Chapter 1- Unexpected News

World War Two. One of the world's deadliest wars. Definitely one that changed the course of history. On December 7th, 1941, after years of fighting, the island nation of Japan decided to attack the United States of America at their Pacific navy base in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Hoping to cripple the country and easily take over the Atlantic, they bombed and destroyed or damaged almost all of the ships that were there. What they failed to do though, was destroy the oil containers for the American fleet and the aircraft carriers that were out to sea. America immediately responded and, on December 7th, 1941, we declared war on Japan. Soon after, Nazi Germany declared war on the US, and she was torn out of her isolationism and was pulled into a deadly war on two fronts... The world was never going to be the same again.

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Kyle Brofloski groaned as the phone rang, waking him out of a peaceful sleep. "Wha..." He stumbled down the stairs, heading to his living room and glancing at the clock. Six in the morning... The hell... He picked up the phone and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Hello?"

"Kyle! I need to talk to you... Like, now. Please!" Stan Marsh, Kyle's best friend, sounded very anxious and it worried Kyle more than anything.

"What's wrong, Stan? Talk to me."

"I did something stupid… I need to see you... Please."

"Come on over... I'll leave the front porch light on."

"Thanks, Ky... I'll be there in ten... 'Bye..."

"Good bye, Stan" After Kyle hung up, he walked to the front door, unlocking it and turning the light on. He walked back up to his room, throwing a shirt on before going back down to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He sighed softly. I wonder what's wrong... He sounded so... Sad... I just want him happy… Though I guess it's hard to be happy since... He sighed and slowly sipped at his coffee until he heard a knock at the door. "One second!"

He walked back to the door, throwing it open with a smile on his face. "Hey, Sta-" Gasping, he dropped his mug, shattering it and spilling coffee everywhere. "Stan!" The raven haired boy wasn't in his normal clothes... He was wearing an army dress uniform... "N-no..."

"Kyle... I enlisted earlier this week... After the attack... I... I leave today for training... I needed to see you." Stan smiled sadly and looked down. "I'm sorry..."

Kyle stepped back to let Stan into his living room before hugging him tightly. "I... Stan... Don't leave me... W-what happened to going to college together with each other next y-year?" He buried his face in Stan's neck, trying his hardest to not cry.

"Ky... It'll be alright. I'll write every chance I get, okay? And... I... I have things I want to protect. That I need to protect..." The raven haired man hugged his friend tightly, unwilling to say that it was him that he wanted to protect so much.

"P-Promise you'll be back? Please... P-Promise me you'll be back for me..." Kyle was shaking hard, tears slipping out of tightly closed eyes. He felt Stan nod against his head.

"I swear I'll be back, Ky. I swear... I... You're my only reason to come back. You're my best friend." He chuckled sadly. I love you more than I should, Kyle... I'm sorry...

"Stan... C-Can I give you a good luck charm? Something t-to make you remember to c-come home?" Kyle sniffled softly and swiped at the tears on his face.

"Of course, Kyle..." The red head pulled away and ran up to his room to look for what he had in mind. Stan, on the other hand, looked at all the pictures that Kyle had on his walls. There were ones of the two of them from as far back as kindergarten. His favorite one, though was one his mother had taken the summer after their freshman year... Kyle had been reading one of the big books that Stan could never get into and said boy had gotten very bored. A bored Stan was never a good thing. He had taken the book, thrown it onto the grass in his back yard, and grabbed Kyle, throwing him over his shoulder and jumping into his pool. His mother had taken a picture of the two laughing and soaked boys as they trudged up to Stan's room to change. Kyle had had his arm around his neck and had been smiling like Stan had never seen before... It was his favorite memory...

"I found it!" Kyle came running down the stairs, waving something around in the air. "I found it, Stan..." He grinned and shoved the picture he had toward Stan.

"Kyle..." Stan gasped and carefully took the picture. It's the one from that amazing day... Smiling, he pulled his best friend into a tight hug, "God, you're amazing... This is my favorite picture of us..."

"It's mine to. We were so happy then. Life was good. You weren't such an ass hole." He giggled and playfully hit Stan, joking around with his friend. "And... You weren't leaving..." Sighing sadly, he pushed Stan away. "When do you have to leave?"

Stan looked at the clock and grimaced. "Now... Kyle... I swear I'll write all the time. Will you write me? Please?" He tightly gripped Kyle's arms, begging him with his eyes to say he would.

"Of course I will, idiot... How could I not?" Kyle smiled and led Stan to the door. "Just... Please don't forget me? Or your promise..."

"Never, Kyle. I won't ever." He smiled, biting his lip before leaning down to quickly kiss the ginger's cheek. "Good bye..." He turned and ran to his car, getting in and speeding off toward the train station.

Kyle stared after his best friend, absolutely dumbfounded. What?... He fell to his knees, not caring about the shards of his coffee mug digging into his knees, and brought his hand his cheek. as. What the hell... Jesus...He didn't know what to think or feel... His heart was racing and there was a warm feeling in his stomach that almost reminded him of... happiness... But... Stan was his best friend. And not only that, he was a guy. What the hell was happening to him?...