I hung up the phone with Briton. He would tell the others. After all, they were part of this plan as well. If we were going towin this war we would have to be prepared. After all, I had no doubts this would result in war.<br/><br/>I thought of the First World War. I had done well then, and I trusted the men running my country to do well now. Things had changed though. Tanks had replaced horses, and mechanized warfare had taken over, leaving us with the lower hand. England had powerful tanks, but Germany's full wrath had yet to be seen.<br/><br/>I shuddered at the thought of who our guinea pig would be.<br/><br/>"First see if Germany will live up to his word..." I mumbled, less than optimistic. If Germany attacked Poland, I was next. Sharing a border with a military superpower was not a good thing when said military superpower was wanted revenge for being split in two in the last world war.<br/><br/>At the very least we had the plan England had just informed me of. It wasn't so much a plan as a formal announcement. France, England, China, America and Canada would declare war if Germany did not withdraw his troops from Poland. It was a clear divide across the map, the largest nations battling in cold blood.<br/><br/>I ran over my defences. I had my army, consiting of tanks, infanty and various aircraft. I had protection from Germany's tanks in the form of the Ardennes forest in Belgium. Tanks would become stuck in it's heavy trees. Infanty would have sufficiant cover there however.<br/><br/>I inwardly scolded myself. How could I be thinking of defense before offence? I didn't even know if defence would be required...though it was barely a hope that I wouldn't. My job was to invade Germany after Poland had fallen. I couldn't say her name. I couldn't even think it. My lips moved, but my throut dried out at her name.<span style="font-style: italic">Felka</span>. Poland's passing would provide a unique opportunity for the Allies. That was the name for us I suppose. An English word, but one I would not dispute. The Allies. It sounded strong, but a word cannot describe a nation. Even less so for many nations.<br/><br/>I began to lull into a calm state, one of those insane moments before the storm where you feel safe and secure, knowing the walls may fall apart, but that everyone inside will stand strong. This is the hope anyways. A shrill screech from the telephone rang in my ears again. "Qui? What?" I snapped, my heart pounding from the sreaming noise. My mouth hung open as I heard a voice on the other end explain the recent developments. Lithuania...had...left? Abandoned Poland. He, out of all people, was the last person I would expect to turn on Felka now...Felka. She must be feeling so alone, but until Germany made his first move, none of us could declare war...or we would be taken out first. Once again, the old black and gold phone with the worn dial went silent.<br/><br/>I shuddered. When would it begin?<span style="font-style: italic">This waiting is worse than what will come</span>I thought grimly. My mind imidiatly corrected me. This is only a<span style="font-style: italic">taste</span>of what is to come. Germany would assure that. The slow tick of a large grandfather clock chimed 3am. I huddled on my couch, hold a galss of red wine, and watching it spill as my head fell forward, my sleepy eyes closing. I supposed sleep would bring escape from the madness...and I couldn't have been more wrong.<br/><br/>Battles from the the First World War replayed in my mind, but everything went wrong. Soldiers didn't hear their orders to halt an attack, and plunged into an ambush. Young men were gunned down and snipers with long, crude rifles fired shots into everything that moved. Prussia's screams echoed through it all, the sounds of a nation being destroyed.<br/><br/>I woke up on the floor, screaming. Cold sweat held me in it's clammy hands. "Only a dream Fracienne...only a dream." I mumbled, rubbing some life back into my stiff limbs. But some part of my mind still lost in the nightmare yelled back, screaming my fears back into my face.<span style="font-style: italic">Not a dream. Felka will die. You will die. Who can resist the power of Russia and Germany? Japan and North Italy? Who can keep back death?</span>My own voice answered, against the will of my sanity. "No one."