Prologue~

P.S. I am gonna try to make this story kinda historically correct so America will not be joining the axis! BYE!;D

"You are useless~da!"

"A wast of power!"

"Shouldn't even be considered a nation~aru!"

"Why do you even exists, oh I know to annoy everyone to bloody death!"

America couldn't take the jabs and insults he got from the others. It was to much, having the other allies laugh behind his back while he practically held the fate of the world in his hands. So he did the one thing that came to his mind, America ran away to cool off. He had to have some alone time or he might snap.

America ran through the thick jungle of the mysterious island. Why did he even bother, no one cared about him anyways. Including his ex-brother England, America even considered Russia to be his friend during the Civil war. Guess he was wrong about that. He was just another object for them to use. America stopped running. It almost seemed like hours passed by, he checked his watch. Only 10:00 pm and he left at 9:30 pm. Looking up America spotted the moon shining brightly as it illuminated the crystal clear starry night sky.

'So beautiful, so peaceful.' America thought. Suddenly he heard a voice beyond the trees. It sounded like...singing? Who would be singing at this time of night, and at this place? America was suspicious, reason: it was WW2. Germany, Japan, and Italy were the enemies or so the others told him. Well Japan was, he attacked Pearl Harbor in the first place.

America slowly and cautiously sneaked around the bush and vines of the jungle and peeked around a tree. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! It was them, the axis!

He swiftly climbed up the tree and took out his binoculars. Hiding in the leaves, OH YA BABY HE WAS DOIN UNDER COVER STYLE! Italy appeared to be singing one of his old Italian folk songs, probably to lighten the atmosphere (it was to thick even he could sense it). Why, well Germany and Japan looked to be both in sour moods and REALLY bad ones. They were all sitting by the fire roasting marshmallow while Italy sang, America frowned. He wished that maybe the allies could do something like that. Something a little peaceful without ripping out each others throats and without England singing those creepy camp songs.

"Ve~ hey look guys its America, HI AMERICA!"

America yelped as he fell out of the tree and crashed onto his head with a loud 'BANG!'. He lied still for a moment, trying to soften the pain of the fall. Once he looked up though America was met with the cold metal of Germany's gun on his forehead.

"Vell, Vell look what we have here."

Authors Notes:

I had this AMAZING idea, but im not going to tell you cause it's a surprise! I even wrote it out in my computer! WHOOP~ hope ya liked it and I will update as soon as I can;D