Here is a new story that I have been dying to write. It's based on real historical events and people! I hope you enjoy it!

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March 1942, United States

Many important military generals, a few government officials and a few other scientists filed into the meeting room. It wasn't a large amount of people, British scientist Geoffrey Pyke noticed while looking around the room. None of the people present were completely interesting, until a young teen entered the room. Pyke watched as the teen sat on the right side of the chair where General George Marshall, the current Chief of Staff of the United States Army, was present.

He looked young, too young to be attending the Chequers Conference, but there was something about him. He had the air of a person who has lived longer and seen many things, good and bad. His blue eyes held a young but old look into them. The teen wore a military uniform and had the confidence and air of a General, glasses framing his face, and blonde hair as bright as the sun and a single strand that seemed to defy the laws of gravity.

Pyke watched in interest as the teen talked familiarly to General Marshall, almost like a very close friend. He was an old man who had experienced and seen many things, but there was something very intriguing about the teen that he wanted to find out more. Before he could observe the teen any more, General Marshall rose and began the meeting. The meeting consisted of suggestions and creations of battle plans, restocking supplies and other necessities that were involved in war. Soon General Marshall called onto Pyke, he rose to the front of the room to give his presentation.

"Gentlemen, I have come to you to express my idea that could help us win this war." Pyke pauses for effect, earning a few nods to continue.

"I call it Operation Plough. Plough would consist of a small battalion of élite soldiers who would be trained to fight behind enemy lines in harsh winter conditions. This small unit would be a commando that can be landed by air, sea or land, into occupied Norway, Romania, and the Italian Alps. They would go on sabotage missions against the hydroelectric and oil fields located in these countries. This would help weaken the German Army and could help us win the war. The soldiers should consist of suitable Americans, Canadians and Norwegians."

Silence followed soon after, no one said a word, looks of deep contemplation on their faces. Pyke scanned the entire room, his calm exterior hiding his nervousness about the approval of his plan, until his eyes landed on the young teen. His eyes held a distant look but one full of determination, the teen looked at him and a ghost of a smile could be seen on his face.

"Thank you Mr. Pyke for your presentation," General Marshall's voice breaks the silence. "If you could please wait outside a few moments, so that my close colleagues and I can discuss it. We will call you back in shortly."

Pyke was lead out of the meeting room by a secretary, soon she left, and her heels were the only thing heard within the long hallway. Pyke paced back and forth, back and forth, nervousness radiating from him in waves. Hours seemed to pass before he was called back into the meeting room. All eyes were on him as he took his spot at the table. He looked towards General Marshall, an approving smirk across his face.

"Mr. Pyke I have decided to accept Operation Plough. In a few months we will begin recruiting and training."

"Thank you."

The meeting proceeded on, ending very late into the night, but Pyke didn't mind, his plan will be put into action soon.


After all the others leave, the only ones left inside the meeting room are General George Marshall and America. America watched as Marshall got up from his chair, standing for a few minutes to stretch then made himself some coffee. Looking more worn and much older than he actually was. He breathed in the aroma, a relieved look on his face as he took a small drink. As soon as he felt awake again, Marshall turned to the teen still sitting and watching him.

"What do you think of Operation Plough America?" Amusement hidden deep within in his voice. Marshall watched the as the teen slowly rose from his chair and walked towards the coffee maker, his eyes watching the teen quietly. As his cup was being filled, America turned towards the General and gave a small smile.

"I think that Operation Plough is a great idea. Of course, there will have to be adjustments to the plan but I think you made the right decision by accepting it." Sincerity clear in his voice. "And I get to work with my twin Canada, so that's a bonus."

Both chuckled at the last statement, Marshall's eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Of course, if the soldiers don't give the Germans Hell, you two surely will."

"You bet!"

America gave his Hollywood smile and both continued to drink their coffee before they headed back to working on documents that needed signatures from both men. A few good laughs here and there to relieve tension throughout the rest of the night.


April 1942

"A suitable vehicle is going to be needed. For Operation Plough, it needs to be a tracked vehicle developed especially for transporting the men and their equipment at high speeds through harsh winter terrain."

General Marshall, General Eisenhower and a few other military officials quietly contemplated Pyke's proposal. The idea was interesting but unfortunately, there were no vehicles like that in existence. All was quiet in the room, until General Marshall turned towards America, who was standing behind the General's chair.

"What do you think, Alfred?"

Everyone in the room looked towards the teen with very serious expressions. Everyone, including Pyke, was curious about the teen's opinion. Those who were not in the know, wondered what this teen- barely considered an adult- would say. Alfred looked into everyone's eyes, showing no fear, amazing many or making them think that he had some serious problems to challenge everyone.

"Well General, It would be a wise idea to have a vehicle made specifically for this mission. Unfortunately, no such vehicle exists. Now I know that all of you just thought that I pointed out the obvious," Alfred's tone held a little irritation that sent small bouts of fear for those present in the room, having them feel like they were going to be scolded by their parent.

"BUT, I say we ask as many automobile companies as we can and see which can deliver to our terms."

No one was sure what made them agree, the smugness of Alfred's idea or the simple idea to begin with. Nevertheless, General Marshall gave a quick nod to Alfred before turning back to face the other occupants in the small meeting room.

"There you all have it. You are all dismissed. General Eisenhower, please let the secretary know to send as many telegrams to every automobile companies about our vehicle design."

"Yes sir."

Everyone immediately left the room, leaving only Alfred and Marshall left in the small meeting room. Soon, America walked from behind to stand in front of Marshall's line of vision and smiled brightly, like a child that somehow fooled his parents into giving him sweets before dinner.

"You never cease to amaze me, America." Marshall smiles fondly at the nation.

"I know."

America's know-it-all attitude sends both into fits of laughter, the serious atmosphere from before, gone in an instance. A minute later, the laughter settles down and America gives a small smile to the General.

"Well sir, I have some business to take care of."

"Letting your twin know about the plan?"

"Of course! Mattie wouldn't want to pass up an opportunity like this. All we have to do now is try and convince his Prime Minister to join the cause."

"Go easy on the poor guy. He's not immortal like you nations, so I don't want to hear on the radio that the Prime Minister mysteriously died of heart attack while in reality it was because he was being surprised by you two," Marshall chuckled.

"No promises."

April 1942, a week and half later

"Sir, the automobile company Studebaker has agreed to work on our designs and are currently building as we speak."

"Alright, thank you General Eisenhower."

"Soon Operation Plough will begin."


May 1942

Lieutenant Colonel Robert T. Fredrick was baffled. Operation Plough had all kinds of imperfections and impossible goals. He continued to stare at the concept papers full of the plans needed to get the project started. General Marshall and General Eisenhower watched Fredrick's facial expressions with interest.

"Is something wrong, Lieutenant Colonel?" General Marshall asks interestingly.

Fredrick straightens up and looks at the two Generals seated at the table in front of him. Determination quickly spreads across his face until it is hidden by a calm façade.

"Permission to speak freely, sir."

"Permission granted."

"Sir, I believe that this plan has some very serious flaws."

"How so?" General Eisenhower asks. Neither Generals' faces give anything away, calm and stoic, patiently waiting for Fredrick to continue. Fredrick takes a deep breath to calm himself before he begins speaking again.

"Operation Plough has unrealistic goals. Firstly, with the amount of men supposedly going to be in this unit, they would be outnumbered and overtaken by German troops in any defensive attempts to hold onto an area. In addition, we have no concrete way to evacuate the troops after the missions. Secondly, the plan calls for the men to be dropped off from a plane, which is impossible because there are no planes available to send them to Norway. Lastly, the missions that Operation Plough have are impossible for the small amount of men we would be sending and would do minimal damage."

"Lieutenant Colonel, we understand your concerns but it would be foolish of us to pass this opportunity to open an American front in Europe. This will greatly help us change the course of the war. The sooner we can defeat the Germans, the faster we can focus our energy on the Pacific Theater." General Marshall's words were full of understanding but his tone meant his decision was final.

"But sir, this would just be a suicide mission where the results wouldn't be in our favor. I propose that we conduct a series of strategic bombings that would achieve the plans' objectives." Fredrick earnestly tried to convince the two Generals in front of him.

"Fredrick, you are still young but this plan will give us an opportunity to win. And this plan will work." General Marshall says with finality.

"But sir-"

"Enough."

The strict tone of his superior makes Fredrick hold his tongue and nods in understanding.

"Yes sir."

Fredrick hands the plans back to the Generals before he gets up to leave. He is almost out the door when another young man, a teen to be exact is about to knock. Fredrick stares into the bluest eyes he has ever seen before quickly moving to the side to let the teen in.

"Is this a bad time General?"

"No. We were just finishing up. You have permission to leave Fredrick."

Fredrick gives a quick nod before leaving out the door. As it is shut, America turns towards the two Generals that are smiling happily at him. They motion for him to take a seat. America happily obliges, humming the national anthem as he sits, causing Marshall and Eisenhower to chuckle at his behavior.

"For a country at war, you are awfully happy," Marshall jokes.

"I may be at war but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun now and again. I see that there was a little…disagreement between you and the Lieutenant Colonel," America amusedly says.

Marshall gives a sigh and rubs his temples in small soothing circles.

"He means well, but he still young compared to us experienced officers."

"Hehe. If any are more experienced, it would be me." America jokes.

The joking attitude from the country- no their country, has Eisenhower and Marshall slightly relax.

"Of course, we're young teens compared to you, old man." Eisenhower laughs at the pout that America gives at being called an old man. The joking continues for a little while longer, allowing the two stressed Generals to momentarily forget about their duties.

"How has convincing the Canadian Prime Minister been going?"

General Eisenhower's curious question brings a large smile to the America's face.

"I think we're finally wearing him down! Mattie and I have been pulling all the stops, even resorting to our Secret Twin Attack!" America exclaims happily.

"Secret Twin Attack?" both Generals ask confusedly.

"Yup, but I can't tell you what it is, otherwise it wouldn't be a secret!"

"It's not going to kill the man is it!?" Eisenhower asks worriedly.

"What! No way! It's completely harmless! Even ask Canada!"

The two men looked at their nation with skeptical expressions.

"You two don't believe me?! Oh the horror! To be doubted by my own people! What has the world come too!?"

Marshall and Eisenhower both gave America the are-you-serious face at his overdramatic acting. America proceeded to pout, mumbling about the lack of trust from his people, causing the older men to laugh good naturedly.

"Well, hopefully, the Prime Minister agrees. The sooner the better."

All three of them agree whole-heartedly. This plan could be the ticket to helping them win the war.


I hope you enjoyed the chapter! The Devil's Brigade was a real group and was an American-Canadian commando, so when I learned about it, I had to write this story.

Thank you LadyLazarus33 for Beta Reading this!

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Until next time!