked back at his arm to see the mark was indeed still there. Texas couldn't help but smile at the words, even if he didn't know what they meant.

Looking under it was his own scratchy handwriting. Texas felt a little embarrassed, but he was too giddy to care too much about it yet. Texas wrote the words and separated the characters on a piece of paper to be able to find the information a little easier. Knowing from previous experiences that each alphabet is different with every language even when they come from the same family. His mind continued to spin and think about who his soulmate could be. Was it a European state or country? Could it be someone he knew or where they were new to the world?

Texas looked at his arm again and saw another thing written down next to his writing. “Привет,” it read. Texas really wanted to know what language it was now. Then something else was written down beside it, "А вы знаете русский язык?”

The question caused Lone Star's curiosity to grow and after a moment of debating with himself he grabbed a flashlight. Texas listened for anyone making noise while changing and checking for any more writing on his blue and red skin. After a couple of minutes of silence Texas opened the door and checked for any lights next. He carefully walked down the stairs and tried to not trip over his own feet in the dark home not wanting to risk waking up the household. Texas made it into America’s office, closing the door behind him. After pausing for a moment to make sure no one else got up Texas took out the flashlight and looked around the room. After finding the bookshelf with the books of the world languages Texas looked for anything that might help him. After an hour of searching he found that it wasn’t Polish or Serbian, which left him with a book on the Russian language. Grabbing some paper from his father’s desk Texas began to look through the book to find out the words meaning.

He found that it was indeed Russian, but it took him some time to write some notes down to be able to make sense of any of it. The first text translated to, “Meeting at 7:30,” which made him smile at the fact that his soulmate had to write notes on their skin just like his half brother, New York. The other text read, “Do you know russian?”

This only confirmed Texas's suspicion. Which meant that he would have to learn their language before they could properly talk through the soulmate bond. Before he let his pessimism take over he wrote down what he thought meant. “I don’t but I will soon.”

Smiling like a child in a candy store Texas waited for a response. “Я понимаю. Ну тогда на каком языке ты говоришь?”

As the text appeared Texas tried to contain his thoughts and excitement. Texas hoped that they wanted to make this work out even with the temporary language barrier knowing that some wanted nothing to do with their soulmate. After a lot of searching and straining his eyes Texas read the translated text too, “I see. Well then what language do you speak?”

Texas wrote down ‘English and Spanish, but I like English more’ in Russian. Texas added ‘Do you want to tell me who you are?’

After a couple of moments the text written down was, “Скажи мне свое, и ты получишь мое,” which roughly translated to ‘Tell my your's and you will have mine.’

Texas considered this for a moment before writing down what meant, ‘Stay with me and I will.’ Knowing that no one was supposed to even know about his existence made him want to make sure they wouldn’t turn on him so quickly. However, losing something like this to him was out of the question so this was the best he could do for now. He hoped that his soulmate would stay with him and not leave like everyone else he ever loved did. After a moment Texas began to freak out a bit as memories flashed of the time when California left him. What if they turned him away because of who he was? What if they knew who he used to be? What if..? “москва” the word made Texas feel sick with anxiety, but after calming himself Texas’s flipped through the book to try and find out what that meant to his own western tongue. Texas paused when the words read, “Moscow,” Texas had only heard of that name belonging to the Russian capital, realizing his soulmate was the capital of the Soviet Union Texas mind went blank with the only words being. ‘Ah, hell.’ Things just got even more difficult between him and his Russian speaking soulmate.

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Moscow could only look at his arm in worry. He didn’t know what to make of such a situation. He had a soulmate and they were wanting to chat with him despite them clearly having no reason to trust him yet. Well, that was until Moscow gave his own name to him in red ink. He surprised himself when he wrote it down to help calm his soulmate’s worries. Trying not to dread his actions Moscow waited for a response. ‘I need to finish getting ready for the meeting first.’ When the thought came he remembered his situation and wondered if his soulmate was a part of this war as well. 

After a moment of debating he looked at his arm again, now seeing the word, “Texas,” written on his skin in dark blue ink. The capital tried to remember if he had heard that name before in his long lifetime. His mind was still a little cloudy from getting up so early this morning and having to deal with the fact that he had a soulmate, so perhaps it would come to him later on. He promised himself that once that meeting was done he would be able to start figuring out who Texas was exactly.

Moscow hoped his soulmate could help him and his country. There is nothing more he would value than a soulmate that was willing to keep his people safe in these trying times. Even with Britain’s incoming help his people were still suffering badly. Which is why a strong bond like this could help give him the aid he needs right now. Along with the fact that he could get some actual trust in the process. He covered his arm with the dress shirt and continued to get ready. It did little to get his head back to the present though.

Now thinking about it more, the only time he may have heard it was back in the 1840s, but that was over a hundred years ago now so perhaps he was wrong. Although, they did claim to know both English and Spanish which is worthy to remember considering many cannot do such a thing. If his memory was correct he likely belonged to the western part of the world which meant that they may not even be involved in the current war. Moscow knew that he would have to keep this a secret from everyone including USSR to make sure that this couldn’t be used against him. Especially if they turned out to be an enemy. He hoped not. Despite it all he still had to talk to USSR at that meeting today and needed to see how the front lines were doing before then. He could only hope that the Germans were stupid enough to actually continue moving even when temperatures dropped below freezing in a few weeks. He was grabbing his paperwork when he heard a knock at the door.

“One moment.” Moscow’s thick Russian accent had made his words drag out more than the average person’s voice making it hard for some to understand him at times. He walked to the door and once he made sure no one could see the English text etched on his skin, he opened it. He was surprised to see a different Russian soldier standing beside the door frame with a politician standing on the other side of the door who was now facing him. He was a blue eyed male with dark hair and was in a black suit. “Moscow Sir, USSR wanted me to update you on some things on our way over there to make sure that the meeting with the military officers goes smoothly.” The man stuttered as he spoke clearly nervous about meeting the personification.

“Why are you explaining orders to me? Just tell me what I need to know and move on. We don't have time for unnecessary questions or introductions.” Moscow said. He was now more irritated at the fact that this nervous man had to follow him around this early in the morning despite them giving him the information he would need for the meeting. The man's stuttering and quiet voice made it hard to understand him but Moscow summarized the given information to be that the Third Reich had ordered his men to make large encircling movements around the Russian armies that caused many of their soldiers to get captured or massacred. The people there were being starved out and a little under a million people had been captured already. ‘This isn’t good.’ They needed to get the manufacturing going along with preparations for the rest of the country to make sure that he remained safe even if the Germans were moving closer to his location in a short amount of time. If he fell the rest of the Soviet Union would follow from a lack of orders and organization even if some of the generals were ordered to leave his city walls. “We are here Moscow, sir.”

Moscow looked up to see USSR’s office door. When the soldiers positioned at the doors nodded to him he knocked and waited. Hearing footsteps, Moscow stepped back. The door opened, and relieved his country leaning over his desk with a soldier at the door. Soviet’s neck was still bandaged from the attacks he had to endure from the Third Reich. USSR said nothing as he lifted his head to face Moscow, who entered the office. Soviet said, “I trust that they filled you in on what is happening on the front lines?”

Moscow nodded saying, “Yes, the best we can do is get the factories up and running. Once winter settles in we need to send a special division of troops out to fight in the cold.”

The countryhuman nodded his eyes looking Moscow up and down. He may have not shown it but the capital knew he was checking for injuries. The worry for him and his children never stopped since Third Reich’s betrayal. Soviet’s guilt must have been eating at him because if he had listened to UK and USA’s warnings this could have been prevented. However, he could not take back the past. After a moment Moscow added, “Once those people are on the front lines we can force the German troops to dig in for winter so we can start getting ready to take back the land. Once that is done our men will need help at Leningrad to make sure the Germans can’t attack us form the north.”

USSR nodded along before responding with, “Do you know of America?”

“Yes, he is a country in the west. What of him?”

Soviet gave Moscow a letter with a star stamp on it. Before Moscow could ask why America’s coat of arms was on it, Soviet said, “He has officially entered the war. The Empire of Japan has attacked him and he wants to send supplies and money over to us if the Germans declare war on him. We will have a meeting later this week but for now we have to hold our own and make sure the enemy troops don’t get any closer to us.”

Moscow nodded looking at the contents of the letter. It was some legal confirmation of what Soviet had just said, including the United States Army’s signature. This was good even if he didn’t like the country very much because he knew that the Americans were good at making weapons the same kind they needed. Moscow said, “With their help we should be able to slow them down, but how long until those supplies get to our soldiers?”

Soviet looked down for a moment before making eye contact again and saying, “That is unclear for now but it should be around August.”

Moscow nodded, handing the letter back to Soviet. “How about Leningrad? Will we be able to push them back?”

“No, we can hold them but there is not enough supplies or men to be able to do anything else.”

“Understood. I am also going to start making sure my people are protected and fed. They need to be able to survive the upcoming winter.”

Soviet nodded, “I will have to make sure that my children are prepared for it as well. I will not allow any of them to get hurt again even if it means putting myself in the line of fire.”

Moscow could hear Soviet’s anger in his voice. Moscow knew that seeing Russia, Belorussia and Ukraine get hurt had put him in a furious rampage that had most of the generals shocked. It had been a long time since Moscow had seen such anger come from a country. He hoped that it would help keep USSR together even if his people were afraid of the German soldiers coming to their home. Moscow tried to comfort the country by saying, “I understand and hope to keep them safe as well but for now the best we can do is get the help we need.”

It had surprisingly worked. Soviet's face relaxed and he sighed walking towards Moscow. When he reached him he put a hand on Moscow’s shoulder and said simply, “Our determination, work and the weather will be the only thing that can save us now. Even with the new connection we must make sure that you stay out of German hands.”

“It will not get to that point. Not with our ability to withstand the cold and snow.”

USSR smiled in response saying, “Let us see if the Third Reich is as stupid as I think he is.”

Moscow smiled back at that. “For now go and get ready for our meeting with the capitalist. We need to make sure that those supplies get here in time. Dismissed.” Soviet’s words brought some comfort but for now he would not rest easy until the Germans stopped gaining ground. Moscow left the room wondering what the Americans would want in return for the money and supplies that would be given to him and his country knowing that USA never did anything without a price.

Walking back with the politician in tow he wondered if he could get more information from his soulmate, Texas. That was only if he knew anything about America going to war against the Germans that is. ‘No matter, the best thing to do now is make sure that things go quickly,’ Moscow thought. He would only talk to his soulmate at night or during the early mornings that he had alone. Perhaps he could figure out where his soulmate was from before then. Moscow then had an idea, “I want a book on the English language. If I have to talk to Americans I want to know what they are saying.”

The sudden order made the pale man jump but he responded with a quick yes sir before turning around and leaving. Moscow sighed in relief before finally being able to see the door to his office. While passing the guard he simply nodded and entered seeing the messy desk he left from the night before. He needed to clean up and map out the new locations of the front lines. Perhaps if he had time he could find a world map to see if he could see his soulmate’s name on the western part of the world. Knowing that he would have to understand the American way of doing business he should probably review some American politics and foreign policies for the next couple of days as well. As his list of things to do grew the capital wished he could have some help with the workload. However, he knew that this negotiation needed to go well and he was not one to lower his demands so being convincing was important.

Looking through his notes and past documents he tried to see if there was anything that could use to help him find a way to talk to the Americans. Right now he only had legal documents of the counties he used to be a part of in the past and nothing else. Although there were mentions of Soviets half brother, Новоархангельск who did live in the Americas. ‘I should map everything out first to see what I can do for now, perhaps then I can find out what the best plan is,’ Moscow thought to himself. Grabbing a world map and pinning it to the right wall he started labeling allies with red pins, axis powers with black pins and neutral bordering countries with yellow pins. With everything labeled he could see that Third Reich had a lot of men set up in France. Italy needed help from Germany making him the easiest target which would help thin out the German lines. He needed a distraction and supplies to make sure that the Germans didn't get any closer because they were already in sight of him which only made his people more desperate…

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Three months of writing on his skin. Texas forgot how much time had passed even if it was very little in the grand scheme of things. The lack of sleep wasn't helping his sense of time either. He hoped the war would end soon but he knew that staying in the war meant helping his soulmate and his siblings. The Japanese had attacked Hawaii and taken Alaska in the process. He feared for his brother even if they didn't always get along. He knew what it was like to be captured under enemy lines. Texas shook his head trying to get the bloody images of the past out of his mind.

He had to get ready to go to the meeting. The military claimed to need to see Texas in person so he needed to attend. Grabbing his ironed suit he headed up to his room and got dressed. Texas strained his ears to try and hear any noise in the house. All he heard were footsteps in the now quiet house. It was most likely New York or California pacing. It makes Texas feel uncomfortable. He had gotten used to the loudness of the house he now called home so with it silent he felt uneasy. The impulse to go check on the other states only grew stronger as he got ready. When he left his room he went to his father's door but before reaching it he realized he probably wouldn't be there. He went down stairs to the main floor walking into the kitchen and saw New Jersey sitting on one of the bar stools. Texas wanted to say good morning but it felt the words die in his mouth when New Jersey’s tired eyes met his own. He simply kept walking, going through the dining room where a few states were and headed for the hallway on the other side of the house. Texas thought of what to say to his father on the way there. He knew he was stressed and now having to deal with the political backlash of joining the war only made it worse. However, he knew that things would only get worse if they did nothing so he hoped helping the US military would take some weight off of his father’s shoulders.

Texas paused at the door realizing that he had reached his father's office a lot sooner than he thought he would. After knocking he messed with his suit and just nitpicked at his appearance. He reached into his pockets and felt around looking for his state flag pin. Felling the smoothness of the enamel pin as he rubbed it absentmindedly between his fingers made him a little calmer. When he heard the door open he looked up to see his father's tired face without sunglasses on. Texas smiled slightly before saying, “You ready for the meeting?”

America cursed loudly in another language before covering his eyes with his hands saying, “I totally forgot but I’ll be ready in a little bit.”

America stepped out of the room rushing to get ready. Texas could only watch his father go deeper into the house before he disappeared by the time Texas walked into the main living area. Texas simply stood still before going to the front closet. ‘I should grab my coat and gloves.’ Texas thought. He tried to cover as much skin as he could now that Moscow and him were both writing to each other during their night time. They both learned the hard way that it was at different times due to their time zones. He knew that stress was high for both of them at this point so being able to talk to each other about what was happening always felt good. Slipping the leather gloves on he saw a glimpse of an old conversation with smeared ink. Texas smiled thinking about how Moscow asked him about his favorite color after ranting about a boring meeting. He put on his coat and sat at the door waiting for his Dad to come so they could head over to the military meeting.

“Let's go!” America called out, grabbing his keys and opening the door walking past him. Texas followed, going to stand next to the car as his father locked the door. Getting in the front seat and waiting for his Dad to start the car Texas wondered absentmindedly if Moscow and him would ever meet in person. America put on the radio switching the channels to try and find a good news station which made Texas thoughts go quiet. With no luck of finding something decent he simply turned it off and started to drive. After getting on the main road America said, “How have you been?”

“I think I am okay for now. My people are still a little restless because of the war but things have gotten a little better. Work has opened up and a routine has helped them adjust to the new hardships. What about you?”

America sighed before saying, “Things could be better. I am getting my people to rebuild the harbor and we are setting down a plan to help get Alaska back. I still need to get the men overseas to be able to help my father though.”

Texas nodded while asking, “Do you know what US Army wants with me?”

“I think he wants you to keep helping with the military training since a lot of your people have applied to become soldiers and your economy is changing rapidly.” US answered. “However, you may want to make a good first impression because if you keep at it he may want you to talk to the other military units from other countries. Meaning you should use your human disguise from now on and especially if he moves you up the ranks.”

Texas nodded along to his fathers words, a part of him feeling proud. He liked the fact that he could help his father more considering the dust bowl and the massive amount of help his people needed from him. He hoped that his civilians would be okay despite how many were being shipped to war. He had to remind himself that the best he could do now was to play his part and aid his father in any way he could. However, just knowing how close the Germans were getting to Moscow made Texas antsy. He needed to make sure help reached his soulmate and the allied powers. “We are almost there.”

America's voice startled Texas bringing him to the present. Texas reached into his right pocket and took out the pin with his flag on it. Putting it on his dress shirt his body began to change. His skin turned tan and hair changed to black reflecting his people's physical attributes. The only way to identify him was that his eyes were two different colors, blue on the left and brown on the right, due to his flag's design. Texas shifted in his seat trying to adjust to his human form. He knew that once they crossed the fence he could no longer tell anyone who he was or what he was even if it meant lying to those closest to him. “Make sure you aren't disrespectful. Some don't know that you are a part of me or are helping run this war so try to not snap at them, please. I know this war has made you uneasy, but you need to keep calm. Do you understand?”

Texas sat up straight and said in a loud voice, “Yes sir!”

America rolled his eyes but Texas could see that he was smiling before he said, “Stay close and keep your eyes down when we get inside.”

When they came close to the fence it started to open. Two soldiers came forward on the right and left side blocking the road. America drove up to them and waited for them to approach the car. “ID sir.”

“Let me get that.” America answered while digging through his pockets. After giving them his ID the guard to the right stood next to the car staring at Texas for a moment before looking back at the countryhuman. He seemed almost dazed at the sight of his father. Most humans had that reaction because of how different they looked compared to the typical person. Along with the very idea of one entity embodying millions of people being a bit mind numbing to the average person. “Here you go, American Sir.”

His father nodded to the soldier before driving forward on to the dirt path. Texas could only watch the world move around him as he waited for them to reach their destination. His mind is still trying to figure out what he would do if Army really did want him for something important. Something that would have him stay away from home for a long time. He knew that New Mexico and California were away working on something for the US military already so how far fetched would it be if he had to leave like they did. His father told them that they were safe and both of them had called and talked to him and his sibling once on the phone since they had left, so he wondered if it would be the same for him.

Texas felt the car park and his father's voice. “.. you okay kiddo?”

Texas looked over at his father now facing him and debated if he should tell him how nervous he really was but decided against it. He didn't want to seem afraid now but by the look on America's face Texas knew his father already had the real answer, so Texas just nodded before looking away. Texas reached for the door handle and started to get out. He heard America sighed behind him before he shut the door. Walking towards the front of the car he tried not to think of his brothers and sisters. Tried not to think of what could happen to them and now him.

“You're okay Tex. Everything will be okay.” America tried to soothe him from beside him. Texas nodded his head looking up seeing his father with a soft smile on his face. Texas smiled back. America ruffled his hair before he started walking towards the military base. Texas followed close behind keeping his head down as instructed. Following his father they went through security, going down an elevator and into a large hallway with many doors. After going into the doors ahead of them he saw two soldiers stationed in front of a door to the right. America paused for a moment looking at him before showing his ID to one of the soldiers. Once they saw it they opened the door and let them in.

It looked like a large conference room which felt out of place in a military base. US Army, the US Capitol Washington D.C and the President were sitting in the opposite side of the room. They had been talking but stopped at the sight of America and him. The three men stood up and went to shake his fathers hand. After greetings were exchanged the five of us sat down. D.C spoke first saying, “Now before we start I want you, Franklin D. Roosevelt, to understand that what I am about to tell you needs to never be shared with anyone else under any circumstance. Even when you have left office this information must stay hidden, do you understand?”

The president responded with a quick yes sir before D.C turned to Texas and said, “You can take the pin off for now.”

Texas was surprised but moved to follow the capital’s orders, taking off the pin and letting himself change back to his state human form. After giving his senses a moment to adjust he looked at the president, who now looked at him with wide eyes, asked no one in particular, “The states are personified?”

America nodded saying, “Yes, and many of them are working around the clock to help you and me. This one’s name is Texas. He was a country beforehand and joined me after I took in his territory. I was told by the United States Army that he would be needed for this meeting. May I ask why you wanted to talk to Texas directly, US Army?”

This made the human turn to the man in question, likely still processing that the actual states existed as Anthropomorphic as well. US Army nodded in response, only looking at America for a moment before returning his attention to Texas again. “Yes, I know you may disagree with me on this but I think this is the best course of action.”

America looked suspicious now and Texas only raised an eyebrow at his words. US Army continued without missing a beat saying, “Texas has given me a lot of soldiers and oil to help with the war effort but I think he should help us on the political lines. He has enough information and experience with other countries to be able to act as a translator in Soviet territory.”

“What!” America yelled standing up while glaring at his military. Texas could only pause letting the words sink in. “Why would you think that is a good idea? We both know that the Russians don’t exactly agree with our ideologies let alone having to deal with an American when it comes to business.” America exclaimed, sounding more upset by the minute. The president started to speak, likely wanting to defuse the situation but then Washington D.C spoke first, “I understand you don’t like the idea, but we need someone to make sure the supplies are reaching them in a timely manner. With Alaska gone, Texas is our next best option.”

“What would I exactly be doing while I am over there? I have companies to run and people to take care of in my own borders.” Texas responded not minding the idea of visiting Russia because he could meet Moscow but he knew the danger of going over there as well. “We can make sure you remain protected and we will make it clear that you are only there as a type of US voice so they don’t think too much of you. Once they realize who your character is you can just work as a translator and help them with deals so things will loosen up. I heard you have been studying the Russian language so this shouldn’t be too hard.”

Texas wanted to scoff at their optimism but the US Military and the capital had their facts right. Instead he asked, “Why me? Why not one of your own officers? Are you not worried that he could find out my identity?”

“I don’t think that will be a problem for someone who knows how to hide and hold their own. You are intelligent when it comes to combat so I am not worried about you so much. New York has a complicated relationship with all of these countries. Sending a regular human is not ideal because they don’t possess the background needed to earn the respect of a Russian and the U.K. You have a military, medical and technological background. Along with the fact that you speak multiple languages making you valuable as a person. They don’t care for physical attributes as much as other countries so your eyes won’t be a problem.”

Texas shook his head at that and said, “You mean they can’t afford too. Now if I accept what will happen to my people? I still have not heard anything about that or for my actual job in this country.”

The US Army smiled at him saying, “I was hoping that America would help you with that while you were away. That is the only reason why I asked for him to come to this meeting in the first place.”

“You!” America yelled pointing a finger at US Army. “I told you to make sure my states are safe, not for you to put one in Russian Territory!”

“That is not the answer America.” Texas responded. America looked at Texas with a shocked look. Texas couldn’t tell if he was surprised that he had corrected him or that he was even considering this offer. After a moment of stuttering and looking between his state, capital and army did he finally say, “I can take care of that while you are gone but why do you think this is a good idea? You know how dangerous going to Europe is right now.”

“I understand. However, I need to make sure that all of this work does not go to waste because of some miscommunication. I also believe that I might be able to learn more about them by helping with some of their operations.” Texas answered. He tried to look and sound more confident than he felt understanding that messing this up could mean his identity or worse. After more arguing, the President tried to help calm everyone down, and the capital supporting the Military’s decision did America finally consent to Texas going overseas to help the Russians. The US Army nodded to America and Texas before saying, “Thank you for the help and it will be around a week before Texas gets sent to a training camp to be fully prepared for his new way of life.”

Texas and his father rose up and left the meeting room. The car ride home was tense and only when he went to write, ‘I am going to Soviet Union’s territory in a couple weeks. I will see what I can do to keep anyone from knowing about us.’ on his skin when he got to his room did it really hit Texas. It was around 12:00 pm so Moscow should be able to respond to him soon. He hoped his soulmate was okay with him going to Russian territory. He knew how nervous and angry Moscow was right now, so him showing up may not help. As Texas got out of the suit he looked at the ink on his skin. Paragraphs of texts in a language he didn't understand a few weeks ago on his legs and chest. Worries and questions spilled over his skin making Texas heart ache from understanding that he may never have his trust completely.

Even so he knew he had to work through his own issues when it came to talking about his complicated relationship with his father. Moscow had asked how they had met not too far into their conversations and Texas only gave him vague answers. When he asked about his other parent, Mexico, Texas told him to drop it. He knew that it didn't sit well with Moscow so he promised him in time he would explain.

In the meantime though he needed to start talking to his companies so that they would be okay without him. He also needed to visit Austin and let him know that he and US were going to have to take over in the next few days. Texas got up and started getting ready to drive down to his territory again. “How did it go?”

Tennessee’s voice made Texas pause in surprise before he said, “US Army needs me and I can’t exactly say why.”

Texas turned to look at his brother standing in the doorway. Tennessee seemed nervous when he said, “Do you think you’ll see New Mexico or California or is he having you work on something else?”

Texas could only sigh in response looking at his brother and saying, “You know I can’t tell you, but I will stay with y'all tonight. I want to make sure you and the others know that I am here for you and I am willing to do this to keep everyone safe.”

“Don’t be a hero Texas! You should stay here with us. Besides, you are already doing a lot. I know my people have gone to sign up for the war just as fast as yours, but it still hurts to know you may never come back because of your bad self sacrificing habits.” Tennessee cried out anger and sadness spilling out of him. Texas went to hug the state trying to hide him from the world. Texas almost forgot about the people he would leave behind if things went wrong. He felt dumb looking at his older brother in his arms.

He remembers when North Carolina told the story of how he split causing Tenn to come into existence. Tennessee was small when that happened but just as loud as Texas apparently. He smiled before letting go saying, “I know I have a bad habit of trying to save others when I can't save myself but by doing this I might be able to help make this war end faster. Until then I need you to keep the other states safe while I am gone, okay?”

Tennessee muttered something before nodding his head. Texas smiled at that. Before continuing to get ready Texas turned towards his brother and said, “Why don’t you go tell the others to meet me on the porch after dinner so we can have some fun before I leave tonight?”

He watched the volunteer state nod his head before going down the hallway and knocking on Mississippi's door. Texas shook his head after hearing them yell at each other for a moment before closing his own door. He grabbed clothing, his extra pin and grabbed some other hunting items that could help him in Russian territory. After an hour Texas got his two bags and went to his truck. He saw a few faces on his way down but simply tried to not stop and talk knowing it would eventually lead to a hoard of states forming around him if he did. Texas didn’t need another reminder about what he was about to do. Besides he knew the topic would come up at dinner so right now just avoiding everyone would be good enough.

Once he reached the truck he unlocked the back door and put the small suitcase in. After a moment of consideration he went and sat in the driver's seat putting the duffle bag in the passenger's seat next to him. Looking around Texas tried to make sure that no one could see what he was doing. Texas rolled up his sleeves to reveal the Russian text saying, “Why is this happening now? It is not like your father to agree to something like that. Do you think we could meet when you come or is that still out of the question?”

Texas thought for a moment before going through the duffle bag and grabbing a black pen. Texas tried to think of any information he could tell Moscow without summarizing the entire meeting. After some consideration he wrote down, ‘Apparently they want to make sure that things go smoothly between us trading supplies together so they want me there to observe and translate. Perhaps we can meet but I am not sure how that would work considering that Soviet may not agree with me being placed in his base of operations to begin with.’

After a moment text began to appear reading, “I understand and I will try to convince USSR that you are no threat to us. I hope things go well but I hope you understand that my work comes before you right?”

Texas scoffed but he understood that his people came first as well. The meaning of their lives was to reflect their governments and people which meant if another country went after them it would be seen as a threat. That is why this mission was dangerous but necessary. The federal government needed to observe the Russian government to make sure if things escalated any further between them they could prepare. This fact always bothered him but he had betrayed every country he was a part of so it wasn’t like he didn't understand the mistrust. He hoped that the pain that he caused could be fixed with time and that he wouldn't make the same mistakes again. He wished that he could keep this bond away from his history so he could finally change for the better. Texas wrote, “I know that more than the average person.”

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Moscow looked at his watch nervously while waiting for the Americans to arrive. He knew that Texas was with them as a soldier and that he would have to act like they had never met before. The whole situation made the city feel a little sick with anxiety because of the fact that he had no idea if Texas was truly a good liar or not. He needed to make sure that Texas’s facade made it past USSR radar because if it didn’t they would be in big trouble. He knew that Texas needed to create some trust between him and Soviet so playing dumb would be the best option until Soviet found out about their situation. A soldier walked up to him and Soviet Union alerting them of the Americans' arrival. USSR simply nodded, still not happy with the fact that he would have to care for an American that shouldn't have been here in the first place. Moscow understood but his opinion of the situation was a bit screwed because one of them was his soulmate. He hoped that by him being here Texas could show off his skills and knowledge which could help change Soviet's opinion of him eventually.

Moscow looked at his appearance one more time. The black suit was still a bit tight but was nicely ironed and the tie matched his blue eyes it was a bold choice. Moscow messed with his suit cuffs trying to get it to cover more of his skin at the thought of the state. Even with most of the ink washed off the flowers that Texas had drawn on his skin remained there like a tattoo. He thought they complimented his form quite nicely even if they were not made for his body type. However, he still wished that Texas would have wash them off before coming here though. Along with the fact that the new and always lingering anxiety that came with having to hide the ink didn’t make his life any easier now. ‘Speak of the devil. It looks like they have arrived.’

As a small group of people where heard chatting away the guards went ahead of them and opened the door. Looking over at Soviet he saw the country step forward while forcing himself to look at least a little bit neutral for the sake of formalities. It made Moscow grimace for a moment before he turned his face neutral again. Once America, Washington D.C and a shorter man with tan skin step into Moscow's view did he make an effort to go and greet them.

After some time everyone got to their seats all of the Americans looked around the building, some doing it more discreetly compared to others. The architecture must have been a bit unusual for them to see but before anyone could comment America said, “I want to make this meeting quick so we can get back to what matters. The man to my right is going to represent me here and explain things to you. You can ask him about trade, cost and supply descriptions while he is working for you. He will also act as a translator for both British English and American English. If he is needed on the field go ahead but understand that he knows important information meaning if he is captured you risk the pigs finding some stuff out. His code name is Lone Star and his actual name is Liam Mercedes. He will be here until the Germans are beaten which hopefully won't be long. Do you guys need to know anything else?”

Moscow asked, “What about the medical supplies? Will he help teach our doctors how things work?”

This time Liam jumped in saying in Russian, “I will help those who need an explanation from our medical team and I can help with other things. I also know French some and Spanish so I may be able to help with that as well.”

Moscow was taken aback by the thick accent he had. He had only heard such a voice from America but that was rare to say the least. He looked at the man over again being more thorough this time. Seeing that his eyes were two different colors, and that he wore leather gloves, he began to connect the dots. Then the man flashed him a smile that had Moscow eyes widened, he looked like a carbon copy of America. The only thing that set them apart were their voices and the fact that this man did not wear sunglasses.

“I will have him trained under my military officers. He needs to know our ways to understand how things work here in case of an attack.” USSR words made everyone look at him, including Moscow. However, the American Capital simply replied with, “If that is what it takes to be able to help you then so be it. However, he needs to get out of it in one piece.”

America turned to him in surprise. By that reaction Moscow hoped the generals wouldn't work Liam to death in the snow and ice. After a few more questions the other Americans finally calmed down a bit. However, about an hour in to the meeting they started arguing back and forth causing the USSR to finally called for the end of the meeting. Soldiers went to show the new recruits to the base not too far from the capital. As a separate group made up of guides and translators followed the America and D.C out of the room.

When night hit Moscow thought about whether writing to his soulmate was a good idea at this point. He was pretty sure that the tan skinned human was Texas based on the fact that America said his nickname was Lone Star and because of his unusual scarring. That meant that he was going to be trained by the military unit that was made to guard him and take care of the generals. Texas was going to be trained over the next couple of weeks and Moscow would having to wait and see if his soulmate would become one of his personal soldiers based on his performance. He worried about his soulmate because he knew how harsh the soldiers were treated, and on top of that Texas had to worry about being found out while dealing with the weather that was unheard of in his territory. Moscow sighed, shaking his head as he tried to not give himself a headache over their situation.

When he heard a knock at the door he quickly covered up his arms and went to open it. Seeing a secretary with a dictionary's worth of paperwork in her arms. Moscow asked, “May I help you?” wondering why she came to him.

“You have a meeting with the US Capitol this afternoon, remember sir?”

Cursing, Moscow told the woman to give him a couple of minutes before thinking, ‘This is going to be a long couple of weeks.’

Moscow had a meeting with America this afternoon and was not looking forward to it at all. The idea of trying to get more money out of him made Moscow’s head spin, but he needed as many supplies as he could get his hands on. Which meant dealing with him. As he walked down the halls two soldiers followed close behind. The new soldiers were a safety precaution due to the incoming threat.

When he reached the meeting room he took a moment to remind himself that this should be worth it. Once he opened the door he could hear US’s voice along with his president. Both looked up at him before the President stood up to go greet him. The two soldiers closed the door behind him. “I need some clarification about the shipments and checks you will be sending to the USSR soon.”

Moscow tried his best not to flinch when America would speak loudly despite him being right in front of him the whole meeting. They talked about France’s condition, the Russian troops that were captured and the rumors of what Third Reich was doing in Poland, Ukraine and Belorussia. However, the conversation steered towards why Lone Star was not with him at the meeting. “He is being trained by our soldiers right now to make sure he is prepared for any incoming attacks or bombings.” Moscow replied simply. America was there when Soviet said he needed to be trained so why ask.

“I get that but will he be put in the front lines if the city is attacked?” US’s voice almost sounded concerned. “I understand that he is important to you but if I fall USSR might follow with me, Stalin is here in the city as well so he won't let that happen. You can be rest assured that the Red Army can handle it.”

Moscow hoped he sounded confident because he knew from Texas that America was protective of the States. He needed his trust as well if their relationship was going to continue. “What will he exactly be helping with if the Germans do end up attacking you?” America’s voice cut through Moscow’s thoughts of the future. Moscow smiled, saying, “He is a heavy lifter so helping move ammunition and supplies most likely.”

America nodded before saying, “I don’t expect you to trust him but I don’t want you killing him for trying to survive either, understand?”

Moscow nodded leaving a snide comment afterwards. He knew him far better than America did because they were bonded and Texas claimed that their relationship was all business most days. After reviewing the supplies that had come with them and talking about what would happen if Britain did fall to the German attacks. All three of them debuted it though claiming that the Germans were indeed terrible fliers. After a formal goodbye the Americans left the meeting room being guided back by the Russian troops stationed outside the doors. Moscow shook his head thinking about what would have happened if they knew the truth about him and the disguised state.

It was around 5 pm when the door slammed open revealing a pissed Soviet Union in the doorway. Moscow turned around to see him walking in saying, “The American actually managed to get through the test.”

“Well at least they are more useful than the German pigs.” Moscow cringed after he said it seeing the Soviet Union glare at his words. “Well if you think he is such a good fighter he will be assigned to you as your translator and one of your personal guards. I trust that he was trained well enough and we need more skilled men on the field anyways, so I will be reassigning your guards.”

Moscow blinked at USSR, wondering for a brief moment wondering what Texas had done, before commenting casually, “Understood sir.”

The words didn’t likely have the effect they should have had on him. Even so, Moscow tried to at least look a little annoyed at the idea of a mini-America following him around. After a popper conversation about what was exactly happening did Moscow begin to understand that Texas would be literally following him around everywhere including to his personal quarters.

Moscow tapped his foot against the floor trying to calm his racing mind a bit after hearing that. He then asked, “Anything else I should know before I meet my new unlikely ally?”

Soviet thought for a moment before saying, “He will join you by tonight so you will meet him in one of our own uniforms at the late night meeting, understand?”

“Yes sir,” Moscow replied, “I will see you there I presume?”

“Yes, I will see you there. Also keep a sharp eye on him while your mouth is shut. We don't need unnecessary information leaking due to you getting comfortable with him.”

Moscow nodded to Soviet who left soon after. Moscow grabbed a cigarette from his desk hoping it would help calm his nerves. Going out to the balcony Moscow breathed in the fresh air before taking a drag from the cigarette. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until he actually took a moment to think about how he felt. He could only imagine what Texas was feeling right now as he looked at his arms that were covered by a button up. He wanted to write to him the whole time Texas was at the training camp, but knew one wrong move would get his identity revealed which in turn could get him killed. The average person would call that being dramatic, but he understood how high tensions were right now between him and the west so it did seem like an impossibility.

As Moscow blew smoke out of his mouth again he felt his fatigue catch up to him. How much anxiety he had these last couple of months. How every decision seemed to make the line between life and death. This was war but it felt so much more personal than that now. He wished Texas and him had been able to contact each other during an easier time. The pain of losing a soulmate was said to be unbearable and the mere thought was heartbreaking, but that was a reality he had to deal with.

He clung to the hope that when this was over he and his soulmate could share a drink and have the time to get to know each other. Perhaps even have some domestic moments in the privacy of a nice home while the other states ran around them. Moscow smiled at the idea, and hoped it would become the truth in due time. Moscow went inside back to his desk to press the end of his cigarette into the ashtray. Moscow grabbed the paperwork and let reality back in smiling all the while.

The late meeting was going to start and Moscow was exhausted from the amount of work he had done that day. He could barely stay awake even when he was supposed to pay attention to the last meeting they were going to have with America and his capital still in the Soviet Union. Time passed and the meeting continued but then they announced that Lone Star would be joining them. Looking at the doorway he saw the state in a traditional US officer outfit. As he walked towards him the hat didn’t look bad but based on what he heard and could find out about the state this was not something he would typically wear. The uniform did fit him nicely though outlining his shoulders and the boots made him look taller. Moscow mentally slapped himself when he realized he was ogling his soulmate in a soldier's uniform. He prayed that he wasn’t blushing right now.

Texas had a handgun at his side and sat next to him not making a sound. Moscow stared at him for a moment before looking at USSR who was now talking at the end of the table. “Now we need to prepare for the attack that is coming. We know that the Germans are not prepared for the cold and by the time they get here their numbers will dwindle. If we can surround them then we can crush this force and move forward. If we just win this we can turn the war in our favor but we will likely lose a lot of men in the process.”

Moscow nodded along understanding the severity of the situation by just understanding that losing meant his life in the end. America mentioned that if Lone Star was captured he would send American soldiers to aid USSR with the rescue mission. Soviet protested but once America claimed that losing the information Mercedes had was too big of a risk. After a few more concerns being addressed the meeting ended and the plan was reviewed. Soviet stood up and left with a few generals and Joseph Stalin close behind him. Moscow only moved to get up when he saw that Soviet was out the door and that America was getting ready to leave.

Lone Star and another soldier followed close behind him. He walked down many halls to get back to his room in the large capital building thinking of how he could get a moment alone with Texas without the other soldier being suspicious of them. He needed to make sure that they were prepared for the chaos that was about to hit them like a storm so the best excuse was to have that soldier report to him when things changed. When he reached for the door handle he turned to the soldier and said, “I want you to go and make sure that the men we need are guarding the city and not sitting around in the capital. After that I want you to go to the communications office and come and tell me if anything happens. If someone has an issue, show them this.”

Moscow took out a red booklet and handed it to him before dismissing the young soldier. After a moment Moscow entered his room leaving Lone Star to sit outside the door on guard duty for the next couple of hours, so if the soldier came back nothing was amiss. When the clock hit midnight Moscow used a pen to write, ‘Come in I need you,’ on his wrist. Hoping he got the message and didn’t sound too desperate he waited for him to enter. Once he heard him knocking he turned to let him in. He felt Texas eyes bore into the back of his head. When he saw the two different colored eyes look at him from the doorway Moscow’s stomach tie into a knot. He tried to figure out what he should do in this situation. After a tense silence Moscow went to look for a pin on his soulmate uniform. He knew that most countryhumans used a pin as a way to disguise themselves from humans and other countryhumans. Then he heard the words, “I know I look good in this but you don’t need to undress me with your eyes.”

Moscow was so flustered at the state's words that he could only stutter out a response. Texas laughed at that before pointing to a red, white and blue colored flag that reminded him of Chile’s design. Moscow looked up at the westerner searching for a sign to stop. Moving forward when Texas nodded his head allowing Moscow to touch the enamel pin. Moscow asked, “Could you take it off so I can see you?”

Texas nodded his head moving to take it off. After a moment Moscow watched as the exposed skin changed to match the pin. When the real Texas stood before him Moscow could only stare at him trying to engrave the image into his memory. Texas seemed to be doing the same as his eyes looked him up and down. The state moved forward suddenly, lifting his hand and letting it hover above Moscow’s cheek. Pausing when he seemed to remember that they were still technically strangers to one another.

Moscow grabbed his hand and rested it on his face letting the state know that it was okay. After a moment of silence Texas moved forward and hugged him. Moscow felt his hand on his lower back and the right one on his left shoulders, which only gripped tighter onto him after he didn’t move away. They stayed like that just letting themselves get lost in each other's embrace for a moment. Moscow noted that he smelled of smoke and clean clothing. Taking a slow breath he pushed Texas’s chest lightly signaling that he wanted him to let go.

Texas obliged after a moment, but still held onto Moscow’s arms with a light grip. He looked at Texas, who was smiling at him, when he noticed that he had dimples. After Texas' faces relaxed he noticed the scar over his left eye along with the white star. Moscow asked, “Is that why your eyes are two different colors?”

Texas chuckled before answering, “Yes, you could say that. I didn’t know your flag was so detailed by the way. Why did you never mention that?”

Moscow smiled slightly before answering, “You never told me about yours and to be fair I didn’t want you to have a reaction when you first saw me. Just so USSR introduced me to the crowd you wouldn’t seem like you knew me.”

“Smart.”

“I am glad you think so Lone Star.”

Texas chuckled at that before saying, “You should have seen your face when you heard my voice for the first time.”

Moscow pushed Texas as the state burst into laughter. Unfortunately for the city, it was contagious and had him laughing as he watched the state look up at him with shining eyes. After a moment Texas managed to pull himself together so he could ask, “What is your plan Moscow?”

The capital hummed in response tilting his head to the side. “How do you want to do this while I am here?” Texas clarified.

“For now I can just invite you inside when paperwork has been given to me and we can talk a little bit while I work. Once things calm down after the battle you and I can spend our nights together. I just want to get to know you better before I let you share a space with me, okay?”

“I would make a bad joke about how you need to take me to dinner first but that is not going to happen any time soon so that sounds like a good start.” Texas said, smiling at his soulmate. Moscow felt a little lighter now knowing that Texas would be here with him. “Can I see them?”

Moscow looked at Texas a little confused before asking, “What do you want to see?”

“The text, the conversations, the drawings, and all of what made this happen on your skin.”

The statement made Moscow blush a little. None the less he took off the blazer and rolled up his sleeves. For a moment Moscow strained his ears to see if anyone was near them before relaxing and looking at Texas who had looked away for a moment. Once he was done he cleared his throat to catch the state's attention. As Texas looked him up and down he stopped for a moment. “Did you like the drawings?” Texas asked in a timid voice before blurting out, “It’s just that we never really talked about it and I got curious, so do you like it?”

“I like it Texas. Perhaps I can show you my favorite flower so you can paint it for me later on. If that is what you want.” Moscow said, smiling at Texas’s shy look. Now noticing the slight blush on his face when he smiled big enough for him to see those dimples again. He almost found it funny how such a large and intimidating figure could have such a cute smile. Before Moscow could panic slightly at that thought Texas spook up, “Do you like the stars by the way?”

“I do, my people often like to go stargazing or read the stars to be able to see their future.”

Texas looked excited asking, “What do you call the zodiac signs?”

Moscow giggled at the American’s excitement before answering, “Овен is Aries, Taurus is called Телец, Близнецы for Gemini, Cancer is Рак, Лев is the Lion, Virgo is Дева, Весы for the Libras, Скорпион for Scorpius, Стрелец are Sagittarius, Capricorn are called Козерог, Водолей is Aquarius and Рыбы for Pisces. Why do you ask?”

Texas went on to tell him about what the signs meant to his people and his interest in space. How different states had always shared their best sightseeing spaces to each other. Arizona and Hawaii had the best places to go stargazing in his eyes. Telling him that maybe he could take him to go see it. Texas asked about the castellations he could see on their side of the world. Moscow told him about the big dipper and how it influenced Russian culture and the Calendar of Wisdom. His soulmate marveled at the stories Moscow shared from his long life. They talked about things from folklore to each other's different weather patterns. All the while laughing and learning about how different their cultures were.

Before long Texas had to go back outside the door to return to his post before the next shift began in the early morning hours. Moscow found himself smiling as he got ready for bed checking the clock that read about 3:18 am. He shook his head knowing that this was going to likely happen again. As he closed his eyes he thought about the stars and the stories that Texas had shared with him.

Moscow was startled awake by the feeling of the ground shaking and someone calling for him. He jumped up seeing a soldier stand over him. He said that the Third Reich had started their attack and many men had already been lost. Mindlessly Moscow asked if Lone Star had been seen in the building while he was out. The soldier told him about the American going to help with moving supplies on the other side of the city. When the soldier had finished explaining to Moscow what had happened rushed out to let the country get ready. Moscow hoped getting more information from a general would help him be able to give orders and aid the civilians in his city walls.

The loud noises of stone cracking as the walls shook around them every couple of minutes. Dust fell from the ceiling as the lights would occasionally flicker making the hallway seem longer. The sirens continued to scream even when the world stood still for a moment. Moscow watched soldiers run past him and others yell orders as the building fell deeper into chaos. His sides began to burn with pain as the bombshells continued to fall on the city’s soldiers and civilians.

When he went down another flight of stairs a general was barking orders to two troops who both wore faces of confusion and terror. “What is happening!” Moscow called out. The general turned to him saying, “The Germans are bombing us before launching a land invasion. Soviet has sent out specialty soldiers that can blend in with the snow. They should help them slow the Germans down. Until then we need to continue to set up for the incoming attack.”

Moscow nodded running through the hall now hoping that the underground structure would hold against the bombs being dropped above them. By the time he had reached the soldiers guarding the bunker his breathing became labored. The men went to help him but he told them to simply open the door and let Soviet know that he was here. Moscow knew that he was likely going to black out by the end of this so he needed to send a message to the rest of the allies to alert them of what Third Reich planned on doing. The siege of Moscow had begun and needed to end with the Red Army on top.

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Soulmates:

How it works:

The idea is that what you write, draw or paint onto your skin will appear on the other soulmate's skin as well. This also means that if your soulmate smears the ‘ink’ on their skin it will appear smeared on their soulmates as well (leaving some funny or concerning images). What your soulmate writes will appear in the color of the pen or paint even if your soulmate's skin color matches it. What your soulmate leaves on their skin will be impossible to get off of the other soulmate skin which means the markings are like a tattoo to the soulmate. (That is why some try to cover the writing of their soulmate if they want to hide it from others.) This is where marking tradition comes from.

Marking traditions:

Where one or both soulmates get a tattoo on their skin that will now appear on both of them for life (or until the original removes it from their skin) without having to redo it every day like a drawing or note. This is done to kind of solidify the soulmate bond between them, but it can also be an issue for them later on if they have a falling out or a rough patch.

Who has them and when they appear:

The idea is that only every countryhuman is guaranteed to have a soulmate while major cities and states may not have one and it is not necessarily looked down upon if they don’t have one. They find out at a random point in their life as well meaning that they are not necessarily born with one at first. Which is why Texas and Moscow only find out they have a soulmate during the 1940s. A major city, state, and country can be soulmates but that is a rare occurrence. A country and state can have more than one but a major city cannot.

Relationship dynamics:

The soulmates don’t have to have a loving relationship; some of them are just friends or business partners. That is why Alaska and Mane are soulmates, they are just really good friends that will keep and eye on each other. However, that does not mean that the soulmate relationship type is set in stone either. The soulmate bond is just there as a guarantee that they are not alone because they are bonded to someone for life. That is why someone like the US is a bit afraid of being bonded.

What happens if you lose one:

If a soulmate dies or falls apart temporarily it is said that, “The pain of losing a soulmate was said to be unbearable and the mere thought was heartbreaking,” Which is a direct quote for the story so far. Basically, it will cause Anthropomorphic major pain both physically and emotionally but it will not cripple them in any way, kind of like a heartbreak. Most are pitied while others are looked down on based on what happened. (This will be an important thing to note for later.) There is a slim chance that another soulmate bond will take the original ones place. (I mostly don’t know if this will happen so don’t have high hopes.)

Anthropomorphic / Character themselves:

To put things simply I have done some research on how the characters normally work but due to some issues with this being a soulmate alternate universe, personal head-cannons, and other reasons I am going to create a base for how this AU is supposed to work. Please note that this may change and does kind of affect how the story goes so try to just read the paragraph below at very least.

The country themselves will change throughout the story due to real historical events. That means that some of these events are based on the history books and websites I have access to so if they are biased or wrong please don’t take it to heart. (If you want to learn more about something drop a comment and I will gladly tell you about it. I like sharing information!) I will also add my own events and moments that kind of reflect a skewed version of history for the sake of the story, meaning that I may just say that this happened for the sake of the plot, like how Texas became a political figure in Russia for a moment. The world is a little chaotic due to the US states being hidden, having to keep track of country relationships throughout history, and the harsh modern political world that kinda helps shape everything. I apologize about any mistakes or microaggressions that I have accidentally added because of stereotypes or bias I have been exposed to. I am an American that has lived in the state of Texas and has my whole life so Texas' character is shaped by my view of the place I live in. (America is the same way.)

Now for the fun part

States:

I like the idea of the states being chaotic little shits that cause trouble but ultimately help the United States run things. All of them are at least teenagers or older, the youngest being in the form of an 18 year old for the sake of the family dynamic. Some of them are older despite joining America later on in their lives compare to other states. This is due to them being a country in the past or having a significant role within another country that they used to be a part of like with Hawaii and Alaska. Some countries kinda remember them because of past events like Mexico and the UK but for the most part no one knows about the states.

All of the states live in their own borders but come to visit in a large mansion / hotel with America for major US holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving along with some smaller holidays like a music festival. However, during war times the states usually hang out at the large house as a way to stay safe.

The states do have scars and can get injuries from major events such from wars all the way to natural disasters. However, most of them cover them up while some show them off like Texas and the scare over his eye. Others are cracked from corruption and internal issues (that also goes for counties and cities).

Cities:

I like the idea that the capitals know each other because their leaders go visit other countries for certain things. That means that some of them do have relationships despite what the political world says. Most of them are very busy and often have different opinions from their home country so expect some conflict. They also hang out with states and other countries when they have the time.

Countries:

Most understand how this works but I do have some personal head-cannons that will be dropped here and there in the story so if you want me to clarify something I will, so just ask. What you need to know is said in chapter three, “The meaning of their lives was to reflect their governments and people,” so that is kinda what they do for the most part. Along with the fact that they embody their people as well so sometimes they go a little “out of character,” because of what the people want. That also means their human forms reflect their people physically as well. (That is why Moscow’s eyes are blue.)

There are family dynamics like with the UK, France, America, Canada, New Zealand and Australia. Most of the time things make sense but other times they don’t like Alaska and the Soviet Union’s family relationship.

Some soulmate bonds will be hinted at while others will be announced. This can go from marks being talked about to the history of a bond being shared with you.

Some will have animal, or unusual inhuman traits as if I think it would be fun or help the story in some way. This will be pointed out later on.

Some countries can split without harming them or it means that they have collapsed. (The UK can do this.)

Humans:

They are humans. Not much else to say other than that they know about the Anthropomorphic shenanigans. This is also mentioned in chapter three, “Most humans had that reaction because of how different they looked compared to the typical person,” because it is true. Some leaders use them as a way to show off while others have no opinion.

Others (like militaries and organizations):

They exist to do their jobs and interact with the other Anthropomorpthics as well. Some have personal relationships while others don’t. They can lie to their home countries as well as act out of character.

Magic and extra stuff:

Now things are about to get a bit complicated so hang on.

Human forms:

They must wear a pin that has their flag on it in order to be able to turn into their human form. Every country, major city and state has one. The only thing is that the design has to have something on it that represents them like how Texas has two different colored eyes and a scar where their star is.

Ball form:

All counties, cities and states have a ball form as well but they only turn into it if they are defeated, scared or tired. Humans and other Anthropomorphs can then pick them up and interact with them while they are in this form. Most do not use it unless they need to due to how defenseless they can become.

The symbols:

Now in the future there will be a conflict that has to do with this, but for now all you need to know is that the countries can leave a type of mark on their states and or cities. This is used so that others know where to bring them if they are lost or hurt. For America it is a white star with a black outline and for USSR it is a hammer and sickle that is gold / yellow with a black outline (Hint hint). When the state is in distress the symbol on the country's body will start to glow alerting them of the distress. Some country’s or state’s symbols will glow when they are helping another country heal.

Splitting:

Now this will kind of be important for later but note that some states have this ability as well when they do it takes them time to get back together. I will try to add the characters by how they are split up, maybe through regions or by their own states. (This will be added to later on.)

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Texas at this point was on high adrenaline. As his body moved to help move the supplies and weapons. Moscow was under real threat of capture at this point making Texas antsy and as time passed he felt more distress. Men called out his name when they needed the barbed wire to be put up. Being a state human meant that he could heal faster and take more of a beating so he hoped being able to help these men with his ability would allow Moscow to get out unscathed.

Texas could feel the ground shake beneath his feet as bombs dropped around them. Dust and dirt shook creating a small dust cloud in the room making it hard to breathe. Even with that happening Texas kept moving sandbags and crates to different parts of the entrances. Soldiers were crying out that the Germans had come for them. They needed to stay and defend their homes even as gunfire and screams were heard not too far away. Texas moved forward checking corners to make sure he wouldn't be shot at while moving. At this point Texas could smell burnt flesh and blood around him making the state gag. Despite it all the state continued to move forward desperate to see if he could help anyone around him.

Texas mind raced as he came in contact with two German soldiers pulling his pistol on them both. He shot one and then dove behind some sandbags and barbed wire for protection. Texas hoped there weren't more coming as he prepared to jump up and attack. As gun fire went off around him Texas jumped up firing at the other soldier. When the state heard the other soldier cry out in pain and fall to the ground he finished him off. Other Russian soldiers jumped up running past him after seeing that the path was clear again.

Texas slowly rose up looking around with weary eyes. Texas only continued forwards when the other men called for help down the street. All he could hear was his heart beating in his chest as his ears rang from hearing guns go off around him. Lone Star went down two blocks before seeing different Russian troops with rifles. Texas approached the men but was almost shot due to their own fear. He lifted his hands before yelling in Russian, "Don't shoot me! There will be more Germans coming so we need to find out where they are coming from.“

The soldiers nodded before following Texas back to the two bodies by the sandbags. The soldiers split into two groups before running towards the outskirts of the capital city. As they walked the men saw destroyed buildings and heard the cries of civilians. Texas promised himself that he would come back and help once they chased the enemy soldiers out of the city. After they passed another block they found a group of Russian troops hiding away from the main street.

Texas could tell that some of the men were injured. Picking up a medical bag from a dead soldier Texas called for the men to cover him. Some listened while others continued to figure out what was happening. With mud and blood on his clothing Texas dropped the bag next to a soldier that had a bullet in his side. Texas gave him morphine and went to patch him up as quickly as possible while asking, “What happened, why have you not gone any further?”

“There is a sniper to the north east but we don’t have the right weapons to fight him. He keeps killing any that get close to the building he is in.”

Texas nodded to him telling him to keep still while having another soldier keep an eye on him so he could give orders to the men. Texas wheezed as he ran for cover across the street. Resting for a moment Texas was about to start sprinting again until he saw a soldier die from a snipper shot. Texas cursed loudly before looking in the general direction of where the bullet came from.

Groaning Texas took off his uniform hat, throwing it in the air as bait. When the snipper took the shot he looked to see where it had come from. ‘Fuck, that is at least 50 yards away. I need cover if I am going to go after his ass.’ Calling out to the soldiers around him he explained the situation. Telling them he needed a distraction two men sprinted to another building allowing Texas and three others the time needed to move. Running like the devil was behind him the state managed to get to the base of the snipers hiding place.

Nodding to the other two soldiers Texas broke down the door and Quietly walked in trying not to let the enemy soldier know that they were now in the building. Hearing shots go off above him, Texas continued to creep up the last flight of stairs. Now seeing the door ahead of him he told one of the Russians troops to get ready. Standing in front of the doorway in one swift motion, he moved his whole body forward and broke the door down. Texas shot, hitting the soldier, but felt his shoulder burn with pain as a bullet pierced through his skin. One soldier came to his side to look at the wound, but Texas pushed him away.

Sitting up Texas went through the medical bag and unbuttoned his uniform. Texas tried not to throw up from seeing his own flesh torn from the bullet wound. He had to bite his lip to keep quiet while he removed the bullet and stitched himself up. Keeping himself together he got up and simply told the others that they needed to keep moving. The men nodded going down the stairs ahead of him. Texas simply walked down the stairs as he gave himself a shot of morphine so he could continue to help.

As the battle continued Texas kept walking deeper and deeper into the battlefield. Killing and defending the Russian soldiers around him as he let his anger take over. The cold and ice helped keep the Germans back but he still didn’t let his guard down knowing that thousands of soldiers were dying around him. As he and his group walked through the rubble the world went still as a large group of enemy soldiers surrounded them. Outnumbered but not outgunned Texas fought tooth and nail to stay alive. Texas turned his head seeing something in his peripheral vision come close to him. Before he could react, the end of a gun hit the side of his head. Texas fell to the ground and as the world darkened around him he wondered if Moscow would be okay.

Someone kicked Texas awake and the pain in his shoulder made him move away from the pain. When Texas senses started to come back he heard someone talking in German. Texas sat up in the room and started to realize just how bad his situation was. He saw a German uniform first and then noticed the ‘room’ he was in. It was a tent that barely kept the cold out. The dirt floors were wet and smelled of blood and urine. The smell alone made Texas cringe and gag but before he said anything he heard the words, “Get up pig!”

Texas was surprised and didn’t react fast enough resulting in him being kicked again. Texas stood up and then realized his hands were tied up behind his back. The soldier signaled for him to follow, and as reluctant as he was to find out what he had in store he was in no condition to fight. When they left the tent Texas was not prepared for the cold and ice that clawed at his skin. Flinching but not wanting to get kicked he continued to walk forward. Seeing other Germans huddled together Texas thought that the battle must have ended with them losing. A part of him wanted to sigh with relief while the other side cried out that it meant that he would likely be killed here. When the soldier stopped he nodded to another soldier who stepped forward and glared at Texas. Texas shivered as the cold bit and scratched at him.

Trying to keep his warmth he tried to think of what Colorado told him about the cold. He remembered him mentioning that he needed to relax his muscles as best he could to keep his blood flowing. Before he could even try the same soldier came back and told him to come in. When he entered he was immediately hit again. Falling forward he felt someone grab his hair and show his face to a commander. Texas briefly wondered why until he realized what exactly he was wearing. His uniform was gone and that meant he wasn’t wearing his pin, ‘Shit!’ Not being able to hide himself meant that they knew what he was. They didn’t know who he belonged to but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t tell Third Reich about their discovery.

(Most of the pain and torture ends here but there is still some violence and bloody descriptions. If you want to skip it all then just scroll to the end and read the bottom notes.)

Texas began to panic trying to get up; he felt his hair being pulled again keeping him in place. Texas felt helpless and pained. He hated feeling like this. He wished he was home for a brief moment before remembering why he was here. These fuckers attacked his soulmate with his newly found anger he glared at his captors. Growling and huffing he sounded like a pissed off bull. He knew that he had to survive no matter the cost. Even with his identity revealed he needed to escape.

“Can you understand me?” The German commander asked. Texas reluctantly answered with a quick, “Yes.”

“Who are you?”

Texas huffed out a laugh saying, “That is for me to know and for you to never find out.”

The German commander glared at him before telling the soldier something. After a tense moment they let his hair go. Texas was hit by a left hook. Texas recoiled and coughed. He was pulled up a moment later before being brought to another tent that had a cage in the center. He was locked up and left. He could only hope that the others were okay and that the men with him were able to tell the others about what happened. After a while he heard something metal click. Two soldiers picked him up and brought him to a vehicle shoving him inside. Due to the pain and lack of energy Texas passed out again.

Texas woke up to the sensation of being dragged to a concert. “What the fuck.”

After a moment Texas registered that he just said that in english. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The men dragging him only continued to walk as if nothing had happened. Hoping he could just remain unnoticed Texas remained still allowing them to drag him down the concert floored hallway. Texas looked around briefly seeing doors with bars over the windows and guards lining the halls in different gear than before. Texas closed his eyes so he could hear better trying to learn more about his surroundings.

He heard coughing and the soldiers footsteps but nothing else. His shoulders burned and the sound of silence was deafening to him. He was not wearing a shirt or boots, just pants. He felt self-conscious for a moment but was more afraid of the cold than his scars showing at this point. When they stopped moving he heard a door open and they entered. The door was closed and locked as they dropped him. Texas sat up before a soldier kicked him down ordering him to get up and sit. Texas sat at the table and a man in a high ranking military outfit sat across from him. ‘Oh no.’ He just realized who he was sitting across from, Third Reich. The county human smiled before saying, “I have heard that you speak Russian, is that true?”

Texas nodded after a moment. He cursed himself for getting himself into this situation. He had no idea what he was going to do now that the enemy knew about his existence. “Now, who are you?”

“None of your business.” Texas prepared himself for the beating coming his way. Instead Texas was pushed to the floor before he heard Third Reich say something to one of the soldiers. Texas tried to understand what the order meant but was knocked out when something hit him over the head.

Texas was woken up by the sound of metal slamming on metal this time. Texas tried to move but felt something dig into his wrist causing him to sit still. Texas was about to look around when he heard a voice, “Stay still you are bound and will likely not be moved for several hours.”

Texas didn’t recognize the voice. Looking up he saw a boy with a blue and red flag that had USSR’s symbol on the top left of the red part of his flag. “Who are you?” Texas asked his voice to sound dry and broken, making him cringe. “Russian SFSR but you can call me Russia for short.” The boy answered. Texas nodded before asking, “Where are we?”

“From what I understand we are still in my territory.”

Texas nodded and tried to look around the best he could. He saw the chains on his wrist and ankles as well as one around his neck. He could feel the metal digging into his body. His shoulder was still patched up but the blood had seeped through the bandages. He knew that he would likely have an infection if it wasn’t changed soon. Looking back at the boy he saw that he wasn’t wearing a shirt either revealing his bruised skin. Texas took note of the fact that he could see Russia’s ribs meaning that he was likely being starved. ‘We need to get out of here.’

The thought made Texas cringe knowing that he needed to first understand the layout of the prison to be able to find out how to escape. He wondered if there were other personifications here. Before Texas could ask Russia beat him to it, “Who are you? I don’t remember Dad introducing you.”

Texas sighed debating if he should tell him who he really was. Deciding against it Texas said, “My name is Texas and I work for the United States. America didn’t introduce me to, wait, who is your Dad?”

“USSR,” Russia answered, “have you met him?”

Texas was surprised. Well, he had heard about Soviet being a father but didn’t expect it to be true. Texas nodded before continuing, “America, UK and your father are on the same side now and America sent me to Moscow to help with trade.”

The boy nodded his head still processing the new information. They both sat in silence for a while as Texas tried to lay back on the wall behind him. His body ached and his stomach growled. He needed water at the very least, but he could only sit there and wait for the guards to return. Texas hoped that he would have the strength to escape when the time came.

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Moscow felt sick. He hadn’t heard from Lone Star or USSR since the bombing stopped. His sides ached and he wanted some good news but all he was told was that he needed to rest while a medical team got to him. Moscow made it clear that his chest was the only thing that needed to be checked. He didn’t want the others to know about his soulmate right now. By the time the medical team started to check his bruised and burned sides a soldier came rushing in. “I need to talk to Moscow,” he called out, “he needs to know!”

Moscow personal guard stepped in front but Moscow moved him to the side asking, “What do you need?”

“You were asking about the American, right?”

Moscow pushed away the nurse who was trying to get him to lay down as he walked up to the soldier asking, “What about him?”

The soldier's face turned to grief before saying, “He has been captured! A group of men were with him, but only one got out. He claimed that they took him after they found something strange on him. I am not sure what it was.”

Moscow was now walking toward the soldier frantically asking, “Where is this man? Is he still alive? I need to speak to him immediately.”

The soldier nodded telling Moscow to follow him. He wanted to run to the only surviving soldier but was in no condition to do so. As they walked Moscow could only think the worst as a thousand questions flew through his mind. ‘Was Texas okay? Did they find out what he was? What will happen when America finds out?’ Before he could spiral any further they came to a halt standing outside of a makeshift military medical area that was created in the building. The soldier walked towards a nurse talking briefly before turning to him. After a moment she told him to follow her.

Moscow followed messing with his sleeves to try and calm his racing mind. When they came into the view of a soldier with half of his face bandaged they sat up and stared at him for a moment. Moscow asked, standing beside the young man now, “Were you with the American?”

He nodded saying, “Yes, sir.”

“What happened and where did you see him?” Moscow said, trying to not sound panicked. “Liam came with us to the west side of the city, sir. He was helping move stuff when some German soldiers found us. He helped chase them out but got hit by a sniper shot. Liam patched himself up and told us to keep going. That crazy man followed close behind until we got ambushed. I was told to run to tell the others that the pigs were here, and close to getting in. I ran back and tried to tell USSR but the men had me head to the medical bay instead.”

Moscow nodded along trying to process the fact that this was all really happening. His idiot of a soulmate got himself captured when he should have just stayed behind. Moscow after a moment then asked, “Your comrade had told me that the enemy soldiers had taken him when they found something on him. Do you know what it was?”

The soldier thought for a moment before saying, “I didn’t exactly understand what they were saying but I saw them pick him up after they saw something on his uniform.”

‘Fuck, they might know about the pin.’ was all Moscow could think at that moment. He tried to steel himself so no one would notice his increasing panic. After asking him a few more questions he told the soldier to get some rest. He needed to ask around to get more information before America or Soviet found out about this.

Soviet would likely try to cover it up so that enough supplies and money would keep coming until the Germans were chased out without him having to search for the American instead of his own children. America was a bit preoccupied with Japan at the moment anyway meaning that even with eyes and ears everywhere he would likely not find out until later. Along with the fact that D.C and U.K had managed to convince the US that helping USSR was the best solution to stop the Germans from expanding at lightning speed. That was due to the fact that Soviet was the only one who had the bodies and weather needed to hold the line on the east front. However, in the end the lies would hurt the relationship between the two world superpowers by creating mistrust. That in turn wouldn’t allow him and his soulmate to safely reveal themselves to their home countries.

Moscow sighed when he got back to the safe room and allowed the doctors to continue their work. He had no idea how this was going to work but for now he had to focus on helping his people. He knew that Soviet would make sure that his people could hold the line, so for now he needed to help supply men to the trenches. After he was told he was done he told the men to send any paperwork that needed to be done to him immediately, so he could keep everything on record and up and running. The soldier simply nodded while the doctors tried to suggest that he should rest instead of working right now. “I need to keep this place running even if I am under attack. Do you understand?”

The doctors followed his orders and were taken to the makeshift medical area to help the injured men that were coming in. Moscow had two men come with him as he went to find Soviet, hoping that he would be able to get the support he needed. Once he reached USSR’s office the two soldiers guarding the opened the office revealing a man in a high ranking uniform, USSR and General Georgy Zhukov. The general had come from Leningrad to command the army in Soviet’s defense. He had also helped create the trenches by using the citizens of Moscow to dig. Soviet stated to other officers that he needed to stay to keep his people’s morale up so that the country didn’t fall into chaos. The general agreed but he stated that he needed to evacuate the rest of the military personnel. They also needed to get supplies out while the tanks were coming or things would still fall into chaos. Moscow interrupted the other man and said, “I agree, we have enough supplies and based on what I have heard the Germans are not prepared for the cold.”

Soviet looked over surprised to see Moscow out of bed, let alone standing before him in the meeting room. Zhukov and the other officer saluted the capital before one spoke up saying, “I understand that due to the luting, bombing and the people’s panic you are hurt. We are working on getting everything organized so that you may recover quickly. However, I need the supplies you have to keep the men going.”

Soviet glared at the man before Moscow said quickly, “Do what you must. Winter has come and we need to kick them as hard as we can while they are down. The tanks are made to withstand damage and are coming in large numbers.”

The general nodded telling them of the situation on the front lines. He explained that due to certain issues the Germans were slowing down. Along with the fact that they are needing to send men to the south towards the oil fields so that the Germans would get the supplies needed to continue their conquest. Even with that going on, keeping the capital safe is the main task for now. Once the tanks and supplies are in full use they could start pushing the enemy out of the city and aid the men in the southern territory. Moscow hoped that they would be able to help the people and Texas along the way but knew that it would take quite a while to get to them let alone find his soulmate.

Moscow agreed to let the men get into his supplies. If what he claimed was true about the tanks then they might be able to push back now despite the amount of men that had already been captured. Soviet agreed but stated that Leningrad needed help as well, so some supplies would have to be sent north as well. Moscow nodded knowing that keeping Third Reich from entering at the north would prevent them from being flanked on that side.

As the meeting came to a close Moscow broke the news to Soviet, the American had gotten hurt and was captured. USSR was not happy to say the least. He stated that once Moscow was safe he reported him as missing in action. However, the Americans are not likely made for this weather so his survival is not likely. He wanted to find his own children first before he tried to help foreigners, especially ones that would likely die due to the exposure. General Zhukov suggested that once this attack was over they could tell America and try to get his help so that when they went to search for both Soviet’s children and the missing man they had a better chance. Soviet sighed before nodding, saying, “For now we must keep this quiet so we can focus our energy on the task at hand.”

The capital and general nodded telling him that a message would be sent out about the plans. Moscow had guessed right and he knew that Texas and him would pay a terrible price. “I need to get to work to see how many more people I can transport out of here before things get out of hand. May I leave?”

Soviet nodded telling the other two men that they were dismissed as well. Leaving the room with his own two guards Moscow couldn’t help but want to look at his markings. He just wanted to see if Texas had left any kind of message or if he had erased everything. The capital hoped that they didn’t find out about Texas being his soulmate. As they reached his room Moscow told the two men to stay on guard but outside of the room. They both nodded and obeyed orders as Moscow went to close the curtains.

Taking off his shirt he braced himself as he went to the full length mirror. Looking at his body he saw the once beautiful drawings were now smudged. It looked like it was caused by either water being splashed over him or as if he had only scrubbed that part of his body with a cloth. He thought that Texas may have done it so they couldn’t find out what the flower was too but that seemed unlikely. Moscow scanned his arm lifting them up to get a better look. All he saw was the same pattern, smudged ink. After a couple of moments he was something. I looked like, “Tears?” Moscow, so surprised that he asked it aloud. As time passed more tears fell and washed more of the ink off.

Moscow wanted to comfort him by writing but understood that doing so could mean that Texas’s captors might see it. The truth of the situation made Moscow feel helpless. Moscow knew just by how Texas told his stories that he didn’t like to appear weak in front of others so these tears told Moscow that Texas was in pain and desperate to protect him. Knowing it all put pain in his heart. However, hope was also there because it meant that his soulmate was alive and wanting to protect him at the very least. Moscow got dressed after looking at the ink a while longer and went to try and rest.

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Months have passed and Texas’s body was covered in bruises and lashes. He had been beaten most days as he refused to answer Third Reich’s or the other generals' questions. He talked to Russia in between at night when he tried to help him. Russia told him about how many guards there are along with the path he had memorized. He had discovered that after about 30 seconds when the soldier passed the door he would disappear down the hallway and would come back in about a minute. Russia had hoped to escape before but due to the pain and starvation he had little strength to fight back. Texas understood the Russian’s pain but due to his position the effects of the starvation were slower meaning that he might be able to escape with the young man’s help.

As time passed he and Russia thought that the best plan of action was to escape at night into the woods. They could only guess that they were still in Soviet Territory so the best plan was to go to the north east. As they waited for the opportunity to strike Texas slept allowing his body to rest.

When night came Texas took the bones and scrap metal he had found to pick the locks. When he heard the click and felt the weight come off he quietly crawled to Russia. As he freed the Russian they both went to the door not saying a word. Both listened for a moment to make sure that the guard was not near them.

After a moment Texas unlocked the door and opened it. Quietly walking out allowing Russia to follow him down the hall. When they reached the other prison doors Russia talked to the men inside explaining what they were doing right when the door was being opened. He hoped by getting more people on their side they would stand a chance. As the door opened the men gathered quietly forming a small circle. Russia went on to explain the rest of the plan as Texas tried to figure out how to get the shovels they needed to dig their way out. After that they could jump the fences.

As Texas moved further down the hall he remembered when he would hide from his father when they played hide and seek with his younger siblings. He would listen for his footsteps so that he could get around without being seen when he came close to him. Texas would later on understand that America was helping them learn to hide in the house so if someone ended breaking in they could remain hidden. Texas tried to shake away the memory after reaching the door. Unlocking it and sneaking inside just as he heard a voice. Getting inside Texas waited for the guard to pass the door. After hearing the men’s voices disappear down the hall he took some tools and cautiously went back to the cell. When he reached the door the men let him in and started to work once they got their hands on the shovels and pickaxes.

They dug while Texas and two men watched the door telling them to stop when a guard got close. As long as no one noticed they could get through before daylight fell on the camp. As time passed no alarms went off, only the sound of moving earth and pickaxes breaking concrete could be heard. The tension and fear was growing the closer they got to freedom. Then the men called as Texas turned around to see a man strike the Earth allowing moon light to seep through. Texas smiled briefly at the men nodding and seeing them smile back for once. The fist step was done walking toward the men who called for him and asked what he could do for Russia. The best thing he and Texas could do was keep an eye on Russia and make sure that they themselves survive with news of Russia being alive reaching USSR help would come faster. The man nodded before going back to work.

Walking forward he pulled Russia to his side trying to get the boy to rest. Despite being very thin and having little strength the young man was still determined enough to help. “I need to help my people. I know the land better than anyone here-”

“That is exactly why I need you to rest and stay down right now.” Texas urged. Russia huffed but listened sitting in front of the Texan. Not much could be seen due to the only light coming from the moon that was peeking in from the hole that was getting bigger by the minute. It would be a little longer before they could get out. Texas looked at the men beside him and said quietly, “Once there is an opening you need to run and get ready to climb. The fences are around 8 to 9 feet with barbed wire at the top. We don’t have anything to cut it with so you will likely have some injuries. We can only make sure that the injuries remain low in number so you don’t bleed to death. The main goal is to get Russia out of here so he can reach the Soviet Union and ask for his help.”

The two men and Russia nodded to him. Texas could only hope that they had the strength to get across the fence and into the forest. After that it would take them hiding, surviving off of the land and finding a Russian base at the end of winter. That was a way ahead of them though, so for right now they could only try to escape. According to the men it was around January now meaning they had lived through most of winter already and they would be able to make it through the rest of the weather. That was a relief to Texas because he was not made for these cold winters and knowing that it was almost over allowed him to keep his hope.

As the sound of digging stopped Texas looked over to see a way out. Texas flashed the men a smile before helping Russia up and leading him to the light with the other two men following them. Before he led the Russian out he asked for the men to check and see if they were safe to leave. Russia had said that there were guards that patrolled the gates meaning that they could be found and shot at if they were not careful. The two men came back and said that they had some time before they would be spotted. Texas walked forward with Russia leaning on him as they got to the hole in the ground. Texas squatted down and walked through before seeing the outside world.

He cautiously looked around seeing the four ahead of them reaching the fence. Texas walked following close behind only hearing his heart pounding in his ears as he tried to listen for guards yelling. Russia was not too far behind. Once they reached the barbed wire Texas used the poll as leverage so he wouldn’t get caught in the sharp wire. The pain in his left shoulder grew as he lifted his body weight looking for Russia when he got to the other side of the fence. As he was about to get to the bottom he heard the men below moving farther away. Looking back he could only see blurs of movement in the dark as the white snow showed only footprints. Jumping down into the frozen ground below he made his way to the forest following the trail. It was a lot farther than he had originally guessed but he continued forward. His legs, shoulder and back burned as the cold was nipping at his exposed skin threatening to slow him down. Texas could only push forward as he saw the tree line get closer.

Texas looked back to see Russia close but evidently fear full as he followed. Texas continued running into the forest following the other men as they ran ahead. Texas wished that he could wear a pin right now so he could hide better. However, in the end it depended on him using the land to hide from his captors. After a while the soldiers started to slow down a few feet ahead of them stopping near a large tree. The men, once they could see everyone together, continued to walk forward pushing through the snow and mud ahead of them on the white landscape. By the time they had stopped the sun started to rise over the hills. The men huddled together by a bunch of bushes before one told him that they should get into the large bushes because it would keep them warm and hidden throughout the day. Texas agreed but another said that they should keep walking instead. Russia quickly said that they needed rest and that more snow was likely to fall soon which would hide their tracks.

After a few more words they men spread out in the area getting under the bushes with dead leaves and frosted plants that were solid. He knew that they had to split up but not being able to see Russia made him uneasy. Texas only now realized how attached he had become to the young man despite them not knowing each other for very long now. Memories of them talking together in the cell made him remember the harsh days during the dust bowl when he had to sit in the house with his brothers as the dust storm took over their world. As reality set in again when he felt some of his clothing get wet. His feet did remain dry despite the snow and ice due to the Russians insisting on him wearing such heavy boots. He would later learn while working on the prison grounds that they were one of the most important items because they kept him from getting frostbite in the harsh winter.

Time passed and the three men with him were shivering while they stayed down in the makeshift fox hole that was made of ice and mud. Texas wondered if sleeping now would be a good idea. His body wanted rest, water and food but only one of those was possible. The urge grew as time passed but the idea of being caught kept him awake.

The sky soon turned to a lighter shade of blue as the sun began to rise. Texas looked around for a moment, being able to see the land better now. He could not see the camp or the others that hid around them which he supposed was good but his fear grew as a result. He wanted to see the others to make sure that everyone was okay and still together in the area. He was about to whistle but he saw Russia peak his head out a moment after.

Texas kept his head out just long enough to make sure that he saw him. After a moment Russia nodded his head to him before disappearing into the bushes again. Texas lowered his body down after a little bit longer looking at the men around him. Texas told the two men that they needed to move soon. The men simply nodded along in response watching as Texas whistled like a bullfinch hoping to get the others' attention. After whistling for a few minutes some of the men started to emerge including Russia. Looking around one more time Texas got up and started moving again.

The sun was starting to set on their left meaning they should have been walking north last night. They needed to turn east soon but for now getting around the camp and finding a military base that would help them. Most of the men did not say anything, but whispers were heard. Mostly asking names, where they came from and how they got here. Almost all of the men there were Russian and came from different Russian cities that had been lost to the Germans. It didn’t surprise the state due to the Third Riche likely wanting to make the base look insignificant. Texas got weird looks when he explained that he was important to America and was sent to Russian territory to help but said nothing about why. Russia managed to calm the men down by telling them about Texas’s actions.

The wind grew stronger and slowed them down along with whipping their tracks clean off of the earth. However, the men seemed to worry about the upcoming snow fall, one saying, “We need to find shelter before things get worse.”

They had been walking for a majority of the day and they needed to get water soon so Texas figured it would be a good idea. Texas nodded to the man who had spoken while saying, “We should also find water and food when we get the chance.”

Another added that they should stop after they found a ditch so digging would be easier. The soldier to Texas's right added that they needed to find large branches to make a shelter out of that hole. The other soldiers agreed as they kept walking forward.

Looking around trying to find a suitable place to hide one of them pointed out an area that was deeper that was toward the east. The men walked over before the one who started to dig with a shovel they still had. Texas was impressed when he thought about how on earth he managed to climb over the fence with it. Others started to follow suit by digging with their hands while three men in front of Texas told their group they were going to find wood. Texas volunteered to come as they walked around still in view of the others while they went around the area to collect fallen branches. It took a few of them to be able to move anything reminding Texas of how weak he and the men had become. He had tied up his left arm to let his arm rest but it made helping the men extremely hard.

Time passed and Texas could feel the exhaustion take over his body as the fox hole became a small makeshift camp for him and the Russians. Once they all could get under the structure the shortest of the group pulled out a makeshift knife. Texas eyed the small blade before looking at Russia, noticing that the boy paid him no mind. His name was Dmitri and had been a farmer before the war. He had also hunted in woods like these when he was younger. He took one of the branches and started carving it. It took Texas a while but he realized he was making a fire. Texas told him that he could help by using the metal he had on hand to create sparks. The young man smiled nodding before continuing to carve wood as Texas helped set up a spot to kindle the fire. “I am going to find something to eat anyone want to come with me?”

Texas watched as the man by the name of Ivan got up while the others stayed still. After a moment of awkward silence another sat up straight and agreed to go. Russia looked like he wanted to volunteer but decided against it. ‘Good, he needs to rest right now.’ Texas thought as he sat across from him. He watched as he looked down at his shaking hands that rubbed together to generate more warmth. The State’s first instinct was to hold him to warm him up but his own clothes were wet and he likely wasn’t any warmer than the men around Russia. Texas sighed before asking the men how long it would take for them to get to a river in these woods.

Most looked around clearly clueless but one said that melting the snow could be the better solution until they found one. Texas asked how they could do that. “For now we need a fire first so come here and start getting those sparks made.”

Texas nodded moving forward and helped light the wood. After a couple of tries the fire was started. The men started to tear larger branches off of the trees so they could carve and make the fire larger. With time and some arguing the fire was hot and strong enough to melt the snow around it. Texas, still in a uniform coat at this point, pulled out a ripped piece of cloth. He grabbed some snow and held it near the fire. If his memory was correct from what Colorado had told him as long as he melted the snow it would be safe to consume. As it melted he could see the other men eyeing the now wet cloth. After a couple of minutes it began to drip. With haste Texas put the cloth to his lips and felt the cold liquid coat his lips and mouth. The feeling reminded him of getting water after a long drought back home. However, the memory did not last long as the men beside him asked for a drink.

Texas nodded after a moment telling the men that they needed to grab cleaner snow before handing the cloth over. The men nodded before going out to collect snow outside. Texas looked back at Russia who by this point looked like he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Texas moved to go sit next to him, opening his uniform to let the young republic rest on his warm chest. Feeling the cold air hit him made Texas want to bundle back up but he needed to help Russia first. After sitting next to Russia he heard him start to speak before Texas moved him so he was leaning on his right side completely. Russia blurted out, “I am not a child!”

Texas shook his head before saying, “I know that but I need to help you keep warm right now.”

Russia huffed in response but made to move to get up. Texas tucked the boy into him, closing his eyes as he rested his head into the wavy blue and red hair. After a moment he heard the men come back and chat as they melted the snow. Texas after many months of pain and uncertainty felt moderately safe. When he fully relaxed he heard the men muttering around him before Texas could ask what the men were talking about he felt Russia move away from him. “What’s going on?” Texas asked the Russians around him as he looked at the young republic. To his surprise he saw the hammer and sickle on his face glowing brightly. Texas was surprised to say the least.

After a moment of staring he looked up to see the men were also looking at him as well. One of the men pointed at both of them asking, “Why are both of your symbols glowing?”

Texas closed his eyes trying to find the simplest way to explain this complicated process without giving away what he was. “Well, USA kinda does this when he and the other countries he is helping out are connecting in some way. To put things simply this happens when two anthropomorphs are touching while also helping each other heal.”

Some simply nodded while others continued to stare as they both continued to glow. Texas tried to relax but Russia was stiff in his arms. The state sighed before he moved to lay down on his right side considering his shoulder and bruised back. The other men talked and continued to try and figure out what they should do before moving again leaving Russia and Texas alone for the most part.

Russia was still stiff and sitting up after several minutes. Texas, now understanding that he likely would never relax, sat up again and put his hand on Russia’s right shoulder. The young republic jumped slightly, the symbol still glowing when he turned to face the smaller state. Texas told him to lay down and rest while the men brought back what they could find. Russia looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before he nodded and went to lay down next to him. As he did, Russia made sure to keep some space between them, causing their symbol’s light to extinguish like a burned out candle light. After a couple of minutes Texas closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest.

Texas was woken up by the sound of men moving the sticks above their heads. The state moved forward without thinking, causing the Russian men to jump in surprise. After looking around Texas remembered where he was and looked to see who was moving the branches. That is when he came face to face with Ivan who was smiling at the sight of him and the other men surrounding the fire. Texas got up still in a bit of a haze as he tried to help move more of the snow covered branches with his right hand. Texas caught sight of another man holding a deer over his shoulders with the other lifting up its hind legs to keep it off the ground. The small deer that had many stab wounds around the side of its neck. Texas knew that this would be interesting considering none of them had eaten very much these last couple of months. Moving forward he helped the men get the animal under the makeshift roof. After a bit of an argument the men let Dmitri skin and prepare the animal over the fire.

After eating the men started talking about what direction they should go in. One half wanted to go north while the other said going east would help them find a base faster. Texas thought back to the meetings he had with Soviet and his men when they talked about the supply routes on the map. He wondered where they were now and how far the next red base was. Then came a thought, ‘What if I could find a way to talk to Moscow?’

Texas looked at his left arm and shoulder wondering what the marks looked like now. Not wanting to reveal that he had a soulmate to the soldiers he dismissed the idea. He didn’t need anyone else knowing more about him. After a moment, the men called out to him asking if they should go east or north. Texas said that going north for another day would help but they should start heading towards the North East. He explained that he had heard from his generals that the Soviet had managed to keep Leningrad standing which was up North toward Finland. Which meant that going north would be the best idea but going toward the east would help them doge Third Reich Army.

Russia stated that going east would be the most obvious thing for them to do so going north east was technically the best of both worlds. Texas nodded in response, getting up to drink more before they left. They needed to keep moving which meant not building another fire for a while. After some time and discussion they turned to the sky seeing that the sun was rising by now. Traveling during the day was better over all but it also helped them find their way home. The rest of the men got up and began to follow them as they started their journey to the north.

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Moscow had another meeting and this time it was with D.C alone. Third Reich’s army had finally been pushed back but was not out of Russian territory yet. Moscow needed to make sure that supplies kept coming to keep it that way. It mostly meant making sure the supply lines were still running, raw materials were going to the factories, and getting the checks from America consistently. The last one would be the hardest to do because he knew that with Texas missing D.C. would ask questions and hold the money. The district was already a paranoid person, to begin with, so he would have to come up with a good enough lie to cover the situation up. Moscow hoped that as the meeting progressed D.C. would drop the topic of the American. When he reached the two doors of the meeting room he wiped his hands on the side of his suit in an attempt to dry his sweaty palms.

Opening the doors he saw the U.S capital, who was sitting at the other end of the long table, look up. He could see the confusion on the American’s face for a moment before he asked, “Where is Liam?”

“He is helping the men with the incoming supplies. You shouldn't worry about a pond. We have more pressing matters to talk about.”

“That is a lie. Your shipments came in yesterday and the new medical supplies won't arrive until late tonight. He is no no pond either he is an American citizen.” D.C. looked at him with squinted eyes. Moscow could feel his mouth go dry as the District of Columbia continued to question him. He was surprised that the capital knew when the supplies arrived considering he shouldn’t be worried about Russian shipments. Moscow sighed internally knowing that USSR was going to be pissed when he found out about what he was going to do. “Listen, around September he went missing in action. A soldier said that he and others were ambushed. He claims that he is still alive but in German hands. Soviet-”

“What!” D.C yelled now standing up. Moscow cringed when the capital began to yell and wave his arms around trying to emphasize certain words. “Are you at least looking for him?”

Moscow took a breath before answering, “No, our men don't have the supplies needed to go searching for one man.”

D.C. groaned in response, turning away from him. Moscow was thankful that the district couldn't reach him right now because he likely would have taken a swing already. After composing himself D.C. turned to him and said, “Does USSR know about this? Does anyone else know about this?”

Moscow nodded, telling D.C about Soviet’s reasoning, the soldier’s full story, and the plan for finding the Lone Star. D.C’s face went from anger to worry to neutral again. Moscow understood the need to keep one's emotions in check, but he thought it was strange that D.C. had taken the situation this well. He would say that showing any emotion for a common soldier to be unusual but he knew that Liam was no average man. After a few questions, D.C. sat down and seemed to be lost in thought.

Moscow could only wait for him to speak, too afraid to anger the capital again. The troops needed those supplies still and D.C. was the only one who could help him with that. He hoped that he could convince the capital to continue to help him get those supplies and bonds in, so the Red Army wouldn't have to slow down. Moscow thought about what the capital might say so he could plan the conversation out. If he managed to calm him down he might be able to keep this incident a secret. “How much longer does the Red Army need to push out Third Reich Invaders from Russian territory?”

That was not a question Moscow had thought of but the Russian capital was quick to answer, ”Around May or June at the latest, why?”

“That is too long; he wouldn't last the whole winter out here. I need to ask around and see if I can get access to a special team to help find him. I might ask Finland to-”

“Do not let that man get involved in this! He will kill him if he finds out what he knows and he will not listen to either of us. What makes you think he would change sides? He is with Third Reich, remember?” Moscow interrupted.

“You mean he is neutral. He doesn't like that Nazi any more than we do but he doesn't want to get dragged into another war. He has also offered a haven for the native peoples who went across his border for help. He is our only option right now especially if you don't want American to hear about this.” D.C argued. Moscow shook his head before looking at D.C. who didn't waiver. Moscow knew if USSR found out he would be in a world of trouble, but he didn't have much of a choice now. After a heavy sigh, Moscow asked, “What do you want me to do then?”

“I will contact Finland and see if he can find him. If Third Reich has figured out that he has an important American figure then we are going to be in trouble. However, if we can find and break him out of the prison then we can forget this ever happened. If the Germans already know I am not saving you from America’s wrath. Understood?”

Moscow wasn’t pleased, to say the least, but this was a good deal all things considered. Putting his pride to the side he agreed and told him where he could find the Nordic country. D.C. simply nodded asking about the actual purpose of the meeting they were supposed to be having. Moscow went on to tell him about how the front lines were, and that the Germans were being defeated due to their own poor planning. D.C asked if they had found any trace of Soviet children yet. Moscow shook his head no.

His home country was still angry and searching for them through the eyes of his red army. The capital hoped that they were still alive even if they had been through many months of hell. He knew they would need time to recover from such horrors, so he always made sure medical supplies were available at the bases. That is why keeping a deal with America was the best idea even when their own factories were up and running around the clock already.

D.C and Moscow talked about what the next steps were to take down Third Reich. Supplies and men were of the plenty on the Eastern front but they needed to win Stalingrad in the South and hold strong for the next enemy push that was coming their way. That way the Germans could not resupply themselves off of the oil in the south. D.C said that America was bombing German cities and was going to help take down Fascist Italy knowing that he was the weak underbelly of the Axis powers. Moscow agreed that getting rid of Italy would make the war easier, but for now they needed to hold strong. D.C nodded again saying, “I will not tell America but I will have Finland look for him even if USSR sends a team out later on.”

Moscow could only grit his teeth before replying, “Yes of course.”

After a brief summary D.C gave Moscow the necessary paperwork, shook his hand and left. When the door closed Moscow sighed. He knew that D.C would likely keep his word, but he didn't know if anyone was overhearing the conversation. He knew that the soldiers were loyal to USSR and to him alone, so the possibility of him finding out would hang over his head. Moscow could only hope his cover wouldn’t be blown for now. At least he knew someone would be looking for his soulmate wherever he may be. The Russian capital tried to not let his thoughts consume him as he fixed his suit and left the meeting room. His personal guard followed close behind as he went back to his own office.

After arriving in his office he checked the time on his watch. It was 3 pm and he had work to do. Taking the papers that America’s capital had given him he began to read. Seeing that the money transfers would come was good along with the information that the Americans had managed to translate from the German lines. Moscow was pleased but he also worried about what else America could find if he looked in the right place. If America found out in such a way he could turn it against them which would not be good. Moscow forced his eyes away from the paper trying to calm down a bit. He did not need to be overly emotional right before making any decision.

Taking a breath he looked at his desk and went through more of his paperwork. He looked for when the next food shipments would come in. ‘Tomorrow morning should be a good time.’ It would bring meat, flour, and some bread to the soldiers and people. I hope the supply lines are not being stolen right now because winter will end soon and the people need to keep moving without pause. The Germans will be back on their feet when the snow melts and their attacks can't be as devastating as before. Moscow didn't like the idea of tempting fate but for now he and his men were going to cut it close. However, Moscow supposed that USSR was right about the new soldiers and supplies would be the push they needed.

The oil fields in the Caucasus were also being protected currently, so if Germany ever reached that area it would be a hard fight. Once they could cut off Third Reich there the Red Army would be able to turn the war around. At least that was the idea because for right now it would all come down to Stalingrad. His memory flashed to the meeting with D.C. earlier in the day. He told D.C. that a large army was coming and that the men would have to fight with everything that they had down there. It would be taxing on the people and on them. Moscow had already felt what such destruction could bring so he hoped the little city would be okay. D.C. showed little concern about the people but did say that he would continue to supply food if they needed it.

Moscow got up and looked at the map of the Soviet Union as the memory came to an end. Looking at the red and yellow pins that covered the border Moscow looked for places Texas could be. Places where Soviet’s children could be. All of the death and pain did not help his thoughts and left him with only nightmares. Even with a victory in sight, his worry did not let up. “Sir?”

“FUck!” Moscow cursed loudly in response. Whipping his head around toward the noise. He saw a soldier and a politician outside of his door. Both wore a neutral expression as they met his eyes. Moscow asked, “What is it?”

The soldier looked at the politician before moving to close the door. The older man spoke with an even tone, “We need the papers from Washington D.C, so we may send orders out.”

Moscow nodded slowly before going to his desk shuffling through the papers and pulling up a folder that had USSR insignia on it. Walking to the man he handed it to him telling him that only the Zorcaph should see it. The man only nodded before saluting him. Moscow did the same watching him leave. Moscow looked back at the map before searching through his desk. Picking up a pin he went to the wall and placed a black and white pin on the northern base. He hoped that Texas could be brought there when he was found that way they could see each other again. Moscow went to his desk and began to work again.

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Snow, trees, and ice is all Texas could see for miles. His shoulder burned even with the cold numbing his exposed skin. The men around him only whispered as they walked hoping that the words would keep them sane. Texas closed his eyes trying to imagine home, but could only feel his feet and legs burn from walking for days.

Texas looked over at Russia as he walked slowly behind Pasha who was around a foot taller than the republic. As the state watched the young boy walk he noticed him limping more than yesterday. Texas glanced at the men before walking toward Russia who was a couple of feet behind now. The state could only hope he knew enough Russian to talk to him properly. Russia looked up when he noticed the state was now beside him whispering, “What do you want now?”

“You need rest but we can't stop, so I was thinking-”

“No!” Russia said loudly. The men turned to look at them for a moment as Texas gave an awkward smile. The men only turned away when Russia glared at them. Texas tried again, “I don’t even have to carry you if that is what you thought. I think I should just offer you some support.”

Russia looked at him with knitted eyebrows for a moment before opening his mouth. After no words came out Texas said in a soft tone, “There is no shame in needing help when you were almost beaten to death by those damned Nazis. You and I both almost got killed and need medical attention so let me help you until we get to a medical tent. Okay, Russia?”

Russia looked him up and down before sighing. “Okay.”

Texas moved closer to him before wrapping his arm around Russia’s back and securing his hand under his armpit. The republic wrapped his arm over Texas’s neck to allow some of his weight to be carried by the thin state. As they walked in silence the men began to steal glances of them walking together. Texas wanted to call them out but instead, he heard something in the woods move causing him to pause.

As Texas looked around Russia began to speak before Dmitri silenced everyone. Texas strained his ears trying to hear anything but the earth moving. Then the state heard a foreign noise. It was human but he couldn’t identify what exactly. “-raus hier..”

Russia went completely still at those sounds. German. That noise was German speaking. Texas turned his eyes toward the noise slowly as if even moving his eyes would alert the people. As the men continued to listen Dmitri pulled out his knife slowly. Pasha squatted low to the ground trying to stay out of sight, given he was still quite large. Ivan looked at Daniil who began to walk forward slowly. Lev went towards a tree that Boris and Luka were now behind. Leonid had lifted the shovel he had and Aleksandr turned to Texas with a concerned look. Mikhail was the closest to the noise now and had taken slow steps toward the sound.

After a few moments of seeing the men move Texas began to move Russia toward Lev, Boris, and Luka. Telling the men to keep an eye on the Republic as he left to follow Daniil and Mikhail who had been walking toward the voices. Texas went to the left eyeing Daniil as he heard the voices get louder. “…kümmert dich das?”

Texas saw Mikhail waving his hand forward and back telling them to move forward. Texas moved hiding behind trees trying to stay hidden as they looked for the enemy. Looking to his right he saw Daniil as he signaled that the enemy was north of them now. “Kein Scheiß-Blödsinn.”

“Warum gehen wir dann nicht?”

Texas couldn’t understand what they were saying. All he knew was that the two men were distracted by how many voices he heard. Texas looked past the trees and saw the German uniforms. That ugly dark gray or green colored uniform that stuck out in the snow-covered land. Texas signaled to the men that he saw a rifle on one while the other was standing by a horse.

Texas got closer as Daniil pulled out a sharpened stick a few feet away from him. Before Texas could signal anything a stone was thrown at one of the German soldiers causing him to shout. The state flinched as the man gripped his face while the other looked around. Texas moved behind the tree hoping to stay hidden. The state could only hear the unfamiliar language mixed with the sound of boots in the snow. Texas felt his heart beat out of his chest as the sound got closer. Then it stopped.

Texas held his breath for a moment trying to hear as much of his surroundings as possible. Then a flash of gunfire was heard men yelling and then silence. Texas looked past the tree and saw a horse along in the woods. Texas looked for the other men, but nothing. He slowly walked forward every step he took caused more anxiety. Knowing he could be killed at any moment Texas turned every couple of seconds looking for that color.

He got to the horse reaching to his side for a moment looking for a weapon that wasn’t there. Texas cursed internally looking behind him again. Texas opened the pack, finding a pistol with bullets. “Американский!”

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Texas turned and stopped himself from shooting as he saw Daniil go toward him with his hands up. Texas sighed before asking, “You okay?”

The young man only nodded. Went toward the horse before Texas grabbed him. “Not yet. We need to regroup with the others.”

Daniil nodded, stepping back while Texas grabbed the horse's lead and followed. As they walked Daniil told Texas about what exactly happened. Mikhail had thrown a rock and had hit one of the soldiers in the head when his helmet was off. He cursed, turned, and ran toward the noise. Daniil had sat next to Mikhail at the time and when the soldier got close he tripped him. Mikhail jumped on him while Daniil took his rifle. He looked for the other soldier who had gotten lost and was yelling for his comrade. Daniil killed him and went to look for the horse and supplies they had.

As they kept walking Mikhail was found moving the dead soldier. Texas called out to him hoping that the young man was not too spooked from killing another. Texas tried not to think of the horror that had been waking him up the last few nights. He didn’t have time to grieve or cry about past events because he needed to get home. “Американский.”

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“Yes?” Texas responded by coming back to the snow-covered forest. “Daniil says we should take the body. What do you think?”

Texas shook his head saying, “Too much effort for a dead guy. We need to take off his uniform and bring the supplies to the others. Once we regroup we can find out where they came from so we know where we are now.”

The two Russians looked at one another before Daniil shrugged. All three men stripped the German soldier and started to whistle the simple tone that signaled it was safe to come out. After some time Aleksandr, Leonid, and Pasha came out from hiding. Texas felt his stomach twist when he didn’t see Russia in the group. Texas tried to brush it off as the others called out for the rest of the group. However, his body continued to tremble and his vision began to blur; he knew the feeling of losing men when they split. Trying to not look like a lost child in a corn field Texas paid attention to the brown horse.

Reality began to become more hazy as he focused his energy on the animal. Texas briefly looked for oats or any good plant to feed the large animal. It only led to him looking at the pack that the men were now going through chatting about what they found. Their voices became radio static causing Texas to become quiet. Trying to stabilize his growing fear the state looked at his arm trying to remember what was written there all those months ago. After a few moments of white noise, Texas looked up. Seeing one of the men go into the horse’s blind spot Texas yelled for him to get away causing Mikhail to jump.

“You okay?”

Texas’s head shot up seeing Russia standing beside the horse. Taking a moment to stabilize his thoughts the state mustered a yes from his shaky voice. Russia started a little longer before asking him how the horse was. Texas and he chatted for a while which helped relax the Southerner.

They distributed the supplies and they agreed to keep the horse while they tracked where the men came from. They found that they came from the west and that it was likely a patrol group so they needed to move as long as they could. Moving east the group talked about what the plan was when they found an Ally base. Most talked about food, showers, and a warm room.

Texas's minds cleared as they talked some even told jokes and retold stories. Russia chimed in telling his people about Moscow and the USSR before the war. It brought the men comfort, knowing that their countryhuman life was like their own to an extent. Hearing about him being a family man and loving the stars they got to see in the woods every night. The republic reminded him of Colorado almost when he told them about the snow. Making Texas remember the simpler days before the war and heartbreak.

Looking up for a moment he could see the sunset take over the sky. He remembered Moscow and him talking about the constellations he could find on this side of the world. Texas smiled before telling them about the desert lands he crossed. The men were fascinated by the idea of a desert and the flat fields that you could see for miles. He told them about the cattle drives and sweet warm springs where thousands of bluebonnets would grow. He told them about his home and how he had never really seen this much snow before and he had never seen the northern lights.

The men asked him about family and even about his soulmate. Texas brushed them off saying he moved around a lot and hadn’t been around long enough to hear from his soulmate yet. Russia eyed Texas when he talked about soulmates he could only hope the young republic didn’t suspect anything. As they walked Russia was starting to fall behind, so Texas and him got on the horse and rode him through the night.

Texas could feel Russia lean on him more and more as time passed. Texas had originally thought the republic was just tired, but now he remained eerily still. The state stopped the horse as he heard Russia’s labored breathing. Turing in alarm he told Luka to give him the water canteen. The men stared at him as turned around, while still on the horse, to tend to the republic. Texas when Russia woke up could barely understand what the state was saying causing the Southerners to become more alarmed. He checked Russia’s temperature and pulse seeing if Russia was really that sick. When he looked asked if he had any open wounds he only could point to his side.

Texas opened his coat and uniform to see an infected gunshot wound on his right side. Texas cursed himself for forgetting that he was badly injured at the labor camp. He knew that if they waited any longer for help Russia would die from the infected injury. The Lone Star state yelled, “We need to move faster! Russia is very sick!”

The men stared at the state while telling him that they should be close to the Russian lines if the Germans came from this direction. Texas dug his boots into the horse's ribs telling him to run. The animal took off galloping through the snowy desert. “Come on boy! Faster!”

Texas felt Russia’s grip on him loosen as they rode further away from the men. Texas looked around as his adrenaline and emotions took hold of his body. He fought himself to make sure that desperation didn’t make another stupid decision for him. The state looked around before seeing it, smoke. Smoke meant fire, fire meant people, and people meant medical supplies. Texas ran the already exhausted animal toward the smoke ahead praying that these were the people they were looking for.

Seeing hoof tracks, tank tread marks, and shoe-prints in the snow Texas knew he was at least going toward people. Lone Star drew the pistol and looked for any uniforms to get an idea of who they were galloping toward. The state then saw the average Russian uniform at the gates. Texas yelled, “Don’t shoot us! Russian SFSR is with me!”

The men called for him to slow down. Texas obeyed their orders but kept the pistol raised. The men hoped he could go with him despite not being known by any countyhuman other than his father. After showing Russia’s flag to the men they both froze in place. After a moment that felt like an eternity one of the men pulled a red book from his coat and told him to go to the city’s town hall. Texas nodded before riding into the city.

He heard men yell but only focused on making it to the large building ahead of him. When he arrived men called for him to identify himself. “My name doesn’t matter, Russia needs medical attention now!”

Getting off the horse he took Russia into his arms and showed the hammer and sickle symbol on Russia’s face again. “He has a bad infection and needs help. Where can I find a doctor?”

The men stared before one told him to follow and the other went to find the best doctors and nurses at the base. As he followed two men brought out a stretcher to load the republic onto. Once Texas knew he was safe he said he needed to go get the rest of the men. When he got up the world began to spin causing the state to curse before he saw the floor get close to him. When his vision became consumed by darkness his mind thought of the north star and the Calendar of Wisdom.

Chapter Text

Moscow was pacing in his office again. The Red Army had made it to Leningrad with success, but they were stuck in a stalemate. The south had been overrun harshly, but Stalingrad had held firm, and by the looks of it, Third Reich would wait until that city had fallen to grab supplies. Soviet was gaining confidence, but he was losing many of his people.

Moscow balled his hands into fists as his mind wandered to thoughts of D.C, Texas, and now Finland. His soulmate was missing and that Vodka stealer had said nothing to him. Moscow wasn’t even sure if D.C. had actually contacted that stubborn country. Texas was running out of time. His soulmate was running out of time. Moscow could barely handle looking into the mirror because of the fading ink. His skin told him of a sad reality. His lone star could turn into a supernova at any point, and he would be powerless to stop it.

Moscow stopped to look back at the map. The black and white pins were scattered around German and Russian territory. The capital shook his head, trying to think clearly. The days had blurred together as men came and went to his office door as people died in the endless death machine called war. However, losing was not an option because it meant more death for him and his people. Moscow picked up his coat and left his room.

Walking down the long hallways with two soldiers following him, Moscow thought about D.C.’s words one more time. “If the Germans already know I am not saving you from America’s wrath."

‘If Third Reich goes near Lone Star I will kill him myself.’

Moscow internally cringed at that thought. They hadn’t talked long, so why was he already protective of the state? ‘Because he listened to you despite both our home countries ‘propaganda.’’

When he and the men stood at the exit doors, Moscow took a deep breath. Two soldiers opened the door but did not acknowledge Moscow and the men as they passed. The capital felt the cold hit him and his breath came out as a white cloud. They walked onto the pathway and out of the Komendantskaya tower.

As they continued walking, the capital felt his head clear a little. He thought about contacting D.C. to see if Finland had contacted him, but he squished the thought as it came to him. He couldn’t seem desperate and Soviet would know the moment he called the capitalist. Thinking about his situation over and over again, the only reasonable solution he could think of was to do nothing about his situation. Moscow stopped and searched through his coat pockets for a cigar.

Pulling out his lighter, he struggled to light the cigar, making his anger worsen. His anger popped and hissed out like burning coals in a fireplace. He felt as if he were going to burst. Moscow started walking again, attempting to light the cigar, hopping it and the cold would help calm him down. He had to meet with Soviet soon, and that meant keeping his anger in check. The capital was usually calm, quiet, and put together but the stress was finally getting to him.

When he finally lit it, he took a long drag. Blowing out the smoke, he looked around, seeing the men on patrol trying to not stare at him. These soldiers were new and had never seen an anthropomorph in person by the looks of it. Shaking his head Moscow tried to ignore them.

Taking another breath he thought about the upcoming meeting again trying to figure out what he should do and say to Soviet. With things calming down in Red Square some Soviet would push for the factories to continue work at full force which meant not needing America’s help. However, D.C would likely be insistent about staying in Russian territory until Lone Star was found. Soviet would not let that support stay if it could be helped. He didn’t want to be involved with America any more than he had to. In his eyes the army would need time to adjust some, but not by much. Knowing the main goal being to protect the oil fields and look for his children more thoroughly.

By the time he thought of what to say they were back at the tower’s entrance. Taking one last puff of the cigar he throws it to the ground and steps on it. The Guards open the doors and Moscow takes a breath as the enters the building again. ‘Here we go.’

“I told you already we are in no position to go look for the American.” Soviet said firmly. The country looked at Moscow who continued, “We are about to lose America’s support because of your orders. When the deal ends he will ask for Mercedes' return, but he is gone. What will we do then?”

Soviet scoffed before saying, “He will not care for a simple soldier even if he has important information. Things have changed for the Capitalist meaning the man has no useful information anyway.”

“You heard United States say it himself, ‘if he is captured you risk the pigs finding some stuff out.’ Does that mean nothing to you?”

“The American didn’t even tell us what the soldier knows, meaning it will not affect our operations. Why do you care so much Moscow?”

“Do not mistake my -”

“USSR, Moscow sir!”

Before Moscow could finish defending himself a man in a suit burst into the office. The soldiers did even stop him because of a small red book he held. However, Soviet didn’t exactly care. The country turned to yell at him but the look on the young man's face was of excitement and fear making the country curious. In a restrained voice USSR asked, “What was so important that you went ahead and let yourself in?”

“Your son Russia has been found alive along with another that looks like Chile but speaks with an American accent.” Soviet turned his attention to the man fully now while Moscow struggled to keep his face neutral as he felt both relief and panic. As the man talked Soviet stopped to ask him questions trying to figure out as much as he could.

Moscow listened as he stood in silence. Hearing that Texas and Russia had traveled to Leningrad. They had been traveling with 10 other men but two would likely not make it due to starvation and exhaustion. The 8 that would remain alive needed rest and 3 needed surgery. Meaning if they wanted more information on what happened they would need to wait for at least a couple of days.

Soviet shook his head saying, “I don’t want to hear about it. I want to see him! I want to see my son, Russia!”

The man seemed quite frightened by Soviet’s outburst as he nodded in response. Telling him that he will get transportation ready now. As the man scrambled to leave USSR turned his attention to Moscow. The capital features remained neutral as he tried to remain calm in front of his country.

Soviet simply said, “Did you know anything about Chile’s unfound twin?”

“No, I didn’t but I am glad that they are alive.”

Soviet raised an eyebrow, “They?”

“Russia and the soldiers.” Moscow said quickly. He was a little nervous with Texas now in the picture. “The American can be returned to their country because that is where they belong.”

Soviet stared at him for a moment before turning to leave the room. While in the hallway USSR turned to Moscow saying, “You will be coming with me since you are so happy to hear about their return. Go get ready and take both guards with you.”

Moscow simply nodded. After Soviet left the room Moscow could only think, ‘I hope they're okay, and that Soviet won't turn against us.’

Moscow looked around only seeing snow and ice cutting through the land. As they moved Moscow wondered if they really had traveled on foot all this way. He heard from the men that they had traveled from some type of labor camp in the far west. The men claimed that Texas had memorized some type of map because of how sure he was when he walked.

Moscow was jerked from his thoughts as the compartment shook. As he scanned the area he could see that USSR was looking out the window with a calm look on his face despite the unexpected movements. Moscow then noticed his eyes were staring at something. Peering outside Moscow saw a large pole with red painted straw on the top, a checkpoint.

Moscow heard footsteps, a door closing, and someone yelling. As he turned to look out his window he could see a blurred figure walking past. Moscow paused before recognizing the color, a Russian uniform. Shaking his head he leaned back and let his mind fill with questions about Russia and Taxes.

‘Were they going to be okay?’

‘What did Russia think of the state?’

‘Did they know who each other were?’

The questions only made Moscow more anxious as he listened to the men move around them. Moscow instinctively started to twist the buttons on his coat as he tried to calm down. He could only hope the two young men and the soldiers were getting the care they needed in the dying city.

Moscow looked at Soviet who had pulled a Red booklet from his coat. A sign of ranking and his notebook to those who worked within the Red Army. He pulled it out when he wanted to remember a question or important dates. Soviet would have many questions on how this situation even happened. The red, white and blue flag with a group of Russians situation.

Moscow cringed internally when he thought of Tex next to America. They were not quite the same but his voice and habits made it clear that he was American. Soviet did not like the Capitalist and neither did Moscow, but his soulmate was one of them. His opinions on capitalism may not change but his social habits might. He wouldn't share everything, but Texas already seemed to understand that.

Perhaps he could understand why they did what they did based on his own secret family line. However, Texas first needed to get Soviet’s approval before getting any closer to the Russian family. He would say Russia would be able to vouch for him, but the nature of their relationship had not been revealed yet. He hoped it was good but being the enemy-turned war partner is already a concerning start.

Sighing internally Moscow stopped twisting the buttons and started messing with his outfit. Straightening his gloves, hat and coat causing Soviet to look at him briefly. The capital, while messing with his coat, was jerked forward when the compartment began to move forward again. As he sat up straight a small amount of tension found its way in the room.

He could feel his hands become clammy when he found USSR staring at him. Moscow was not able to sit comfortably with his country staring at him like that. After a few moments Soviet asked, “Why are you happy the American is alive?”

Pausing for a moment Moscow answered slowly, “America is less than happy when one of his people died in another territory. If he was killed it would have been on us in his eyes. Keeping him alive is in our best interest in other words.”

Soviet nodded for a moment before saying, “I know that is not the only reason but your point is still present. If I find out you lied to keep a larger secret hidden the consequences will be devastating.”

Moscow nodded slowly in response. He needed to act as if he didn't know he was like them. That was his mask, not knowing who Texas was because having him as his soulmate was damning. As much as he wanted to tell Soviet of his importance he couldn't forget the consequences of befriending an enemy. His fear outweighs his fate because it rules over everything.

Keeping himself calm he went to fidget with the lighter so as to not attract any more attention. Feeling the rectangular shape he rotated it so the lighter button was out of reach. The top and bottom would have felt different due to the cold metal against the red paint but the gloves made it feel the same. He could almost remember the feeling from using it many times despite the gloves he always wears in the harsh weather. He always thought the button instead of a flint wheel was fitting due to the amount of flammable cloth his people wore.

Moscow gave a small sigh before getting up and leaving the compartment’s room. Taking out the lighter and cigarettes the Capital walked down the hallway. As he made a beeline for the door the two guards glanced at him for a moment. As he opened it he wondered if Texas smoked at all. His father did and DC on occasion, but he hadn't seen Texas do it. He supposed it didn't matter in the end.

Once Moscow reached the smoking car he was finally able to light the cigarette. Breathing in he feels a slight moment of relief. After blowing the smoke out he let his mind rest after all of the pressure and information that had hit him the last few days.

After returning to his seat Moscow wondered how much further it would be. They still needed to get to the tucks and ride down the ice roads. The road of life was the only way to aid the people and get access to the city itself. He hoped they would not get attacked while they traveled there. Moscow reminded himself that it was not likely when the Germans were losing ground and losing to the harsh weather.

The train they were on held supplies, men and food. They couldn't afford being found amongst it. Both Moscow and USSR were wearing their pins to hide themselves among the other figure heads. The only passengers who knew of their presence were the personal guards and Zorcaph. Of course some people stared at Soviet’s height and the USSR marked symbol on the eye patch. However, they still resembled their people enough that most would brush it off.

After a moment of considering Texas’s situation again the train stopped. Looking at Soviet, they both nodded before getting up to exit the compartment. Their soldiers surrounded them as they walked down each car to get to the exit. As they did Moscow put his hud up and put his gloves back on. Once they were there the other two soldiers met them. Telling him and Soviet to follow so they could be hidden amongst the supplies. Both the country and its capital nodded before trailing behind the two men.

The wind was no longer strong but the cold was still making itself present. As they walked Moscow could feel himself sinking into the snow no matter where he stepped. The capital looked up for a moment seeing the stars and their constellations. He quickly returned his attention to the group making sure to keep his mask up. When they reached the truck both men opened the doors and let them inside. The cold was still felt but the clothing and fur was keeping Moscow warm.

Time passed and Moscow started to relax a little after being able to rest on the bed of the truck. Soviet was likely going to fall asleep sitting up, which was odd but who was he to judge. Sleep was not something that came easily but he hoped seeing the two would help ease their minds. As rest consumed him he thought of the stars outside again.

Moscow was woken up by the sound of movement of the truck stopping. As he looked around almost blindly he wondered how long it had exactly been. Once he heard more voices he got up and looked around for USSR. Once he saw him standing at the truck's back doors he wondered what he was thinking briefly. Then two soldiers opened the door revealing the sea of movement around them. Soldiers moved around them like ants in the summer. Moscow took a breath letting the ice cold air help clear his head before following USSR and the soldier through the crowd of brown.

Walking through the crowd he recognized that they were in the city now. They must be going to the medical station. Everything was about to change and he was going to suffer the consequences of it. They were going to suffer the consequences of it. As they reached the building they could see one half was crumbling and the other had sandbags in the front. Jesus, how on earth were they going to keep this place going? People were moving in and out and the sounds of men groaning and whispering.

When they got in Moscow had to hold his breath as the stench of blood, decay and death filled the building's halls. The men here are all suffering and the medics were all scrambling around trying to help with complicated wounds they were not equipped for. He knew there were not enough beds, supplies, and nurses. He had even heard the stories but, being here was different. Their people were giving up their lives to save their land and serve them.

As they continued to move, a doctor finally met them. He wore a blood stained apron and no gloves. He said that he was the head doctor here and that both anthropomorphs were resting in the bomb shelter area. Soviet asked if Russia was as ill as they had heard. “The wound was infected but the treatments have been effective so far. They both need more antibiotic sulfonamide powder and better heating.”

Soviet nodded saying that there were new medical supplies that had come in. It had antibiotics and more blankets. “Perhaps but the soldiers have already turned against some of the people here. Children are begging, families are being torn apart, and more are dying to starvation.”

Soviet shook his head before saying, “Everyone here has not left. They will hope just like I do. Help will continue as long as they stand their ground.”

Moscow would have been surprised but the people needed hope to keep going. The men could not afford to lose momentum which meant remaining unbothered by the effects of the war. Their patriotism would keep them in line. Sighing softly Moscow continued to follow the Doctor until they heard something. “Watch it!”

The voice was loud, english, and had a distinct accent. Most Russians didn’t know the specific language but it was American English for sure. Moscow almost smiled but was still waiting to hear Russia’s voice amongst the whispers. Before he hears anything else the doctor stops walking and pauses at a door. Turning to us he says, “Russia is in here. He might be sleeping but likely not with the American there.”

Soviet was about to say something when the doctor opened the door. Inside they both see Lone Star glaring at a doctor and Russia laying in a bed beside him looking blankly at the situation. Before either of the men could notice them Soviet said, “Russia?”

Russia turns quickly towards them with wide eyes before groaning in response because of moving too quickly. Soviet moves toward him as Moscow can only stare and absorb the scene in front of him. They both were alive and had been cleaned up. Russia had to lean on some pillows to sit up and talk to his father, who for once, moved to hold him. Texas on the other hand was getting his bandages changed and was not happy about it.

When Moscow went to look around the room more thoroughly he saw the floor was well kept, there was a potbelly stove in the corner, and another doctor using hot water to clean what he guessed were surgical tools. The beds had large wool blankets stacked on one another covering both of their lower bodies. White Stone turned his head away when he looked at Texas only to see the wound getting stitched up on his left side.

Moscow was not particularly squeamish but it always was unsettling to see someone literally get put back together. Looking back at him he can see that Texas was now slightly smiling at him. Before Texas could say anything he literally hisses at the doctor who is now wrapping the wound. The doctor beside him seems less than pleased about Texas constantly moving. Moscow almost finds this funny enough to smile at his antics.

Moving forward he turned his attention to Texas nodding his head before sitting on the other side of Russia. Russia had buried his face in his father’s chest. Neither of them could see the extent of his injuries, but the way he flinched made it clear how bad it was. Soviet looked up at the Doctors and nurses in the room before saying, “I want all of you out.”

Moscow watched as they all abandoned their tasks in order to leave faster. It was always interesting seeing them follow their orders so quickly. He turned towards Soviet about to ask what he needed, then Soviet said, “That means you too, American.”

Texas almost looked surprised but after a moment he got out of the blankets and left the room. Moscow noted that Texas had his arm in a sling and based on what he saw earlier his shoulder was likely broken. Turning his attention back to Russia and USSR he wondered if he wanted grieving privacy or something else. Soviet, as if he had read his mind, stated he wanted him to go talk to the soldiers. Moscow looked at Russia for a moment before nodding and making his way to the door. The two doctors and Moscow’s men were outside waiting in the hall. The capital hoped that Russia would give Texas some mercy. He also hoped that Texas would keep himself civil for everyone’s sake.

Looking around he notices that Texas is no were to be found. Moscow kept walking through the makeshift hospital. It's not like he would be hard to spot, so why is he nowhere in sight. Moscow started to walk a little faster, starting to look around more frantically. Then he saw him.

He was talking to someone. They were only under one blanket and they were quite skinny. As he got closer he could see that the man was a little shocked. Once Moscow got to them the man stiffened at the sight of him before trying to salute. Moscow shook his head before saying, “No need for that. Now why are you talking to him, Texas?”

“This is Dmitri, he helped me navigate the woods and helped feed us. Your people are good hikers even in these temperatures.” Texas said loudly, smiling wide at him.

Moscow nodded before asking where he was from and how he got here. The soldier told his story. How his family had run, the fact that people were starving around them, him getting enlisted to the army, being overrun at Kiev, his time in the brutal camp, and Texas finding them. “We walked for days and used snow and moss to drink. We killed any animal we could get our hands on. Then we ran into some German scouts.”

He said that Texas was good with horses and had made a mad dash for the base after Russia almost fell over. “How is Russia doing?”

Moscow simply said he was recovering. Texas nodded enthusiastically saying that he was a fighter. Moscow wanted to cringe at how loudly Texas spoke but kept his face neutral. After three chatted a little more Moscow managed to pull him away.

In the time he had seen him he wouldn’t have been able to tell that Texas was a chatty person. He seemed shy even when they talked alone that night. His voice was still a little louder than the average Russian, but not like this. Texas seemed almost excited as he led Moscow to each of the men and heard their stories. When they told of how they survived or had to teach the American something he smiled at them.

Moscow thought it was strange. Texas nodded his head at doctors, smiled at men who were helping move patients, and asked what he could do for the injured men. Most people looked at him as if he were crazy before telling him to go rest. Moscow could tell they were only answering because he was there. Most of his people were not so accepting of outsiders.

Moscow was also still trying to process what he was looking at. The capital could only compare Texas interactions to D.C’s and American’s stiff greetings with their people. Why was Texas being nice? Was this his way of trying to be accepted by the masses so he could stay?

After a few more weird looks Moscow grabbed Texas and led him back to the hallway. Moscow had interviewed all the men and needed to report back anyway. Once they were there, Moscow could see a new set of doctors who were talking to the nurses with the still uncleaned medical supplies farther down the hall. Moscow turned his attention to the state saying, “We don't know each other so don't follow me.”

Texas nodded before stepping back and leaning on the solid concrete wall behind him. Moscow sighed before knocking on the door. “Come in.”

Moscow opened the door to see Soviet standing at the foot of Russia's bed. The young man looked over, looking slightly wary of him as he entered. “What have you found?”