America could only watch as right before his eyes, a missle flew by into a nearby building. War has raged between America and Russia for only a few days, and this is what he has done already. the whole East coast was the front line for military Defense. America quickly jumped right on the front line, giving all he can for his country. He butted heads with Russia many times before, and knew his weakness. But Russia knew his as well.

America jumped over the military sandbag barrier and quickly stabbed a enemy soldier in the neck. America rolled over behind a burnt car and dashed out again, moving to a indent of a convient store window. America looked around, seeing the cracked street, burnt and imaciated with bombs and scattered with fallen soldiers. he looked up at the buildings, crumbling and structures giving way the the heavy fire and pelting of bombs. the air was thick with smoke and loud with gunfire. America jumped up and spread his wings, soaring faster than a jet plane. his wings were golden at his shoulders. and blue at the bends and every other feather was red then white. he was . his country loved him. He loved his country. he represents freedom and hope, and right now his people need him.

America rocketed over the crumbled buildings, destroyed barraks and warefare. he dodged helicopters, airplanes, and Predator missiles. He flew untill he saw the statue of liberty. He landed on her crown, and felt tears go down his eyes, watching the Empire state crumble to dust as Russian troops blasted it with bombs. a long time ago, Russia agreed he wouldnt use Nuclear weapons. he said he didnt need them. America felt a little better, but not wiped the tears away as he felt someone touch his back.

"mon chere..."

France stood behind him, in a kevlar jacket and navy seals suit. he had goggles on and his wings were soaked, the red, white and blue feathers colored like his flag.

"France, thanks, for everything. You know, it means alot. I need all the help i can get."

America turned around and smiled.

"We'll kick Russia right out!"

"America. Just heard England is joining the war. He is coming to our side."

America's eyes brightened, but he didnt smile.

"great, his Delta force is the best team!"

" Mon chere, you should go back and defend your capital. I'll stay and protect Lady Liberty.

"Thanks France. Im counting on you."

With that America jumped off the crown, and Rocketed to his capital landed on the back Balcony of the White House. He ran inside and sighed a breath of relief as the Russians havent gotten to the White house yet. America walked into the Oval office and saw the President in his chair.

"you 'alright, America?"

"Yes, sir. just a little down. we're losing. but i guess its cool that Britain's coming to help us."

"ah, Yes that is 'cool'. but Russian Troops are advancing, and All we can do is spray and pray."

"I dont know what to do... there's so much i can do."

America sighed, overwhelmed by stress.

"Why dont you go rest, America. its getting late."

America would protest to that if it was anybody but the President.

"Alright..."

and America walked out of the room, and made his way to his room a floor down. He went in, and It looked like any teenagers Room, besides him being over a hundred years old. He stripped himself and took a hot shower, relaxing his nerves. He almost thaught of treating himself, but The Angel Nation sighed hoplessly, feeling a little depressed and not in the mood. after that, America got out and dried himself off, then slipped into bed. It was a long night for America as he cried himself to sleep.