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Secrecy and Deception Chapter 9

Tensions (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Event: Communist Takeover of Czechoslovakia

Location: Prague, Czechoslovak Republic

Date: February 25, 1948

Czechoslovakia should have seen this coming. She had been trying to stop it. But she guessed…maybe she thought she could avoid it, that now that things were healing and the war had been over for three years, Soviet would leave the rest of them alone.

Czechoslovakia was wrong.

Her only bit of relief now was that the Red Army hadn’t invaded. But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t. They might. Czechoslovakia wouldn’t put it past that power-hungry child.

She sighed, head in hand. Hindsight allowed her to see all the warnings, the red flags she ignored. It made her feel like such an idiot. Czechoslovakia survived the most devastating war in her history, and she didn’t even notice that her people were turning against her and planning to overthrow her government.

How didn't she notice all the demonstrations and the anti-communist purges in the police, how didn't she notice?

Or maybe she just didn’t want to. Perhaps she just let herself be blind so she could have a delusion of peace.

Czechoslovakia wasn’t sure which idea she liked better, which one made her feel less like a failure. She knew that government changes and political party changes were a part of life as a country, but she had seen what happened to Poland and what would happen to the others. Communist countries ended up under the Soviet Union’s influence.

Czechoslovakia guessed she was lucky, at the end of the day, that President Beneš signed away his power. Without the Red Army overthrowing her government, hopefully, that means she could stay out of his control, for the most part.

Hopefully.

Czechoslovakia stared out her window, displaying a partial view of her capital city. It didn’t look different. The same flag still flew, the same buildings still stood, and no foreign army was occupying it.

Nothing about her city from a physical sense had changed. It didn’t look different.

It just felt different.

That was more terrifying than anything else. Physical changes can be seen, fixed, and their effects are known.

Political changes aren’t like that.

Who knew what was about to change, aside from a brief idea of everything?

Czechoslovakia stood up and walked out of the room. She needed to walk off her stress.

Things were changing. For better or for worse, who knew?

Once again, Czechoslovakia was just along for the ride.

Who knew when she would be in control again?

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Event: Brussels Pact

Location: Brussels, Province of Brabant, Kingdom of Belgium

Date: March 17, 1948

Treaty signings. A symbol of unity, of peace, or strength, and in some ways, a psychological contest between names. With the signing of this treaty, an expansion of Britain and France’s Dunkirk Treaty, Western Europe would have a new organization to help protect and serve its nations. After all, one of the main goals of the Western Union was to help protect Western Europe from communism.

None of them wanted to end up like Czechoslovakia. It had been 21 days since she got her new communist government, and no one had seen or heard her since that day. There were some rumors that Russia had been seen in her nation, but nothing had been confirmed. All they’ve heard from her government is that she was safe, and Soviet had backed those claims.

It made many people nervous. Why was Soviet apparently allowed to see Czechoslovakia, but no other was?

Soviet wasn't fooling anyone; honestly, he was either an idiot or not trying to hide it. But frankly, by his attitude, Belgium genuinely thought that Soviet thought he was subtle, even though his true subtlety was about as subtle as the French Revolution.

But despite the Western Union’s purpose, this meeting was not supposed to be a gossip session about Soviet and his little communists. It was about protecting themselves from aggressive nations who threatened their sovereignty.

“Thank you again for hosting this signing, Belgium. I'm glad to see the rebuilding of your country is going well,” Britain said as he walked into the building. Belgium smiled, trying to hold back a laugh at his accent.

No matter how long the man had known French, he still spoke it with such a funny accent. Belgium thought it was a habit, something he had done to annoy France back when they were enemies and not whatever they are now.

This theory is only strengthened when you see France’s semi-horrified stare from down the hallway. Vader just looked like he was trying not to laugh, and his brother, Belgium’s Oncle Luxembourg, just rolled his eyes as he bounced on his heels and fiddled with his hands. Her Oncle was not a man who could stay still.

“Thank you, Britain. I hope your rebuilding is going well, too.” Belgium said politely, gesturing for him to join them in the building. She followed the four countries to the room, where she was quick to sit down, rubbing at her legs as she did so. They had been weak, sore, and sometimes painful to stand on ever since Germany took over her land. Belgium had done a decent job at hiding the weakness, but she was afraid her legs would collapse from under her someday.

Belgium didn’t understand how Ireland was okay with being so open with one of his biggest weaknesses, the fact that he was almost unable to read due to the variety of blindness in both of his eyes and the fact that England had left him crippled.

It was a dangerous situation. But he wasn’t that used to being a nation, Belgium presumed. After all, Belgium believed this was his first time being an independent country.

“Thank you all for coming and helping to create this organization. I hope your rebuilding is going well, and that you can all remain free and away from Soviet’s influence.” Belgium began. Despite being family with most of the nations here, she was still the youngest, and she wanted to make a good impression. She had begun hearing some ‘jokes’ about how she was incompetent and only worked as a doormat into France for the Germans as if she didn’t hold off German Empire during World War One, as if she wasn't a colonial power.

Belgium wasn't Britain or France, but she was still a powerful nation. She just had assholes for neighbors.

“Please, Belgique, who do you think we are? We aren’t like those baby nations in Eastern Europe. We are much more experienced and stable. We won’t fall to Soviet. I mean, who do you think we are?” France said, reminding everyone of their deep desire to render her unable to speak.

“People who wish they weren’t related to you and Britain. Congratulations on being the only non-relative here! I wish it could be me.” Oncle Luxembourg said sarcastically, causing Britain to let out a little laugh as France glared at him.

“You know, my kinda foster dad was in a relationship with France’s mother for at least a hundred years. That might make me in some way connected to his hellish family.” He said. Belgium sighed, placing her head in her hands. Why did her uncle always get us so off track? Even accidentally, it was so common. Oncle Luxembourg blinked.

“What the fuck?” He said bluntly. Belgium rolled her eyes. That man really needs to learn that he reaps what he sows.

“I hate this continent.” France chipped in despite the fact that her family is one of Europe’s main problems.

“The French really get around, don't they?” Vader then added, causing everyone to groan, especially Oncle Luxembourg, who really wasn’t interested in hearing about his Mom’s sex life.

“Can we please just sign this treaty?” Belgium said, cutting through the off-topic conversations. Everyone quieted down, and France looked a bit embarrassed, but she was hard to read, so Belgium wasn’t sure.

“Right, sorry, Belgium,” Britain said, straightening the cuffs of his shirt.

“And before we sign this, because I know France will bitch about it for the rest of time, none of you have any last-minute changes or complaints because if you do speak now so I don't have to hear you complain for the rest of my life,” Belgium said. While Oncle Luxembourg did begin tapping his feet on the ground, the shoes making sharp clicks against the wooden floor, no complaints were raised. Belgium let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay then,” she said, pulling out a pen, “I’ll start passing the treaty around.”

Belgium then signed her name before sliding the document over to Vader, who signed his name. Belgium readjusted herself in her seat, taking care not to move her legs that much, knowing what would happen to her.

Another child. Thankfully, unlike Congo Free State and Ruanda-Urundi, this child was an organization, born older and not really parented unless one country basically controlled the entire organization. So, Belgium would get fewer duties in that department.

But still, as France became the last country to sign the treaty, she couldn’t help feeling a sense of foreboding.

Conflict wasn’t over yet, and Western Union would be witness to that.

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Event: Economic Recovery Act of 1948 (AKA The Marshall Plan)

Location: Washington, District of Columbia, United States of America

Date: April 3, 1948

“You really do take after your father.” America heard Virginia say from behind him. He let out a slow exhale, trying to avoid the knee-jerk reaction that he had to that statement. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in public.

Maybe that’s why his kids enjoyed making that comment in Congress.

“Making you look crazy is part of our job description,” Unorganized Territory said from within his mind, really sealing the deal on her statement.

“What are you referring to this time, Gin?” America asked.

“Funding Europe and giving everyone money. At least there’s a difference in why you are doing it. You aren’t trying to bribe them into working against your enemies.”

“Soviet’s not going to accept any help, and he’s probably going to make sure the countries he influences over will deny it,” America said. It was honestly disappointing that he would do that. America didn't like him…but the other nations deserved more of a say. And they still deserved aid.

“Not even assholes deserve to suffer. Though few, yourself included, see it that.” James commented with a dig America did his best to ignore.

“Do you think you’re at fault for them not getting aid since you gave the Soviet Union that power?” Rebecca asked.

Maybe. America owed it to Poland to give him aid after kind of betraying his father, although his father was still alive and living in London as a government in exile. The same is true for many former countries from now Soviet-controlled or influenced areas: a Ukrainian one, a Belarusian one, a Georgian one, and maybe more America didn't know.

“Hatred of you?” Virginia asked, bringing America back into their conversation. America shook his head.

“Pride, stubbornness, a need for control, and a desire to feel powerful—take your pick,” he answered. Virginia sighed.

“He’s going to get himself killed someday with that attitude. You’re slightly better, but you still have me, my siblings, James, and all the others up there to keep you from getting too big of a head. But if that fails, we can always just get Hawaii to kick your ass.” Virginia said, amusement in her tone as she said the last sentences.

“Thanks, Gin,” America said dully. She just smiled.

“No problem, Dad. Now you and Dee can have fun with politics. I need to go do some very legal things involving my neighbors,” Virginia said, her tone suggesting that the things were illegal.

“No murder,” America said. He had to set some kind of bar.

“Who do you think I am, Texas? I’ve never once killed a man outside of war.” Virginia said.

“What about a woman?” America asked, taking the opportunity to be cheeky. It was fun. Virginia looked at me in exaggerated shock.

“I plead the fifth.” And with those final words, she vanished.

I can’t believe that was one of my non-dramatic daughters.

“I can. Your father likes theater. It runs in your veins,” Caleb joked.

“Finally!” America then heard DC say. He sighed and walked to her.

“It wasn’t that long.” America insisted.

“You still delayed things,” DC answered. He snorted.

“It’s the signing of a bill. They don't need me or you there for that.”

“Yeah, but they like parading us around.”

“At least we aren’t a monarchy. Those poor folks get paraded around a lot more than us.” DC pointed out. America fought down a snicker, knowing that many nations hated being paraded around and ended up looking like angry cats in fancy clothes.

Especially Scotland and England. Of course, that was helped by the fact that they were actually cats.

“Lions, technically,” Rebecca said.

“That’s still a cat!” Caleb protested.

“That's one of the main reasons I declared independence, Dee,” America stated, biting back a yawn. He could nap after this.

“Are you still tired? I thought your sleeping issues were getting better. Is it the nigh—” DC began. America cut her off, not wanting to talk about the nightmares that had been haunting him since the war.

“No! I mean, no, it’s not. I'm fine.” America said. DC gave him a skeptical look and sighed.

“Go home and sleep some dad.” She said. America shook his head.

“I can’t…I need to be there.” America argued.

“Please, what are they going to do? Fire you? Go to bed,” DC said. America sighed. He didn't want to miss this; President Truman asked for him to be there…but…

“I can’t. I’ll be fine. I’ve gone longer without sleep.” America insisted, hoping DC didn’t keep trying to question him. DC didn't say anything else and just gave him a sad look.

America tried to ignore how they made him feel guilty.

He was okay.

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Secrecy and Deception Chapter 21

Warsaw Pact (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Bold is Russian or Polish, depending on the context.

Event: The Creation of the Warsaw Pact

Location: Warsaw, Polish People's Republic

Date: May 14, 1955

Kazimiera was nervous about the idea of the Treaty of Friendship, Cooperation and Mutual Assistance. She knew all the reasons that had been given for it, of course, the integration of West Germany into NATO, the USSR’s failure to join NATO himself, and the fear that the power of the West might be turned against him.

He wasn’t the only one, as Czecksolvakia’s leaders had already made a security pact with Poland and East Germany. But this was different. This was the USSR doing this, the USSR, who already had an armed presence in her country and political control and domination.

She had been trying her best to protect Poland from as much of it as she could, but some days, it seemed like an impossible task, with the USSR’s noose tightening around them.

“Poland thinks that he’ll be pulled into control when the Warsaw Treaty Organization is born,” Lechosław added, having moved closer to Kazimiera from where he had been in their mind’s world talking to Poland.

“Wioletta and Kazimiera can keep him away. They’ve done it before when the USSR tries to control him,” Kazmiera’s best friend, Piotr, said, sounding more confident than Kazmiera felt. She often tried to keep Poland away from control of their body when the USSR was around, as that man always seemed to do his best to destroy any sense of self Poland had. They learned long ago that it was better to pretend they loved their so-called Father and let the resentment grow.

��I’m just worried for him. We all know this is going to be used as another way to control us, and…Poland is worried,” Lechosław said. Kazmiera could practically hear him shaking his head.

“He has every right to be, but now is not the time,” she murmured, an expert in keeping her voice low and quiet as the USSR’s puppets began to enter the room. Beside Kazmiera, with a seat between them, East Germany sat down, dark bags drooping under her eyes. As East Germany and Poland were the only ones who were USSR’s biological kids, he always made them side beside him.

Kazmiera supposed it was because USSR thought they were the ones that were easiest to control, less likely to snap free and hurt him. Even with East Germany’s uprising, Kazmiera knew how the countryhuman herself had quickly been neutralized by marital law.

Alongside them, Albania, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, and Romania were also in attendance to sign the treaty. USSR was late.

That didn’t surprise Kazmiera.

Despite that, the room was silent. No one was making any small talk, and a tense fear filled the room. East Germany just stared ahead tiredly, looking as if she might fall asleep at any moment. Albania’s arms were crossed, and he looked particularly pissed off. He was probably the most stubborn country here, which is why he was on the opposite side of the table from the USSR.

Beside him was Hungary, who was just staring at the table, not looking up at anyone. Romania was beside him, squeezing her hands as she stared at the door. Bulgaria stared ahead. There was nothing on his face. Czechoslovakia just seemed tired and defeated.

“Most of them were someone before this,” Wioletta said, something sad in her voice.

Most of them were not here of their own free will. But the idea of free will had been a fleeting notion for a while. Maybe most of them wouldn’t have minded being communist if being communist didn’t come with the price of being under the USSR’s control.

Poland hated being a country in general, though, believing himself to be an imposter created by the USSR and not a real countryhuman due to the survival of his only father, in Kazmiera’s opinion. As long as the Polish government in exile lived, Poland would probably never see himself as more than a puppet.

“It doesn’t help that that is what he was born as. I blame the USSR for this. He has gotten better about it, however,” Lechosław added. Kazmiera then startled as a hand was placed on her head, looking up to see that the USSR had entered.

“Good morning, Father,” she said, careful to keep her voice pleasant, “Welcome to Warsaw.”

“Thank you, my son. I am sorry to have kept you all waiting. I have been busy. Now, I suppose you all have things to get back to. The West’s actions have been worrying us all,” USSR said, taking his seat and signing the treaty. The tension in the room shifted, less fear and nervousness and more of a growing sense of… something.

“Probably a country thing,” Piotr muttered, sounding nervous as USSR passed the treaty to Kazmiera. She sighed slowly, doing her best to mimic Poland’s handwriting, nervousness running through her. As soon as she signed the last ‘a,’ she felt Poland brush against her but not take control.

The power in the air grew stronger.

“I told you he would pull me up,” Poland muttered, sounding defeated.

“It’s okay. Kazmiera is still in control, and you are safe,” Lechosław said as Kazmiera passed the treaty to Bulgaria.

“I might be pulled into control when they’re born,” Poland said, something sad in his voice.

“Isn’t this wonderful? We can affair our desire for the establishment of a system of European security that is based on European participation and not on political systems,” USSR said.

“But we all have the same political system?” Albania asked as he sighed, a faux confusion in his voice. USSR scowled, and Albania’s hand spasmed as he quickly lifted it from the paper. “Apologies, Father. I just wanted to ask.”

“He is going to get hurt,” Wioletta commented. Piotr snorted.

“I don’t think he cares.”

“More will join us someday. They are just trapped in the American-controlled NATO system right now,” USSR insisted. Albania wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Kazmiera, I know you are protecting me, but I think now I need to take control. East Germany is about to sign,” Poland said. Kazmiera didn’t want to, but she relented, sliding away and letting her country take control.

Then, she watched as East Germany sighed, and the Warsaw Pact was born.

“So, the USSR is definitely not going to let Poland have any sort of custody over his kid, right?” Piotr asked.

“He’ll give him enough to keep up any facades,” Lechosław said, fiddling with his hands as they watched the meeting end. Poland barely got time to speak to his daughter before the USSR dragged her away to “meet the politicians running her.”

Kazmiera felt sick. But there was very little she could do.

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Event: Poznań June

Location: Warsaw, Polish People's Republic

Date: June 29, 1956

Poland was worried. He was worried about the protests in Poznań, about what his Father’s reaction to them would be, and what would happen to him if he did not get them under control. He had wanted to go to Poznań when he first heard about them, to see if he could resolve things quickly, but his government had quickly shut that idea down, banning Poland from leaving the city.

“They don’t want to lose control of you. Whatever is happening there, maybe they think you’ll support it?” Ryszard asked, his voice gentle. Poland didn’t know. He knew Soviet officers were going to Poznań to help with the situation, but all he was left to do was worry and pace.

“Will this end up like with what happened to East Germany?” Kazimiera asked. Piotr sighed.

“I hope not. We have enough going out without having to worry about martial law,” he said. Poland shuttered slightly at those words, remembering the times that he—

“Let’s not worry about that, Poland,” Ryszard said, cutting off Poland’s line of thought. Poland nodded before he began pacing around his room, feeling so much like a caged animal. Suddenly, he heard the sound of his door opening, and Poland turned to it, questions on his tongue.

Questions that quickly died when he saw who was standing there.

“Fa—Father.” He stammered out in nervous Russian, “Are you here because of the protests in Poznań?”

“Of course he would come,” Piotr said, anger in his voice.

“We knew it might happen, with what happened in East Germany and how he was there for that,” Ryszard pointed out.

“Of course I am. I wanted to make sure you were safe, and I was so happy to learn that your government has kept you in Warsaw,” Father said, his voice…his voice full of a strange emotion that made Poland panic and shrink in on himself.

“And I’m sure that’s the only reason. Not that you are afraid of losing control of us or anything!” Kazimiera exclaimed.

“They haven’t told me what has been happening in Poznań. Do you know anything?” Poland asked.

“He’s just going to lie,” Ryszard said. Poland knew that, but his father always based his lies on a glimmer of truth to make them more effective. Poland could probably figure out the truth from his lies.

“These protestors are being led by German provocateurs who are attempting to tarnish your reputation during the Poznań International Fair. But there is no need to worry. My people have everything under control. We will not let you end up like Germany, and we will not let America or anyone else from the West take advantage of you,” Father said.

“I knew he was going to bring up East Germany,” Kazimiera hissed, and Poland shrank in on himself further at her anger. “I’m not mad at you, Poland.”

“What are the things they are claiming to be protesting about? If these ‘provocateurs’ are trying to pretend to be Polish, then they must have a reason,” Poland asked. It was a risky question, but it was the only thing he could think of to learn a little more, a little bit of the truth.

But Poland didn’t get an answer. His father just sighed, and По́льша felt his father’s power crash into him.

“That’s not important. It’s nothing that you need to worry about because it’s not important to know what is happening,” Father said. По́льша nodded dimly. His father was right. He didn’t need to worry about that.

“Poland! Snap out of it!” a distant voice echoed from inside his head, causing a great pounding in his skull. По́льша groaned, and his father frowned.

“What is wrong?”

“My head hurts,” По́льша said simply. Father sighed.

“It will go away once we take care of these people. Do you trust me to do that?” Father asked, По́льша nodded.

“Of course I do,” he said. Father smiled.

“Good.”

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Event: Egypt takes control of Suez Canal

Location: Cairo, Arab Republic of Egypt

Date: July 26, 1956

Egypt was taking a day to herself. She knew as soon as President Nasser declared that the British and French company that has controlled the Suez Canal since its construction said countries involved in the company would be doing everything they could to get in contact with her and subsequently yell at her about it.

It’s not like it was her decision.

Even if Egypt did support it.

This was supposed to be a period of decolonization, and yet Egypt was not allowed to control the Suez Canal, the canal that ran through her country? Of course, she was going to nationalize it. This would be huge for her country’s economy.

Britain and France have controlled the Suez Canal since they built it. They were wealthy nations, and they didn’t need the canal. Besides, President Nasser promised to compensate them for the company's loss to ensure that there was no lingering animosity.

Knowing them, Egypt wasn’t sure how much that would help.

Egypt knew that wouldn’t stop them from pretending like they needed the canal to survive, from pretending that this was some great affront to them. She knew they would not be afraid to overthrow her government if they deemed it necessary to keep control.

She hoped they wouldn’t go that far, that things could be resolved peacefully with all three of them speaking for themselves and no one being left out of the solution-making process.

But there was nothing to be done about it now. For now, all Egypt could do was soothe her anxiety and wait for the inevitable storm.

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