It was several years after WWII had ended. All the nations were gathering at this conference again. America had especially good feelings that day. He and Britain had a wonderful night last night and he was in god spirits.

"Hey America!"

"Canada! My man! How are you?" America asked. Canada was now more noticeable than before.

"I don't know. Not so well, I guess," Canada replied, shaking America's hand.

"Why? What's up?" America asked.

"You don't know? The Big Four are here today!" America raised his eyebrow.

"The Big Four?" Canada turned and nodded in the direction of the staircase. Four nations, dressed in fancy military uniforms, were walking, more like strutting, down the stairs. America recognized them almost immediately.

"The Big Four. The countries that made up the Axis powers," he said.

"Yeah. You see the girl in the middle?" Canada asked. A grin began spreading across his face.

"That's India, right? Boy, has she changed," he said. As India walked past, she gave him a crocked grin and tipped her hat to him.

"Changed in more ways than one. The Big Four are the four most powerful countries, military-wise, right? Well, you wouldn't know by looking at her, but India's the most powerful," Canada said.

"Really?"

"Yeah... You know, I feel sort of bad for her."

"Why is that?" America asked, not really paying attention. He was only looking at India receiving files and skimming the pages.

"Well, she had to deal with a lot during the war. Not only did she have to deal with the insanity of the Axis, but she also had to deal with the pressure of the Allies."

"Pressure?" America asked as if he didn't know what Canada was talking about.

"Yeah, when Germany turned her into a Nazi, it is said that Britain totally flipped and turned all the other Allies against her. I heard her talking to Venezuela and she said that if she had a choice, she would've stayed with the Allies, but they hated her," Canada replied. America didn't say anything. He just watched India for awhile and felt down right miserable about it.

Later, India was home, outside in her garden, still in her military uniform. Suddenly, a shadow covered her.

"Oh Alfred! Hi! I wasn't expecting you!" she said cheerfully.

"Can we talk, Naadyia?" he asked. Naadyia blinked.

"Sure. We can go to the garden on the southern end. We can speak more privately there," she said. America was led to the private garden on the southern end. They sat at a table that was shaded by weeping willow trees.

"So, what's up?" Naadyia asked.

"Well... It's about your part in the war and your story," Alfred replied, squirming a little. Naadyia's smiled suddenly faded.

"Oh, I see. I'm guessing you want to hear it?" she asked.

"It's just... Whenever I see you at a meeting and you're sitting next to the rest of the Axis, you seem sort of miserable. And yes, I do want to hear your point of the story," he replied. Naadyia sighed. There was a long silence between them.

"Alright, I'll tell you, but I'm not sure where to start."

"Start at the beginning. Start at the first attack."