HISTORICAL BACKGROUND!*The year is 1949. Israel is a new country, just recently admitted to the U.N. and still in recovery from genocide in Europe. This is the story of how the nation of Israel, Rachel Mann, met America, her most vital ally in the upcoming half century.*
Just a little closer…right… THERE! Rachel pulled the trigger and she saw the bird tumble down to earth. She hated doing this, she always felt horrible about killing them, but she needed to eat, and the butcher she'd been going to had a mental break-down a few days ago, and she didn't feel comfortable trusting anyone else. She got up to go and track the bird. It took her a while, but she finally found a blood trail. It looks like it's still alive, stubborn bird, she thought affectionately, and hated doing this even more. She put a hand on her dagger hilt and looked for it. As she edged around the rock, she saw a strange sight…
A tall blonde man had the bird settled on his arm; she noticed the bird's white head affectionately nibbling a finger he had held to the bird's yellow beak. She cautiously observed the stranger more closely, she noticed he had the number 50 on the back of his brown jacket and he had heavy black military boots under his beige pants. He had an odd piece of what looked like hair sticking up from his head. He moved his hand away from the eagles beak, and went to see the bullet wound on it's brown body. She had hit it where the bird's wing met its body, it would have been hard to for him to use wing, and he wouldn't have been able to fly, but it was far from a fatal hit.
The stranger looked at it, clicked his tongue and said to the bird, "who did this? Don't worry; I'll get it fixed up for you."
At this Israel stepped forward, "excuse me, but that's my bird. I shot it, and I don't need u to 'fix him up.'"
"Your bird? He's my pet, and I don't really take kindly to people shooting at him." The stranger said, narrowing his eyes, which she noticed were a startling blue.
"Oh, well, I'll be on my way then," Israel said as she turned tail and ran, deep brown, wavy hair trailing behind her.
"I think we'll let her go, I need to get this thing looked at, Liberty," America said, addressing the bird; who shrieked it's agreement. He chuckled and walked with her perched on his shoulder, towards a dusty city, smothered in the choking Arabian heat.
Israel ran halfway to the city, full speed, but then she stopped to catch her breath in the hot sun. Of all the birds in the sky, you had to pick some one's pet, she scolded herself mentally. She looked towards the pale sapphire sky, unblemished by a single cloud. Another scorcher today, she thought bleakly as she looked at the sky. Surprise, surprise, she thought sarcastically, it gets freaking hot in the desert all the freaking time.
When she was done with her break, she set back on the well beaten-path towards the city. When she got there it was still pretty early, but the heat of the day had already began to set in. I should stop home to get my head scarf, she thought as she coughed on some of the fine sand that always seemed to be in the air. The meeting is at noon, I'll probably be able to run and get it really quick. She took the left that led away from the city center and to her home on the fringes of the city. She ran to the door, it opened easily in the dry desert heat, but someone was there already.