Hawaii's story

The hot afternoon sun shone without a cloud to stop its path. The island of Honolulu was being wrapped by the sun, which rested in the middle of clear blue waters. On one of the beaches below was a small girl playing in the sand. She seemed to be quite content near the water.

"Once Daddy sees my new sandcastle, he'll give me a big hug and tell me that he loves me." The girl whispered to herself. Her name was Aqua Carrere, or better known as Hawaii. Her black hair was flowing over her tan skin, her pink dress fluttered by a slight breeze, and her red hibiscus flower seemed to be even brighter in the hot sun.

She looked south of the beach to the large boat that stood near Pearl Harbor about a mile away. There were tiny dots of people now and then, but Aqua couldn't see most of them. They were soldiers from America that were training at her place.

She still remembered when America found her and claimed her as his territory. From that day she was like a dad to her, the one person who deeply cared for her. She smiled to herself at the thought. Oneday,I'llbeAquaJones,likeCaliforniaandOregon.Oneday… I'llbepartofbigbrother'sfamily,andnotjustanAmerican-ownedterritory.Oneday-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a roar overhead. She stood and looked up at the huge monster over head. She realized it wasn't a monster, but a giant airplane. However, it was not one of America's planes that were near the docks. It went right overhead of her towards the docks, making Hawaii crouch on the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard the roar of the plane above her. Then she heard a loud bang, followed by a sharp pain in her side. She clutched her side and tried not to wail in pain. She heard the cries of people in the distance and alarms going off. Hawaii looked to her right at the docks, which were now in flames. People scattered away from the docks into the forest or down the beach.

Hawaii saw a solider coming towards her and she stood up. Her side was now starting to bleed through her pink dress. Hawaii caught up to the man and tugged his sleeve. He looked down at her with the look of true fear in his eyes.

"Mister, what's going on?" Hawaii asked in a small and shaky voice.

"A Japanese plane bombed Pearl Harbor. TheArizonais sinking as well. You better run if you want to be safe, little one." The man said shakily and ran down the beach. Hawaii watched him run until he just a tiny dot and looked back at Pearl Harbor. She saw a few people running towards her with guns in their hands.

Hawaii's first instinct kicked in. She ran into the forest west of her, trying to escape the men's sight. She ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry while barefoot. She heard them say a few things in Japanese and followed her. Hawaii lost saw an edge to a small valley with a river and hid behind a tree. She heard the men looking for her so she stayed absolutely silent, even quieting her breathing. She heard one of them give orders and they retreated away from Hawaii. Hawaii let out a sigh of relief and looked at her side. The blood was starting to stop but she saw it stain a tiny part of her dress. If still hurt a bit but not as bad as before.

"Big brother, where are you?" Hawaii said to herself and went into the ravine. She walked through the tiny river to the other side of the ravine. She knew that this forest went to the other side of Pearl Harbor, so maybe she wouldn't be caught by those men again. She walked for about fifteen minutes and reached the beach. She saw many footprints that covered the beach in front of her. She felt so bad for everyone, her people and American soldiers.

Hawaii heard footsteps behind her. She spun around, ready to run again. It was Japan in a black suit with a sword on his belt. He had an expressionless face, like he always did, but this face had a bit more anger. At first, Hawaii was glad to see Japan, but the she remembered that the Japanese were attacking her.

"Why Japan? What did any of us do to you?" Hawaii mumbled, on the verge of tears. Japan said nothing and pulled out his sword. It glistened in the sun a bit and he held it pointed at Hawaii. "Japan, what are you-" Before Hawaii could finish talking, Japan stabbed her in the side. Hawaii felt an extreme pain in her side as the blade went through her side. She let out a wail of pain and Japan pulled the sword out, blood dripping from the blade. Hawaii dropped to her knees and curled in a ball. She felt blood coming out of her mouth and side, pouring onto the sand. She looked up at Japan who just stood there, not even moving a muscle.

"It h-hurts so m-much." Hawaii grimaced, holding her side. "I thought we were friends, Japan. Tell me why. Why would you do this to me?"

"Hawaii!" A voice screamed and Hawaii looked up weakly. America came rushing in and pushed Japan the ground. He kneeled to the ground and cradled Hawaii in his arms. America put his head next to hers and he started to cry as well. Japan got up and began to walk near a helicopter east of them, not looking back once. America looked up at Japan, his face full of tears and rage.

"Y-You… filthy… Jap! You'll regret that day you ever hurt my daughter! You hear me! This means war!" America screamed at Japan, tears streaming down his face. Hawaii gasped and looked up at America. H-Hecalledmehis...daughter Hawaii thought and tried to smile, but was too weak to do so. Japan got onto the helicopter but took one more gaze at the blonde cradling a little girl in his arms, her blood staining his clothes. He turned away after a few seconds and got in the helicopter, the door closing behind him.

All America could do was cry until a medic saw Hawaii and took her with them. America only had one thing on his mine know: he wanted revenge.