A big sigh escaped from Germany.
His boss wouldn't be too happy with this answer.
For an hour he sat down until a small Asian boy touched his shoulder.
"Doitsu-san Shall we leave?" without any emotion as always Japan looked at the drowsy Germany.
Only a short nod was given by Germany as answer.
"What was his answer?" a bit curiosity in Japan s voice. "...his answer was neutral, don't worry he will become an axis"
A shadow seemed to fall over Germany when he said this.
With big steps he walked away from Japan who seemed frightened.
"England please take care of her"
A lady stood behind Holland.
Her hand held Holland s hand tightly.
On her cheek was a small teardrop.
She let go of Holland s hand and walked toward England.
For a second she looked back but then left for real.
His queen would be safer in England, now he could prepare for war.
Silently, he looked up to the sky.
Airplanes were to be seen in the air.
He mumbled Dutch swear words as he stepped forwards.
His people were geared up in uniform, standing on the frontlines of bridges.
But by their appearance you could see that they were not up to this.
Incomplete uniforms and guns which were almost falling apart.
In the air he heard airplanes and before his eyes tanks moved forwards.
"Surrender, you don t stand a chance" Holland lay on the ground, he was covered in wounds and blood.
His eyes were filled with fury as he looked up to Germany.
"Which word of neutral do you not understand?"
"I'm sorry, Stop being stubborn and surrender"
Germany his gun was pointed at his forehead.
"Neffe, surrender!"
Spit from Holland s mouth landed right before Germany s shoes.
"Have it your way" With pain in his back Holland stood up.
He held his hands in the air as sign of his surrender.
"This way" The gun was aimed at Holland his back, forcing him to walk forwards. Germany knew that even if he did surrender he wouldn't cooperate.