The war that will end all wars.
How naive
. . .
Munich, Germany, 1933
"People of Germany, Give me four years." The man spoke with agitation, his body shaking with passion. "And, I swear to you, as true as I have accepted this office, so I shall leave it then. For I have not taken it for gain or wages…"
"...But for your sake alone!"
He truly is great.
The crowd inhaled the pledge with silence. Together, they raised straightened arms with undeviated voices,
"Heil Hitler!"
"Heil Hitler!"
"Heil Hitler!"
Germany took in Hitler's speech with widened ice blue eyes.
Their country was going to be great again, no doubt with the man's determination. A mere soldier, not even at a widely respected rank, could receive the rarest honor at his level. His bravery, the man lead Germans down the streets to rampage for the future of the country. Germany could almost feel the glory of the past days, the Prussian Empire who had no fears, with not even Russia could frighten the them. The shame of losing the Great War will be forgotten and a new Germany will rise above the rest of the world, showing how powerful the descendants of Germania truly are under the rule of the Nazis.
Ludwig lifted his head from the protective shadows of his army hat and found his eyes met piercing ruby ones.
"We're gonna be great again Luddy"
Germany's older brother, Prussia shamelessly showed the message and a ghost of a smirk appeared on his face.
Germany couldn't help but to twitch one of his rare smiles from the corners of his lips.
For the People
Heil Hitler
. . .
Rome, Italy, 1922
"Ciao! You're the new Prime Minister, Mussolini. Right? Nice to see you again! I'm Italia Venetian and this is Romano, mio fratello,Sud Italia!" Italy babbled in a cheerful tone, hoping to leave a good impression with his new superior. "We're the personifications of Italy and pasta tastes delicious!"
"Yes, very nice to meet you Generale di Brigata " Mussolini said quickly and seemed to want to end the conversation quickly.
Italy flinched at the use of his military title, since most people will either address him as 'Feliciano' or 'Italy'. He prefers people not associating his name with the slaughter house of humankind, the military. Nevertheless, Italy kept his smile despite the failed effort of a nice discussion. Beside the cheery nation stood his other half, Romano who was scowling at Mussolini and was muttering something along the lines like 'bastardo', which was his usual greeting to figures of authority. Or just anybody in general.
So the era of war has finally ended, hasn't it?
Living a life on the battlefield has been truly terrifying, the German armies using what they call 'Lightning War' and poisonous tear gas during the World War. The confusion at which side to take, the Central Powers or the Triple Entente was horrible. It was so painful to watch Mr. Austria's expression when Italy announced to join the others after a year of watching the two sides battle. Those lavender irises revealed shock before they wiped solemn words across them.
'We're enemies from now on'
The surprise on Ms. Hungary's face and the cheery smile that vanished was so heart breaking.
Italy bit his lips at the memories. He and Romano had to make the choice that will sacrifice less people and the Triple Entente were succeeding in pushing back for a year so they had to make the decision.
But, things like that would never ever happen again, right?
That was the last battle to solve all problems, right?
No more war, right?
Of course, Feliciano reassured himself. Besides, Mussolini was never a big fan of war anyways, he had insisted on not joining the Great War. With him, there'll be no more deaths on the battlefield and no one will suffer heavy losses anymore.
No one would feel the agony that Italy felt when Grandpa Rome died.
Or when he realized that the Holy Roman Empire was never coming back.
No one will ever suffer like him...
...Right?
For the People
The end of all wars.
. . .
Busan, Korea, 1910
"Kiku, please don't do this" Korea begged, tears were prickling at the corner of his eyes.
South Korea's twin brother, North Korea glared daggers at Japan. But fear could be seen behind those amber eyes.
"I'm helping you. The Empire of Japan will make Asia great. We'll be powerful, different from the past under the rule of Japan." Japan spoke monotonously, his eyes completely rid of any emotion, he knew they were blank.
An empty void different than his usual murky irises.
As a soldier, no, as a country itself, he cannot have any lingering thoughts, there is no pity on the battlefield.
War changes people, it changed him to a soulless creature and Japan knows this. That's what made him battle China without a single thought of guilt. He won easily against the measly prepared Chinese army. But, Japan knew that there was no honor in that battle, Yao was stricken with pain on the battlefield from people revolving against the Qing Dynasty rule and barely had any strength left to fight him.
Even so, honor does not exist there's only war, nothing else. Another useful tip Japan learned from those Westerners. One day you are friends, the next day could lead to betrayal.
To survive this cruel world is to cross that line of trust and break through the barrier of sanity.
It was torture crossing it, like it was torment to stab China in the back with his katana. That's when he killed the human side of Japan.
Yet, that's what made him powerful.
"Also, from now on, it's Japan." Japan said softly "Kiku died a long time ago."
In some twisted way Japan found it amusing that the twins' eyes widened in fear.
This is just the beginning of a war
For the People
Next is you, China