Shay: Here's the first chapter! Sorry it's so short.
America: Hah! You can't try to kill me in this! You need me for the other story.
Shay: True…I can still kill Canada though.
America: Don't touch my brother!
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Spain stared across the blood soaked trench, kneeling in the mud. The dead were everywhere, littering the gruesome scene. Rats scattered over everything, eating the corpses. Next to him sat America, only thirteen, and already a murderer. He was humming happily, playing with his gun, and shooing the rats. Next to America, sat Turkey. Turkey was the best sniper in the unit, and he was also tasked with Spain to watch over America. It was a lot harder than it sounded, especially when they were in the middle of a battle.
"When will they attack next?" America whined, "I'm bored."
"They'll attack when they feel like it," Spain grumbled, "Now be quiet, and get ready."
The three sat there for a couple more minutes, before a scream came up behind them. A tank was moving.
"," America chanted, running at the tank, leaving his gun behind.
"America!" screamed Spain, worrying over the child. If America could be considered a child.
"America you moron! You left your gun!" Turkey roared.
America ran towards the tank, and all fighting ceased as both side watched America climb up onto the tank, avoiding all bullets, pry the top open, and climb in, armed with only a knife. It became dead silent for once, before the tank blew up.
"America!" yelled Turkey.
"Yeah?" America asked behind Turkey, with a strange sort of smile plastered onto his face, covered in blood.
"America, you can't go running off like that," Spain snapped, 'What if something happened to you?"
America looked confused, "But Spain, I'm not important."
Spain was about to yell at the blond when a soldier came over, "Sarge, the general wants you, and the two privates at his quarters, now."
"Coming," Turkey told the man, "Alright, let's go."
The three followed the man, and entered the generals building. The large man sat behind a desk, with a young Asian boy sitting in front of him.
"Ah, sergeant," the general smiled, "I'd like you to meet Korea. He was brought here by a Japanese soldier, but ran away. He's engaged to a Chinese general, so the three of you will escort him back, so that relations with the Chinese army might improve during the war."
Korea turned and smiled. He was America's age, with light brown eyes, and a soft smile. Spain smiled back, his brown eyes warm. Turkey didn't seem to care, too busy from keeping America from killing something, while America was humming again, bored.
"Thank you for protecting me," Korea smiled, bowing a bit.
"Don't thank us yet," Turkey told Korea, "You have to survive America with us first."
"Isn't that a barrel of joy," Spain grumbled.
"Well, let's go," Turkey ordered, "Can't get to China by standing here."
As they left, a soldier ran over to America, and started talking with him. America's calculating eyes softened as he talked to the soldier.
"Who's that?" Korea asked.
"Canada," Spain answered, "America and Canada are closer than brothers."
"America! Time to go!" Turkey yelled, as he unlocked the door to a truck. It seemed like the race to Korea was on.
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Shay: Next chapter, you'll learn more about everyone's past.
America: Wow, you have Turkey in this.
Shay: You bet! Review, or I'll kill Canada. I can totally do that.