Arthur pinched his nose in a desperate bid to stop the headache clawing its way into his consciousness, pinching hard enough to make the tips of his fingers white and his nose red sore. The dull throb had been an ever present pest since the beginning of the Cold War, getting gradually worse as time and the war went on. It was no surprise really, what with all the concentration and focus being laid on him from both the West and East, so such a migraine was only to be expected. However it was a big pain in his arse.
Alfred was calling him up with frustrating frequency, either to tell him about the new breakthroughs they were having on the hydrogen bomb, any battle plans that would involve and require England, what England was doing about the Communist threat and to tell him that it was a fact that Communism would be ground into the dirt and buried. Arthur took most of this in his stride, agreeing when necessary and spiting insults about Communism when Alfred sounded unsure, however he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that most of this talk sounded like a desperate plead and warning that he would stay on Alfred’s side, that America was powerful enough to win and that anyone who sided with Russia and Communism would burn in the end.
In all reality he didn’t blame Alfred for his constant pestering and insecurity, hating it but needing it at the same time to ground him, to stop him from listening to the whispers coming from Russia. From Ivan.
Arthur had felt Ivan watching him with a dogged intensity since the re-election of the Labour Government, watching him and waiting patiently to see if England’s officials would contact his. It was much to Arthur’s horror and annoyance when he found out that the Labour Government had decided to renew its ties with Russia, and it pissed him off to no end when they allowed Ivan’s officials into the country, even promoting those with Communist views within his own government. Now Communism was becoming a bigger and more personal problem for Arthur, not just because America hated it and that he was on America’s side, but because he felt himself being drawn towards it, towards Russia, towards Communism and towards Ivan. He could feel Ivan’s ghostly fingers grip from within England at him, could distantly hear his Russian tongue lull and soften his people towards Communism, forcing him to remember and acknowledge the bonds he had with Ivan.
Arthur released the iron grip on his nose, sighed and reached for his cooling cup of tea. However he stopped short of the tea and hovered warily over the cup before reaching for the whisky and tumbler in the cabinet behind him. Tea would never help him steal himself against the oncoming day, a day he hoped to put off for at least forever. It was 1956 and Nikita Khrushchev was to arrive in England today. It was 1956 during the Cold War and a bloody Communist official was coming to his shores to have dinner with his Labour Government. A Communist official who had more than likely been escorted to his shores by Ivan.
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Alfred was calling him up with frustrating frequency, either to tell him about the new breakthroughs they were having on the hydrogen bomb, any battle plans that would involve and require England, what England was doing about the Communist threat and to tell him that it was a fact that Communism would be ground into the dirt and buried. Arthur took most of this in his stride, agreeing when necessary and spiting insults about Communism when Alfred sounded unsure, however he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that most of this talk sounded like a desperate plead and warning that he would stay on Alfred’s side, that America was powerful enough to win and that anyone who sided with Russia and Communism would burn in the end.
In all reality he didn’t blame Alfred for his constant pestering and insecurity, hating it but needing it at the same time to ground him, to stop him from listening to the whispers coming from Russia. From Ivan.
Arthur had felt Ivan watching him with a dogged intensity since the re-election of the Labour Government, watching him and waiting patiently to see if England’s officials would contact his. It was much to Arthur’s horror and annoyance when he found out that the Labour Government had decided to renew its ties with Russia, and it pissed him off to no end when they allowed Ivan’s officials into the country, even promoting those with Communist views within his own government. Now Communism was becoming a bigger and more personal problem for Arthur, not just because America hated it and that he was on America’s side, but because he felt himself being drawn towards it, towards Russia, towards Communism and towards Ivan. He could feel Ivan’s ghostly fingers grip from within England at him, could distantly hear his Russian tongue lull and soften his people towards Communism, forcing him to remember and acknowledge the bonds he had with Ivan.
Arthur released the iron grip on his nose, sighed and reached for his cooling cup of tea. However he stopped short of the tea and hovered warily over the cup before reaching for the whisky and tumbler in the cabinet behind him. Tea would never help him steal himself against the oncoming day, a day he hoped to put off for at least forever. It was 1956 and Nikita Khrushchev was to arrive in England today. It was 1956 during the Cold War and a bloody Communist official was coming to his shores to have dinner with his Labour Government. A Communist official who had more than likely been escorted to his shores by Ivan.
Arthur’s headache increased tenfold.
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Part 3- it looks like this may turn out to be a monster story lol. Sorry for filler, it will pick up soon!