Placeholder for an upcoming politically inaccurate, unnecessarily long fill consisting of guns, nuclear warheads, foreign policies, cutting of diplomatic ties, security concerns, and action. China is a villain. Of course, your mileage may vary.
Views expressed in the fic aren't necessarily my own beliefs.
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [Pre/?]
anonymous
January 17 2011, 18:13:13 UTC
When Truman gave the executive order to drop Y-1852 over the city of Hiroshima, the unprecedented consequences of America's action took everyone by surprise. What came next was the disgust and horror, rushing in like blood into a numb limb.
To say that America was completely shocked by the extent of the damage was a lie. It was simply, war. He expected the burnt mutilation on Japan's back, had expected Soviet Union's change in stance, the stiff upper lips and condemning gazes of the other nations. He had expected the hatred in the Asian country's eyes as he stood stoically opposite of him when the Instrument of Surrender was signed.
However blurred his memory, he remembered Japan's pristine white uniform and shaking hands, fisted to his sides so hard that his skin turned white, and expression impassive as MacArthur and Shigemitsu raised their pens.
After the Supreme Commander, the other representatives of the Allied Powers took their turns to acknowledge the surrender with their own signatures. United States was first, Soviet was
( ... )
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [1A/?]
anonymous
January 17 2011, 18:21:25 UTC
x
2026
x
x
Russia stared at his friend - could it even be called that, even now? - his face barely masking the disbelief he felt over the proposal laid out on the table in front of him, and at the words echoing in his mind from their previous discussions. China, on the other hand, looked expectant as he continued with his explanation, voice filled with confidence that he disturbingly had, confidence his planning would work.
"I have already gathered allies. The ones around me, I have, ah, made sure of their commitment. All that is left is for you to join."
"How long have you been…"
"That does not matter."
That means that it has been a long while now. Russia looked down at the papers, buying time to sort out the mess in front of him as he laced his fingers together. Military plans, where to strike, where to hurt marked by horrible x's where China wanted to strike marring the map of a certain North American country.
His voice was heavy. "I am to be understanding... You wish to wage war against Amerika."
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [1B/?]
anonymous
January 17 2011, 18:24:39 UTC
It was only natural that his paranoia grew, for him to have leaders which spoke of domination to protect China's interests.
His paranoia grew in folds as his economists and academics told him he was in decline. What if the others knew? What if they already knew, and planned to bring him under their control again as they have so often when he was vulnerable? It was all the worse with the constant, dull pain in his body that spoke of regional competition, unrest, and conflict. His own central government was already struggling to hold on.
Though he would never admit such a thing, China was breaking apart. Then he knew that he had to - needed - to strike first.
So what better way to distract his dissidents with a war? A war where he was certain to win, as the ones with the ability to strike have already reduced the size of their armaments so small that it was negligible against his own arsenal. If they shot him back, he would only need to shoot those missiles down.
He had enough intelligence, technology, resources - to know what to do.
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [1C/?]
anonymous
January 17 2011, 18:31:12 UTC
"... I will take my leave. My final answer is no." Russia started to walk away, away from the madman seething at him in the same room, away from this madness to - warn America about the impending danger, because it was the least he could do. He wished no harm to come down upon the North American, because he did not want to see his own children harmed. There was a flash, inside his mind, of what it would be like if China succeeded. Chaos and pain which knew no boundaries.
Russia withdrew his phone when he was safely in the hallway, rushing to dial the only number in his phone which mattered. There was only one ring, before the line cleared and -
"Russia, I swear to God I will kill you. I will kill you."
The response to his call made Ivan still. Yao could not -
He could not have already -
He swore.
"No, please, Amerika, it is not me. Listen to me; you need to be listening, p -" Russia quickened his steps, sick in his mind and sick in his stomach as he tried to get away, suddenly hyperaware of what horrors nuclear entailed. China has
( ... )
Re: Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [1C/?]
anonymous
January 17 2011, 19:43:39 UTC
Woah. WOAH. Dude, this is instense and it's only the first part and omg I can't wait to see the next part. Uh, China does realize that the US has a ton of nukes, right? Even ten years into the future I can't see it changing that much, since we currently have more than enough to destroy basically all human life. If China nukes the US that would also probably devastate the rest of the Americas because of fallout and nuclear winter. There's actually some maps up showing how nuclear fallout would probably fall based on winds and such. Then again as Russia said, China has to be insane. I wonder who China's allies are... Maybe some of the African countries? They're pretty tied in to each others economies right now, tho I can't really see any of them being a major military power any time soon... I don't know what Chinese relations are like in the Middle East... Well, as I said, I can't wait for the next part!
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [2A/?]
anonymous
January 22 2011, 15:42:05 UTC
x
x
two hours earlier.
x
x
If America had any idea of what would transpire in the next two hours, he would've paid more attention to the trees dotting the scenery, beautiful variations of green contrasting with their flowers, combining to create such a beautiful harmony. He would commit the sight of his monuments against the background of perpetual peace to his memory forever. The blue sky seemed to be endless, reflecting his own eyes - and it would be a long time until it would do so again. The children, his people; the careless smiles on their faces.
If he had any idea that it wouldn't be the norm anymore, he would have paused.
If he knew -
"What's the situation?"
- he wouldn't be buried in papers, wondering what China's intentions were, surrounded by political elites, defense analysts and policy makers. The President was busy discussing with the Secretary of Defense about possible actions to take against the gradual isolationism adopted by China recently - at least, the recent policy of making limited contact with the United
( ... )
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [2B/?]
anonymous
January 22 2011, 15:48:14 UTC
He felt tired.
Recently, Europe has been in disarray with an increasing problem of a declining population on top of the volatile Euro, wreaking havoc and bringing up unrest in parts of Germany, Turkey and Poland who found themselves more often than not as the ones who had to bail out the others. Russia was becoming an increasingly sought-after beneficiary to pump in capital into the region, gaining more ground especially with their wealth of natural resources.
If he felt like being optimistic, America thought about their relations, which warmed considerably once he reasoned with himself that his and Ivan's objectives didn't naturally overlap. They went their separate ways, forgoing close partnership in order to concentrate in their own affairs. He stopped expecting too much from Moscow. It paid off with limited but worthwhile progress, more than he could ever achieve if he continued with his counter-productive overreactions a decade ago.
Still.
It was nothing compared to the partnership of Russia and China, which left a bitter taste
( ... )
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [2C/?]
anonymous
January 22 2011, 15:54:25 UTC
"Mr. President. There's something in the airspace. The satellites picked up a missile launch that came from Russia."
- to launch everything into turmoil.
America jumped to his feet, exhaustion completely forgotten amid the calamity which gripped the room. "What?"
"It's an ICBM about the size of the Minuteman. We can't determine for now where it's coming from exactly, but it's approximately 700 miles east of Moscow. It's flying over the Volga and crossing over Europe as we speak."
"Where… Where is it headed? Is it aiming any of the NATO states?"
"With that kind of speed and velocity, it's unlikely they're targeting any of those states, unless… Unless if you're counting us."
In that moment, America felt something grip his heart.
"W… What…?" he asked weakly, unable to think.
His President was wrapped in a facade of calmness as he took over the questioning and processed the information, but it contrasted with the way he leaned heavily against the table, steadying himself. "Are - are you sure about this?"
Control Decay - RussiaAmerica, Future [2D/?]
anonymous
January 22 2011, 15:59:02 UTC
"Mr. President?"
"White. You've been briefed on all the possible ways to respond to such an attack. Even if it still originated from Russia, we can't be too sure if it is the government, or a terrorist group hellbent on causing a nuclear war. We aren't even sure if it's Russian at all."
"I agree. And there is only one missile launched, which might be simply a… Precursor of what is to come. For now, we should focus on interception ASAP. To the best of my knowledge the sooner the better, then we can minimize damage."
"While it's still flying over Europe?" one of the staff murmured, one of the few who weren't hyperventilating.
"Yes. There's still time for Israel to use the Arrow system."
America hesitated. "We can't do that without letting the fallout hit the region. Even if it doesn't explode, the debris has a chance falling into somewhere we don't want it to," he admitted.
"Never mind that. Once the booster falls off it's going to be goddamned difficult to detect that thing until reentry. Where's that going to leave us, boy?"
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Placeholder for an upcoming politically inaccurate, unnecessarily long fill consisting of guns, nuclear warheads, foreign policies, cutting of diplomatic ties, security concerns, and action. China is a villain. Of course, your mileage may vary.
Views expressed in the fic aren't necessarily my own beliefs.
Set in the year 2026.
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When Truman gave the executive order to drop Y-1852 over the city of Hiroshima, the unprecedented consequences of America's action took everyone by surprise. What came next was the disgust and horror, rushing in like blood into a numb limb.
To say that America was completely shocked by the extent of the damage was a lie. It was simply, war. He expected the burnt mutilation on Japan's back, had expected Soviet Union's change in stance, the stiff upper lips and condemning gazes of the other nations. He had expected the hatred in the Asian country's eyes as he stood stoically opposite of him when the Instrument of Surrender was signed.
However blurred his memory, he remembered Japan's pristine white uniform and shaking hands, fisted to his sides so hard that his skin turned white, and expression impassive as MacArthur and Shigemitsu raised their pens.
After the Supreme Commander, the other representatives of the Allied Powers took their turns to acknowledge the surrender with their own signatures. United States was first, Soviet was ( ... )
Reply
x
2026
x
x
Russia stared at his friend - could it even be called that, even now? - his face barely masking the disbelief he felt over the proposal laid out on the table in front of him, and at the words echoing in his mind from their previous discussions. China, on the other hand, looked expectant as he continued with his explanation, voice filled with confidence that he disturbingly had, confidence his planning would work.
"I have already gathered allies. The ones around me, I have, ah, made sure of their commitment. All that is left is for you to join."
"How long have you been…"
"That does not matter."
That means that it has been a long while now. Russia looked down at the papers, buying time to sort out the mess in front of him as he laced his fingers together. Military plans, where to strike, where to hurt marked by horrible x's where China wanted to strike marring the map of a certain North American country.
His voice was heavy. "I am to be understanding... You wish to wage war against Amerika."
"It is not a wish. I will do it," ( ... )
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It was only natural that his paranoia grew, for him to have leaders which spoke of domination to protect China's interests.
His paranoia grew in folds as his economists and academics told him he was in decline. What if the others knew? What if they already knew, and planned to bring him under their control again as they have so often when he was vulnerable? It was all the worse with the constant, dull pain in his body that spoke of regional competition, unrest, and conflict. His own central government was already struggling to hold on.
Though he would never admit such a thing, China was breaking apart. Then he knew that he had to - needed - to strike first.
So what better way to distract his dissidents with a war? A war where he was certain to win, as the ones with the ability to strike have already reduced the size of their armaments so small that it was negligible against his own arsenal. If they shot him back, he would only need to shoot those missiles down.
He had enough intelligence, technology, resources - to know what to do.
( ... )
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"... I will take my leave. My final answer is no." Russia started to walk away, away from the madman seething at him in the same room, away from this madness to - warn America about the impending danger, because it was the least he could do. He wished no harm to come down upon the North American, because he did not want to see his own children harmed. There was a flash, inside his mind, of what it would be like if China succeeded. Chaos and pain which knew no boundaries.
Russia withdrew his phone when he was safely in the hallway, rushing to dial the only number in his phone which mattered. There was only one ring, before the line cleared and -
"Russia, I swear to God I will kill you. I will kill you."
The response to his call made Ivan still. Yao could not -
He could not have already -
He swore.
"No, please, Amerika, it is not me. Listen to me; you need to be listening, p -" Russia quickened his steps, sick in his mind and sick in his stomach as he tried to get away, suddenly hyperaware of what horrors nuclear entailed. China has ( ... )
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Uh, China does realize that the US has a ton of nukes, right? Even ten years into the future I can't see it changing that much, since we currently have more than enough to destroy basically all human life. If China nukes the US that would also probably devastate the rest of the Americas because of fallout and nuclear winter. There's actually some maps up showing how nuclear fallout would probably fall based on winds and such. Then again as Russia said, China has to be insane.
I wonder who China's allies are... Maybe some of the African countries? They're pretty tied in to each others economies right now, tho I can't really see any of them being a major military power any time soon... I don't know what Chinese relations are like in the Middle East...
Well, as I said, I can't wait for the next part!
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*cough* E-excuse me... *slinks back into lurkerdom*
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HEY BRO
Is it bad that I laughed at this part?
"You see my economy! So big and so large!"
C: sorry, couldn't help it.
CARRY ON.
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*cough* Ok, I now have a new favorite fill I need to be obsessed over. Thanks a lot author-anon. XD
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x
x
two hours earlier.
x
x
If America had any idea of what would transpire in the next two hours, he would've paid more attention to the trees dotting the scenery, beautiful variations of green contrasting with their flowers, combining to create such a beautiful harmony. He would commit the sight of his monuments against the background of perpetual peace to his memory forever. The blue sky seemed to be endless, reflecting his own eyes - and it would be a long time until it would do so again. The children, his people; the careless smiles on their faces.
If he had any idea that it wouldn't be the norm anymore, he would have paused.
If he knew -
"What's the situation?"
- he wouldn't be buried in papers, wondering what China's intentions were, surrounded by political elites, defense analysts and policy makers. The President was busy discussing with the Secretary of Defense about possible actions to take against the gradual isolationism adopted by China recently - at least, the recent policy of making limited contact with the United ( ... )
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He felt tired.
Recently, Europe has been in disarray with an increasing problem of a declining population on top of the volatile Euro, wreaking havoc and bringing up unrest in parts of Germany, Turkey and Poland who found themselves more often than not as the ones who had to bail out the others. Russia was becoming an increasingly sought-after beneficiary to pump in capital into the region, gaining more ground especially with their wealth of natural resources.
If he felt like being optimistic, America thought about their relations, which warmed considerably once he reasoned with himself that his and Ivan's objectives didn't naturally overlap. They went their separate ways, forgoing close partnership in order to concentrate in their own affairs. He stopped expecting too much from Moscow. It paid off with limited but worthwhile progress, more than he could ever achieve if he continued with his counter-productive overreactions a decade ago.
Still.
It was nothing compared to the partnership of Russia and China, which left a bitter taste ( ... )
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"Mr. President. There's something in the airspace. The satellites picked up a missile launch that came from Russia."
- to launch everything into turmoil.
America jumped to his feet, exhaustion completely forgotten amid the calamity which gripped the room. "What?"
"It's an ICBM about the size of the Minuteman. We can't determine for now where it's coming from exactly, but it's approximately 700 miles east of Moscow. It's flying over the Volga and crossing over Europe as we speak."
"Where… Where is it headed? Is it aiming any of the NATO states?"
"With that kind of speed and velocity, it's unlikely they're targeting any of those states, unless… Unless if you're counting us."
In that moment, America felt something grip his heart.
"W… What…?" he asked weakly, unable to think.
His President was wrapped in a facade of calmness as he took over the questioning and processed the information, but it contrasted with the way he leaned heavily against the table, steadying himself. "Are - are you sure about this?"
"I… I wish I was lying, sir." Her ( ... )
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"Mr. President?"
"White. You've been briefed on all the possible ways to respond to such an attack. Even if it still originated from Russia, we can't be too sure if it is the government, or a terrorist group hellbent on causing a nuclear war. We aren't even sure if it's Russian at all."
"I agree. And there is only one missile launched, which might be simply a… Precursor of what is to come. For now, we should focus on interception ASAP. To the best of my knowledge the sooner the better, then we can minimize damage."
"While it's still flying over Europe?" one of the staff murmured, one of the few who weren't hyperventilating.
"Yes. There's still time for Israel to use the Arrow system."
America hesitated. "We can't do that without letting the fallout hit the region. Even if it doesn't explode, the debris has a chance falling into somewhere we don't want it to," he admitted.
"Never mind that. Once the booster falls off it's going to be goddamned difficult to detect that thing until reentry. Where's that going to leave us, boy?"
"You ( ... )
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