(This is my story of how TF2 should have been, I like it this way,

And probably would start a series with it, hence the name "fanfiction")

PROLOGUE

Zepheniah Mann was the owner of the popular store Mann Co.

His wife Bette gave birth to three sons, Redmond, Blutarch and Gray.

Redmond and Blutarch was born perfectly fine, except gray, he was born underweight and learned to speak in her mom's womb, Zepheniah tried to smother him, but as soon he got smothered, an eagle abducted Gray and he was never seen again. In 1850, Zepheniah Mann travels with Redmond and Blutarch to the United States after buying a bunch of gravel pits and dustbowls. Zepheniah thought these gravel pits and dustbowls were useless, but his sons wanted to keep it for a unknown reason they never shared, Blutarch hired 9 mercenaries to defend his part after their father split the lands in 2 for sharing, but Blutarch wanted more so he made a team named BLU, Redmond saw what he was he doing and did the same thing, this time, his team is named RED. Now over 40 years, they are engaged into an endless war, what is it so precious that they have a war over it? Can it change the future? Or will it bring doom?