(I was bored so I decided to post this, enjoy)

Chapter 12: Back Home

Two weeks.  That's how long it's been since Mandara was rescued from Ussr, and a lot has happened in that time.  Apparently, the trade deal didn't go over well between Ussr and Romania so he returned early and went straight to the base, only to find his soldiers slaughtered and Mandara missing.  Literally pissed out of his mind, he ordered the capital of Mandara be bombed.  Fortunately, Russia heard this and was able to warn MA a few days before Ussr could launch the attack, which gave MA, with the help of Poland, time to evacuate the city and organize a counterattack.

When the day of the attack finally came, MA and Poland led a three dozen strong squadron to intercept the soviets at the outskirts of the city.   It turns out that MA had overestimated the size of the Russian squadron, who they outnumbered three to one.  However, because of Ussr's cold war, his aircraft were far more advanced than MA's, so he needed the extra numbers.  The battle was over in less than an hour, with the soviet's losing almost three-fourths of their squadron before retreating, leaving the Mandarians victorious.

About five days later, MA got a surprise visit from Kazakhstan, who was apparently sent by Ussr to tell him that he wanted to discuss a peace/surrender treaty.  Stunned, to say the least, MA was of course very suspicious and pressed Kaz for details.

"All папа said was that he 'had better things to do', I think he means his war with America that he is losing," Kaz said.

"Sure he did" MA scoffed, "no offense Kazakhstan, but you communists are about as trustworthy as a Nazi attached to a broken lie detector."

"It's ok, I understand," Kaz said," but I swear on my wings that I am telling the truth, папа really does want to talk about a peace treaty."

After a few minutes of thinking, MA finally relented, "Fine, I'll do it, but only because you swore on your wings, and we are going to do it on MY terms." Kaz nodded and took out a small notebook to write down the conditions.

Three days later, MA met with Ussr at a town near the border of Mandara.  According to MA's conditions, Ussr was not allowed to bring any weapons or military vehicles, was only allowed to bring two personal bodyguards and the driver that would bring them to the meeting point, and was to be monitored by no less than four armed soldiers.  Besides MA and Ussr, United Nations was also going to be there to act as a moderator to make sure everything goes smoothly and no fights break out.   It made MA feel better that a fellow winged entity was there, but it didn't help with his impatience when Ussr was running late.

"(Sigh) you know, for being the one who offered to make this deal in the first place, you'd think he would be on time." MA said, looking at his watch and tapping his finger on the table.

"I'm sure he has his reasons Mandara Army, don't worry." UN reassured him, "In fact, I'd say he's here right now."

Just then, the door opened and Ussr walked in, causing both of the entities to stand up to greet him.

"About damn time Soviet." MA spat, crossing his arms, "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up."

"My, such hostility," Ussr said, with mock offense, "considering I am here to sign a peace treaty, I would have expected a little more respect from you."

"RESPECT!?!" MA shouted, his eye glowing angrily and his wings half flared, "After everything you've done, I couldn't give a fuck about being respectful."

MA's outburst made Ussr laugh, which surprised both MA and UN, "I guess great minds think alike don't they because that is what Mandara said when we met almost ten months ago. Speaking of which, how has my little Songbird been?"

This angered MA even further, to the point that UN had to physically hold him back from pummeling the communist "Don't you DARE call him that! Because of you, my brother has been in a three-week coma and may never wake up!" That last part hit everyone like a sledgehammer, even Ussr seemed to be taken aback.

After a few minutes of calming MA down, UN suggested that they continue with the treaty, so they all sat down and begun discussing the treaty terms.

The treaty itself was simple, Ussr was to give back all the land he conquered and remove all of his soldiers from the country, he was forbidden from sending people or goods into the territory without contacting MA first, and lastly, he himself was not allowed to come near MA or Mandara, no matter where they were. Once it was written out, MA plucked one of his feathers and signed it, then slid it over to Ussr.

"This is quite a lot of conditions Mandara Army," Ussr stated as he read over the treaty, "yet I don't see anything in here that is to my benefit."

MA glared at him, "Same old Ussr, always trying to make sure he gets something even if he doesn't deserve it.  (sigh) So what will it take to get you to sign the treaty?"

"Well, now that you mention it, not having to pay reparations would be a good start, and I want the names of the countries that helped you," Ussr said.

"I can't do that Soviet, I know full-well that you will declare war on them, and I'm not about to put an ally in danger like that.  I will give you the reparations but that is it."

Ussr was going to protest, but MA was staring at him in a way that told him that his patience was thin and that he wasn't in the mood to bargain too much, so he reluctantly agreed and signed the treaty.

"Well, I guess that settles everything?"UN said, but neither entity acknowledged him as they were busy staring each other down, practically daring one another to move first.  Eventually, Ussr got up and walked closer to MA, making him tense up.  Ussr then held out his hand for MA to shake, which caused the military entity to glare at him like he just offended him. After a minute of staring daggers at Ussr, MA stood up too and forced himself to shake his enemy's hand, and without another word, Ussr calmly walked out the door and out of MA's life forever.