I was listening to the radio this morning when my lovely announcers mentioned it was the 68th anniversary of D-Day, also known as the 1944 Invasion of Normandy, a key military operation for the Allied Forces that was a huge step in freeing France from Axis control. So, yeah, this little vignette was born. (Note: the italics are actually present day, and the normal font is 1944. Yeah, you know I love to screw with you .)
Why are my stories so short?
The water was beautiful today. Beautiful and untamable. As tourists swarmed the beach beneath my perch on the hill, I remembered a day that was a monumental step towards freedom in a tumultuous, bloodstained war.
The Invasion of Normandy. June 6th, 1994.
Operation Overlord- also known as D-Day.
I shot awake, panting, as I felt the foreign intrusion onto my land. Americans, Britons, and the Commonwealth- were those my little Canadians? It all meant one thing.
The Allies were storming Normandy.
It was a strategic area, easier to take then some of my other coastline, especially considering there were few Axis troops in the area. And America and England, "storming my beaches"? Oh, yes, please. I drifted into some less-than-appropriate areas before I was jerked awake by the men dying within my borders.
I was divided- part of me sympathetic to Germany, the other to the Allies. But most of all, I was loyal to myself. Why send Germany a message about Normandy when it was my land he had stolen? At least I get a show now. I can't wait to watch him scramble around in panic~!
Because, contradicting the gossip, I didn't love everyone. People said that my national anthem doesn't fit me, but the phrase, "Tremble, tyrants and traitors, /The shame of all good men… Against you we are all soldiers…" seemed to hold true. I would happily watch Germany burn after the atrocities its men have committed against my children and family. Belgium, Poland, and all the rest had been enslaved along with me; I would not oppose the Allies and their promises of freedom.
I would see my fellows independant, come Hell or high water. At least it was low tide.
END NOTES: I feel like France is a lot deeper than we see, just the same of any other characters. I tried to put in a little of his normal perviness, and some of the protectiveness he displays around Canada and/or North Italy. I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed, even if it's just a ";)", because I want to know that real people actually visit ffnet and I'm not the only one with an internet addiction.
Thanks.