CCCP

CCCP Chapter Four

The Cold Shoulder

The CCCP and allied belligerents of the recent war disagreed thoroughly about how the map should look, and how borders would be drawn following the war. Each side held dissimilar ideas regarding the establishment and maintenance of post-war security. The western countries desired a security system in which democratic governments were established as widely as possible, permitting countries to peacefully resolve differences through international organizations. However, given the Equestrian historical experiences of frequent invasions and the immense death toll (estimated at 27 million) and the destruction the Union sustained during the war, the Union sought to increase security by dominating the internal affairs of countries that bordered it.

Following the Union’s May 1945 victory, the Unionist party effectively occupied Eastern Europe, while strong US and Western forces remained in Western Europe. In occupied Germany, the CCCP, United States, Britain and France established zones of occupation and a loose framework for four-power control.

During the opening stages of World War II, the CCCP laid the foundation for the Eastern Bloc by directly annexing several countries as Unionist Republics that were ceded to it by Germany. Countries such as Ponyland and Horsegaria lined the western edge of the CCCP, creating a shield from every possible side, insuring no such sneak attacks will happen in the future as did during the war.

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Crimson strutted down the street, proudly showing off her medal, which read “ЗА ПОБЕДУ НАД ГЕРМАНИЕЙ; НАШЕ ДЕЛО ПРАВОЕ! (For the victory over Germany; our cause is just!)” She was surrounded on all sides by a new and increased number of little ponies, sticking to her like the loyal fans they were, which arose some suspicion among her friends, particularly Rarity, who was concerned that she was plotting something rotten.

The latest Izvestia brought great joy to all, citing how the enemy was defeated unconditionally, and the friendliness between the Union troops and their Amerikanskiye tovarishi which before was barren and unheard of, and as history would prove, one of the last times as well. There was just one dark cloud hanging over the heads of both allies: what to do with the formerly aggressing countries, and how to thoroughly and completely cleanse the corrupt minds of the German people.

Joseph Stallion sat in his Kremlin balcony overlooking Moscow, smoking his pipe, with a stern look on his face. Another pony in a red uniform once more stood at his side, waiting should he order anything. A quick puff escaped from Stallion’s black pipe.

“Nikita, I’m not going to live forever” Stallion said bluntly. “Somepony has to take my place sooner or later, and my hopes are currently riding on you.”

The stallion next to him looked back at him in surprise. “Sir, I am honored that you trust me with this fine state!”

“Damn right fine. This is the largest country in the world, and the only remaining socialist state. We are the last beacon for socialism. It is up to us to spread its wealth and prosperity to those countries that want us and need us. Do not fail me, Nikita. We cannot let capitalism or fascism defeat us. Don’t forget; our cause is just.”

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Crimson continued down a cobblestone road, trailed closely by a group of foals, among them Osten Berlin. She was on her way to the local supermarket which had just opened, for local groceries and other such minutia. She ran her hoof across the black iron railing of a new apartment building next to her house. The streets were freshly repaved, and automobiles- an extreme rarity before the war, could be seen dotting the streets. Factories puffing black smoke and rattling with gears and rivets lined the hills, creating war amounts of rubber and planes in a setting of a new peace, which seemed almost awkward, since everypony’s mindset was stuck on the common enemy.

The new supermarket was huge, painted red, with yellow bold letters proclaiming “Walmarx”. It was a state-owned initiative, which meant prices were fixed, universal, and fair. After an unusual first encounter with automatic doors, Crimson cautiously made her way into the Soviet establishment. Inside, there was a cornucopia of foods everywhere. Turnips and onions, apples, caviar, and that was about it. The cornflakes had run out a while ago, but the thought was still there; all this food in one place. Crimson picked out some turnips for her borscht and headed for the exit, where she stumbled upon the one and only Rainbow Dash.

“Crimson, long time no see!” Rainbow said excitedly.

“A hundred years we haven’t seen each other!” Replied Crimson. “We really have to catch up”

“I agree” replied Rainbow. “How about we meet up at the park after lunch?”

Crimson nodded in agreement and went to the checkout aisle. Along the way, Osten snatched up a piece of candy. Crimson looked at him and plucked the candy out of his hand.

“Osten remember what I said? Mommy can’t buy you candy at every store, she doesn’t have enough bits!”

Rainbow walked up to the checkout aisle and slapped a few bits onto the table. Crimson returned a gaze and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this for?”

“What’s a 3 bits between friends?” she asked rhetorically, looking away and scratching the back of her head, a bit embarrassed about being so open.

“Ok, thank you...” she replied, and returned her gaze to Osten, who was smiling wide. “Just eat your borscht first” she said, booping him on the nose.

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Crimson met up with Rainbow in the park and let Osten and Westen run off and play, while they decided to catch up on the news, possibly chit-chat innocently about where to go from here. Rainbow and Crimson sat on a bench and began discussing politics.

“It says here in Izvestia that Germany will be divided into four military districts...” Crimson began, trailing off to continue the rest of the article silently.

“Awesome, great news” Rainbow added, reaching a hoof around Crimson. “So now all of Europe can be a democracy.”

Crimson’s eyes darted open. “Whoa now, that’s a bit farfetched, don’t you think? I mean, we’re talking about ALL of Europe here.”

Rainbow looked at Crimson in concern. “What do you mean? Democracy is exactly the thing that will prevent another such war. If everyone could just-“

“Nonononono” Crimson interjected “that’s how the war started, because of decaying democracy, and the way to fix it is to centralize power in order to keep belligerents under careful eye of a responsible government”

“You mean like the Nazis?” Rainbow retorted.

“No, fascism is capitalism in decay. If every country is communist, there will be no more poverty; no more despair.”

“Because they will have nothing to lose!”

Crimson paused and looked at Rainbow.

“Look, I’m sorry” Rainbow said empathetically. “I need to go home.”

Rainbow trotted off with her platoon of ponies by her side. Some thoughts entered Crimson’s head but she waved them off. After all, how could her best friend since forever betray her country?

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Stallion sat in the White House, gleaming a blank stare, burning a hole through Eisenhayer’s skull. Eisenhayer returned the suspense with a hoof swipe along his forehead and clicking of his lavish presidential pen.

“Mr. Stallion.”

“Comrade Eisenhayer.”

Another short pause filled the room with deafening silence.

“We are to be friends now, correct Mr. Stallion?”

“We can be the best of friends, but communism is the polar opposite of capitalism. Our countries cannot function as companions, even a great war that forced us together has shown this.”

“But we lent you weapons, we sent battleships! We met half way!”

“Let me tell you a little something, Comrade.” Stalin shot back, disgusted by what seemed to him incompetence and deceit. “You did not recognize our right to exist until YOU needed us most, in 1941. You lent Britain guns and ships and bombs and asked for only what’s left after the war in return. You demand from us cash retribution for every tank that failed and every bomb that was destroyed in its own explosion. You even kept the atomic bomb a secret from me. Sure, you wouldn’t use it against me; not if you value your life, but at least giving a heads up would be appreciated! And then when we take firm grasp of East Berlin which is rightfully ours, you undermine our government. Yet you seek from us friendship, no doubt to abuse us.”

“Let me stop you there, Mr. Stallion.” Eisenhayer replied.

“Yes, why not stop me. Why not stop my country next?”

“I have no plans to stop you, sir. I simply want to apologize to you for all the past presidents did; it was wrong of us to judge you so soon.” He said, and slipped Stallion a manila envelope. Stallion robotically opened it and looked inside.

“I didn’t expect anything more from you conniving scum. Take your ships, take your guns. You will have nothing more to do with us.”

“Sir, what was in the envelope wasn’t enough to satisfy you?”

“Nyet, comrade. It was too much for me to bear. We secede.” Stallion stood up from the table and walked out of the Oval Office.

“Secede from what, may I ask?” Eisenhayer chuckled.

“The world.” Stallion replied, completely serious. Eisenhayer chuckled, then laughed, then fell down on the floor as Stallion walked down the hall, escorted by two secret service agents.

“Sir, are you ok?” a stallion dressed in black asked Eisenhayer as he lay on the floor.

“I think we might be screwed. I just made enemies with the most powerful stallion in the world!” He said, still recovering from his fit of giggles. He took the contents out of the envelope and stuffed it in his pocket. “I was sure a check for $2,500,000 would have convinced him... odd.”

Author's Note

Sorry I haven't written much lately and that this chapter was a bit short, I pretty much gave up after I was sure no one was reading anything I was writing, so I decided to spend my days playing Minecraft and drawing fan art. Anyway now I am back to writing and cutting back on Minecraft (although I still draw art). Anyway, thank you to everyone who leaves a comment, and if you don't, please leave one. As long as it isn't trolling or flaming, I really appreciate it, I really do. Comments are what makes me want to wrtie more! Well, then again, a like wouldn't hurt either :3