Ursa Major (3/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:45:26 UTC
3. Koala Bear
“I am bringing you another present, dear brother,” Ivan says as they descend from the plane and meet the men waiting for them. Their leaders shake hands.
His gift, it turns out, is another tap. Australia grins and holds it close, like a child with a sunflower. “Thank you.” Later he will plant it in the West and wait for the water to flow. He is always thirsty here, where the summer is as long as the Russian winter.
There is a saying in Australia’s language, something about ‘things that are further apart are mirrored in the heat haze’. Russian and warmth together does strange things to his language, this blond haired man with tanned skin and an easy smile- not that Ivan ever complains about his broad Russian dialect when he visits.
On completely opposite sides of the world, Australia has Ivan’s shoulders and his fingers and his hair, but his grin is warm and welcoming rather than Siberian, his skin brown instead of snow-white.
Over their trip their bosses talk in the room next to them, about elections and food production and contact with Asia. It is hot and Australia wears his red scarf a little haphazardly, not as tightly around his neck as Communism may stipulate in the Motherland, but Ivan finds that he does not care. When it comes to Australia he cannot blame him for anything, not when his untidiness leaves a sliver of his throat exposed so deliciously like this. Not when he all but moans as he presses frozen fingers onto his searing chest, or when he turns and closes the distance between them, reaching for his older brother like the hot-blooded creature he is.
“-They talked to me, sweetly, nicely…they wanted it, mother,” he whispers in urgent Australian Russian as they unwind their scarves coil by coil. “…Yao and Kiku and that fool America…they tried…they were trying…”
“Capitalists,” Russia hisses into his mouth, hot breath, hot hot hot air and frost and this is why he loves his brother more than his sisters, more than anyone. Australia groans needily in Russian Cold War Fever, rubbing up against him from so far away.
Russia is not his mother. Australia is, in name, his own country since 30 years ago and they are brothers at any rate. But for Australia, home is where the Soviet heart is, and he has no memories before Ivan’s gentle arms and cooing lullabies. That’s what the textbooks say, and that is what he believes and that, in the end, is all that matters, when Russia grasps his trembling hips and praises him for being such a good boy.
“Momochyka,” Australia sighs again, hair so very pale white against his tanned skin. Russia is all great hulking bulk wrapped in layers of great coat; Australia is pulsing corded muscle out on display in the summer sun, so wonderfully naked and open to Ivan’s caresses. He was raised as what Ivan would have been if the sun had melted that Mongolian ice away. What he should have been, this handsome country with his easy smile and unbroken history and great expanses of desert.
How beautiful they are, together in their barren fertility.
Even as they collapse, sated and crushed together, the waters of Australia still stay tropical, unfrozen, all through the Cold War winter. From the southern hemisphere Russia holds his little brother close, kisses his neck and watches America sweat.
Ursa Major (4/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:47:27 UTC
2. Sloth Bear
Lately, America has been leaving gifts on his door step.
Not big things, just economic aid and increased sales. There’s been talk of a trade agreement, which Yao would be most interested in. His work after the Second World War has been backbreaking, and it would be nice to finally see his people finally make a Western sort of profit to go with their suffering. There are people in the government who write in newspapers and say that this may dawn a new age of cooperation between them, Alfred and he. Despite their political differences.
Yao is not naïve enough anymore to believe in friendship.
He knows what Alfred wants, and that is protection. Perfect, because what Yao wants is Tibet, and what watches him is making the rest of the world laugh and him and America nervous.
There is a Bear watching him from down south and from up north. Tibet is what he wants, but Tibet borders India, still Hindu and superstitious and in constant turmoil, with the Russian upper class and India himself rising, pockmarked with years of past-gone civil war but now focused and ready to talk business with an AK-47 strapped to his back. Yao wants to move upwards, but Korea’s fool of a Communist brother is in the way. Tensions and economies and ideologies are mounting, and China doesn’t think he can stand much more of this.
He knows India can’t.
Russia, China, India: three lined up Red, Red in a row with Alfred standing outside in the cold. Very soon, Yao knows with a smile and a shiver, the world will tremble under their weight.
Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:54:28 UTC
1. Grizzly Bear
Alfred can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to, but as he reads the contract laid out in front of him and his heart sinks, escape seems less and less viable.
“This is Bullshit,” he sneers, glaring up at the Russian leaning over his desk. “How dare he? What gives him the right?”
Ivan shrugs, smiling. “I am not England. But I do know what he means.”
“And that,” America explodes at him, rising to his feet in livid adolescent outrage. “That! Do you think I’m just going to be given? Like some sort of gift? Like some naughty boy off to boarding school?”
Russia doesn’t reply, but Alfred doesn’t need one to know that the answer is a resounding yes. But this is his soil, his land- not Francis’, not Arthur’s and definitely not Ivan’s. “Get out of my house,” he orders, all his people and politicians behind him. “You can go tell Arthur to fuck himself. I’ll fight to the death before I’m handed over to you.”
“-Like you fought England?” There’s a clunk when Ivan moves his pipe from his right hand to his left. Alfred freezes. “Oh, I am hearing about your failed revolution, Little Columbia. Very expensive to you, in blood, da?”
“You fucking shut up.” America is still a bundle of hormones and hate and revolution and pride and he would have long hit Ivan’s smug Russian face by now, but there’s rusted diplomatic metal resting easily in his Great Bear paws.
“I was thinking that you would be winning, but you didn’t. A pity. Maybe that is why,” he says perkily to the young man in front of him. “Too rebellious. You are too much trouble, and Red-Coat England doesn’t want you anymore-”
America punches him. Hard, with everything he has, seeing red and white and blue. “You…you SHUT UP about England!”
Ivan doesn’t even flinch. Childishly imperious in front of the rest of the world, Russia smiles. “He doesn’t want you, America. But I do.” He slowly grabs his clenched fist and feels America tremble like a cub before a hunter. “Do you think if Arthur is still wanting you, he would let me-” -fingers intertwining, integrating, and now Alfred really is shaking- “-do this?”
With a flick of the wrist, the bones in his Right hand are crushed, and he screams.
“I…I’ll fight you,” he forces out, sobbing, snarling, but it’s not his revolutionary voice at all. It’s the sound of a teenage boy with nowhere to go, and Europe, England, is agreeing to this. “I’ll fight you.”
And he will. He’ll fight him with his own broken Right hand, no matter how it smarts and flops about uselessly. There will be people in his colony of a land who oppose the take over, the British ones in him who know about the War and why Ivan stands in their upper echelons. There will be a civil war, a proper one where Alfred loses, and Arthur will sit with his back to the Atlantic, hold Canada close and not listen, not listen, not listen, because this isn’t his fault.
In the world wars, America will spit on the Union Jack as he huddles with Arthur in the trenches, divided against their common enemies. He will curse England’s name in his loud language of Russian-cum-American (never English) just to spite him. England will avoid America for as long as he can, talking with Australia and New Zealand and Europe and anyone- just not him.
There will be no Cold War, because sometime after that America will start to feel himself shake from the inside with recession fever and Russia in his new red coat will stroke his hair and bring him steaming vodka and warm him up the only way he knows how. “Little one,” Ivan will say as he enjoys the Florida heat and Alfred freezes, “your Right hand still hurts.” Smiling in paternal pride, he will smooth over the bones of America’s unused Left and lovingly kiss the knuckles of each finger.
America will fight him. And more than a century later, Alfred will begin rewriting his red ink hatred of England Left handed.
But, right here and right now, Russia laughs because he has all the time in the world. “Wonderful. I’ll be waiting.”
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 12:21:24 UTC
The Great Bear, and all his little bears.
Did you know?
The Anglo-Russian War (1807-1812) was part of the Napoleonic Wars. England and Russia, who were previously allies of convenience, had a short but violent conflict when England attacked Denmark. It was ended with Sweden (and Russia) and England signing a treaty in 1812. Russia and England needed to ally themselves again in the face of Napoleon.
...Let's assume, instead, that Russia defeated England, and demanded tribute in the form of one of his colonies- i.e 1,2,3 or 4.
4. The Polar bear is native to northern Canada, as well as Russia.
At the time of England's loss to Russia, Canada was under British control.
Some years after the English Concession, Quebec, with the aid of America and France, breaks free as an individual state.
With the Russian revolution, Canada too becomes communist, and much later plays a vital role in Cold War politics. The Northern Front to Canada remains blockaded and patrolled long after the CW is over, with neither side accepting disarmament deals.
Quebec is still scared shitless of Canada to this day, although it is now a democracy.
3. Koala bears are not bears, rather marsupials.
At the time of the English concession, Australia was barely a colony, still getting on its legs.
Because of his young age, Australia was still not British enough to miss the Commonwealth- indeed, most British people in the country were pulled away the government and the entire land became, in effect, completely Russian.
Despite their temperature differences, Russia and Australia share remarkable geographical similarities.
Australia has the world's largest deposits of Uranium.
2. The Sloth Bear is unique to India.
At the time of the English Concession, the Indian 'colony' was still young, but India as an empire and as a culture was quite old. Russian rule was strongly opposed by the people of India, and the land fought many years of bitter civil war.
India, China and Russia would be enough to freak the hell out of anyone, not just America.
1. Grizzly Bears are, of course, native to America.
Wait, you say. America wasn't part of the commonwealth at the English Concession! ...Let's say they lost the War of Independence, shall we?
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 13:35:17 UTC
This was the awesomely awesome of awesomeness! I love the sort of 'choose your own adventure' thing you had going on, where Russia points, and from there it could be any one of the four. I do think the one with America was my favorite, followed by the one with Australia, but they were all great!
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 20:18:25 UTC
This was just... fucking spectacular. I'm speechless. And I love that you wrote out scenarios for more than one colony--they were all well-thought-out and chilling and mmmm. This's one for the records. *bookmarks for rereads*
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 21:31:11 UTC
I have to say that Australia was my absolute favorite (just the complete and utterly dark tone of it all, the warping of what we see Australia as), but Canada's had this incredibly chill to it (pun intended). Such a dark way of looking at Canada being overlooked... Incredibly well thought out and researched!
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 18 2009, 15:57:11 UTC
Oh god, I'm gonna go hide in a hole in the ground or something now. It's so creepy. I love how you twisted the things that make the characters recognizable- so that Canada is Russia's shadow instead of America's, and Austraila is still cheerful but in an utterly terrifying way. I kind of wish Arthur had more colonies so you could write more AUs.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 18 2009, 16:00:55 UTC
I am... Very near speechless. This is fantastic! I love how you wrote an entry for each Commonwealth (+ America) - it's like we could pick our preferred outcome. Australia's was my favourite. I find it darkly amusing to consider what I may be living like, had this come to happen (and the Russia/Australia pairing - guh. I think I'm a fangirl now. <3). Though Canada's hit a few awesome cords as well.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 18 2009, 17:27:37 UTC
I love this so much! This was so very wonderfully handled, with the different AU scenarios and Canada's made my heart hurt, and Australia's was so creepy oh my god, and America, I winced holy shit, this is terrific and terrifying and, just wow. Insanely well done.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 19 2009, 04:39:30 UTC
Oh, Anon--this was beautifully and painfully imagined. Thank you for sharing your imagination and your way with words. I'm certain I have read other things of yours because I recognize the "did you know?" in the notes; I shall have to go through my bookmarks now.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 19 2009, 04:39:38 UTC
Oooh, this was absolutely fantastic. I love the different possibilities here-- Canada's was absolutely heartbreaking, and I loved the ominous atmosphere in Australia's and the emphasis on temperature. Fantastic stuff.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:34:24 UTC
This is rather scary. Thinking about how the little things could change everything. I believe the metaphor is ripples or something? Excellent story anyway. Canada and Australia were my favorites, (thats what really scared me, imagining Australia as a communist nation, and just how odd thinking of it feels.)
The Anglo-Russian War (1807-1812) was part of the Napoleonic Wars. England and Russia, who were previously allies of convenience, had a short but violent conflict when England attacked Denmark. It was ended with Sweden (and Russia) and England signing a treaty in 1812. Russia and England needed to ally themselves again in the face of Napoleon.
...Let's assume, instead, that Russia defeated England, and demanded tribute in the form of one of his colonies- i.e 1,2,3 or 4.
4. The Polar bear is native to northern Canada, as well as Russia.
At the time of England's loss to Russia, Canada was under British control.
Some years after the English Concession, Quebec, with the aid of America and France, breaks free as an individual state.
With the Russian revolution, Canada too becomes communist, and much later plays a vital role in Cold War politics. The Northern Front to Canada remains blockaded and patrolled long after the CW is over, with neither side accepting disarmament deals.
Quebec is still scared shitless of Canada to this day, although it is now a democracy.
3. Koala bears are not bears, rather marsupials.
At the time of the English concession, Australia was barely a colony, still getting on its legs.
Because of his young age, Australia was still not British enough to miss the Commonwealth- indeed, most British people in the country were pulled away the government and the entire land became, in effect, completely Russian.
Despite their temperature differences, Russia and Australia share remarkable geographical similarities.
Australia has the world's largest deposits of Uranium.
2. The Sloth Bear is unique to India.
At the time of the English Concession, the Indian 'colony' was still young, but India as an empire and as a culture was quite old. Russian rule was strongly opposed by the people of India, and the land fought many years of bitter civil war.
India, China and Russia would be enough to freak the hell out of anyone, not just America.
1. Grizzly Bears are, of course, native to America.
Wait, you say. America wasn't part of the commonwealth at the English Concession! ...Let's say they lost the War of Independence, shall we?
“I am bringing you another present, dear brother,” Ivan says as they descend from the plane and meet the men waiting for them. Their leaders shake hands.
His gift, it turns out, is another tap. Australia grins and holds it close, like a child with a sunflower. “Thank you.” Later he will plant it in the West and wait for the water to flow. He is always thirsty here, where the summer is as long as the Russian winter.
There is a saying in Australia’s language, something about ‘things that are further apart are mirrored in the heat haze’. Russian and warmth together does strange things to his language, this blond haired man with tanned skin and an easy smile- not that Ivan ever complains about his broad Russian dialect when he visits.
On completely opposite sides of the world, Australia has Ivan’s shoulders and his fingers and his hair, but his grin is warm and welcoming rather than Siberian, his skin brown instead of snow-white.
Over their trip their bosses talk in the room next to them, about elections and food production and contact with Asia. It is hot and Australia wears his red scarf a little haphazardly, not as tightly around his neck as Communism may stipulate in the Motherland, but Ivan finds that he does not care. When it comes to Australia he cannot blame him for anything, not when his untidiness leaves a sliver of his throat exposed so deliciously like this. Not when he all but moans as he presses frozen fingers onto his searing chest, or when he turns and closes the distance between them, reaching for his older brother like the hot-blooded creature he is.
“-They talked to me, sweetly, nicely…they wanted it, mother,” he whispers in urgent Australian Russian as they unwind their scarves coil by coil. “…Yao and Kiku and that fool America…they tried…they were trying…”
“Capitalists,” Russia hisses into his mouth, hot breath, hot hot hot air and frost and this is why he loves his brother more than his sisters, more than anyone. Australia groans needily in Russian Cold War Fever, rubbing up against him from so far away.
“Uranium…they want me…steel and…copper, they… they wanted…but it’s …yours, always yours, mother…”
Russia is not his mother. Australia is, in name, his own country since 30 years ago and they are brothers at any rate. But for Australia, home is where the Soviet heart is, and he has no memories before Ivan’s gentle arms and cooing lullabies. That’s what the textbooks say, and that is what he believes and that, in the end, is all that matters, when Russia grasps his trembling hips and praises him for being such a good boy.
“Momochyka,” Australia sighs again, hair so very pale white against his tanned skin. Russia is all great hulking bulk wrapped in layers of great coat; Australia is pulsing corded muscle out on display in the summer sun, so wonderfully naked and open to Ivan’s caresses. He was raised as what Ivan would have been if the sun had melted that Mongolian ice away. What he should have been, this handsome country with his easy smile and unbroken history and great expanses of desert.
How beautiful they are, together in their barren fertility.
Even as they collapse, sated and crushed together, the waters of Australia still stay tropical, unfrozen, all through the Cold War winter. From the southern hemisphere Russia holds his little brother close, kisses his neck and watches America sweat.
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Lately, America has been leaving gifts on his door step.
Not big things, just economic aid and increased sales. There’s been talk of a trade agreement, which Yao would be most interested in. His work after the Second World War has been backbreaking, and it would be nice to finally see his people finally make a Western sort of profit to go with their suffering. There are people in the government who write in newspapers and say that this may dawn a new age of cooperation between them, Alfred and he. Despite their political differences.
Yao is not naïve enough anymore to believe in friendship.
He knows what Alfred wants, and that is protection. Perfect, because what Yao wants is Tibet, and what watches him is making the rest of the world laugh and him and America nervous.
There is a Bear watching him from down south and from up north. Tibet is what he wants, but Tibet borders India, still Hindu and superstitious and in constant turmoil, with the Russian upper class and India himself rising, pockmarked with years of past-gone civil war but now focused and ready to talk business with an AK-47 strapped to his back. Yao wants to move upwards, but Korea’s fool of a Communist brother is in the way. Tensions and economies and ideologies are mounting, and China doesn’t think he can stand much more of this.
He knows India can’t.
Russia, China, India: three lined up Red, Red in a row with Alfred standing outside in the cold. Very soon, Yao knows with a smile and a shiver, the world will tremble under their weight.
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Alfred can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to, but as he reads the contract laid out in front of him and his heart sinks, escape seems less and less viable.
“This is Bullshit,” he sneers, glaring up at the Russian leaning over his desk. “How dare he? What gives him the right?”
Ivan shrugs, smiling. “I am not England. But I do know what he means.”
“And that,” America explodes at him, rising to his feet in livid adolescent outrage. “That! Do you think I’m just going to be given? Like some sort of gift? Like some naughty boy off to boarding school?”
Russia doesn’t reply, but Alfred doesn’t need one to know that the answer is a resounding yes. But this is his soil, his land- not Francis’, not Arthur’s and definitely not Ivan’s. “Get out of my house,” he orders, all his people and politicians behind him. “You can go tell Arthur to fuck himself. I’ll fight to the death before I’m handed over to you.”
“-Like you fought England?” There’s a clunk when Ivan moves his pipe from his right hand to his left. Alfred freezes. “Oh, I am hearing about your failed revolution, Little Columbia. Very expensive to you, in blood, da?”
“You fucking shut up.” America is still a bundle of hormones and hate and revolution and pride and he would have long hit Ivan’s smug Russian face by now, but there’s rusted diplomatic metal resting easily in his Great Bear paws.
“I was thinking that you would be winning, but you didn’t. A pity. Maybe that is why,” he says perkily to the young man in front of him. “Too rebellious. You are too much trouble, and Red-Coat England doesn’t want you anymore-”
America punches him. Hard, with everything he has, seeing red and white and blue. “You…you SHUT UP about England!”
Ivan doesn’t even flinch. Childishly imperious in front of the rest of the world, Russia smiles. “He doesn’t want you, America. But I do.” He slowly grabs his clenched fist and feels America tremble like a cub before a hunter. “Do you think if Arthur is still wanting you, he would let me-” -fingers intertwining, integrating, and now Alfred really is shaking- “-do this?”
With a flick of the wrist, the bones in his Right hand are crushed, and he screams.
“I…I’ll fight you,” he forces out, sobbing, snarling, but it’s not his revolutionary voice at all. It’s the sound of a teenage boy with nowhere to go, and Europe, England, is agreeing to this. “I’ll fight you.”
And he will. He’ll fight him with his own broken Right hand, no matter how it smarts and flops about uselessly. There will be people in his colony of a land who oppose the take over, the British ones in him who know about the War and why Ivan stands in their upper echelons. There will be a civil war, a proper one where Alfred loses, and Arthur will sit with his back to the Atlantic, hold Canada close and not listen, not listen, not listen, because this isn’t his fault.
In the world wars, America will spit on the Union Jack as he huddles with Arthur in the trenches, divided against their common enemies. He will curse England’s name in his loud language of Russian-cum-American (never English) just to spite him. England will avoid America for as long as he can, talking with Australia and New Zealand and Europe and anyone- just not him.
There will be no Cold War, because sometime after that America will start to feel himself shake from the inside with recession fever and Russia in his new red coat will stroke his hair and bring him steaming vodka and warm him up the only way he knows how. “Little one,” Ivan will say as he enjoys the Florida heat and Alfred freezes, “your Right hand still hurts.” Smiling in paternal pride, he will smooth over the bones of America’s unused Left and lovingly kiss the knuckles of each finger.
America will fight him. And more than a century later, Alfred will begin rewriting his red ink hatred of England Left handed.
But, right here and right now, Russia laughs because he has all the time in the world. “Wonderful. I’ll be waiting.”
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Did you know?
The Anglo-Russian War (1807-1812) was part of the Napoleonic Wars. England and Russia, who were previously allies of convenience, had a short but violent conflict when England attacked Denmark. It was ended with Sweden (and Russia) and England signing a treaty in 1812. Russia and England needed to ally themselves again in the face of Napoleon.
...Let's assume, instead, that Russia defeated England, and demanded tribute in the form of one of his colonies- i.e 1,2,3 or 4.
4.
The Polar bear is native to northern Canada, as well as Russia.
At the time of England's loss to Russia, Canada was under British control.
Some years after the English Concession, Quebec, with the aid of America and France, breaks free as an individual state.
With the Russian revolution, Canada too becomes communist, and much later plays a vital role in Cold War politics. The Northern Front to Canada remains blockaded and patrolled long after the CW is over, with neither side accepting disarmament deals.
Quebec is still scared shitless of Canada to this day, although it is now a democracy.
3.
Koala bears are not bears, rather marsupials.
At the time of the English concession, Australia was barely a colony, still getting on its legs.
Because of his young age, Australia was still not British enough to miss the Commonwealth- indeed, most British people in the country were pulled away the government and the entire land became, in effect, completely Russian.
Despite their temperature differences, Russia and Australia share remarkable geographical similarities.
Australia has the world's largest deposits of Uranium.
2.
The Sloth Bear is unique to India.
At the time of the English Concession, the Indian 'colony' was still young, but India as an empire and as a culture was quite old. Russian rule was strongly opposed by the people of India, and the land fought many years of bitter civil war.
India, China and Russia would be enough to freak the hell out of anyone, not just America.
1.
Grizzly Bears are, of course, native to America.
Wait, you say. America wasn't part of the commonwealth at the English Concession! ...Let's say they lost the War of Independence, shall we?
...man, that took way longer than it needed to.
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I love how you twisted the things that make the characters recognizable- so that Canada is Russia's shadow instead of America's, and Austraila is still cheerful but in an utterly terrifying way.
I kind of wish Arthur had more colonies so you could write more AUs.
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SO MUCH AWESOME
I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO PROPERLY EXPRESS MY AWE
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Did you know?
The Anglo-Russian War (1807-1812) was part of the Napoleonic Wars. England and Russia, who were previously allies of convenience, had a short but violent conflict when England attacked Denmark. It was ended with Sweden (and Russia) and England signing a treaty in 1812. Russia and England needed to ally themselves again in the face of Napoleon.
...Let's assume, instead, that Russia defeated England, and demanded tribute in the form of one of his colonies- i.e 1,2,3 or 4.
4.
The Polar bear is native to northern Canada, as well as Russia.
At the time of England's loss to Russia, Canada was under British control.
Some years after the English Concession, Quebec, with the aid of America and France, breaks free as an individual state.
With the Russian revolution, Canada too becomes communist, and much later plays a vital role in Cold War politics. The Northern Front to Canada remains blockaded and patrolled long after the CW is over, with neither side accepting disarmament deals.
Quebec is still scared shitless of Canada to this day, although it is now a democracy.
3.
Koala bears are not bears, rather marsupials.
At the time of the English concession, Australia was barely a colony, still getting on its legs.
Because of his young age, Australia was still not British enough to miss the Commonwealth- indeed, most British people in the country were pulled away the government and the entire land became, in effect, completely Russian.
Despite their temperature differences, Russia and Australia share remarkable geographical similarities.
Australia has the world's largest deposits of Uranium.
2.
The Sloth Bear is unique to India.
At the time of the English Concession, the Indian 'colony' was still young, but India as an empire and as a culture was quite old. Russian rule was strongly opposed by the people of India, and the land fought many years of bitter civil war.
India, China and Russia would be enough to freak the hell out of anyone, not just America.
1.
Grizzly Bears are, of course, native to America.
Wait, you say. America wasn't part of the commonwealth at the English Concession! ...Let's say they lost the War of Independence, shall we?
...man, that took way longer than it needed to.
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