The Rules of War, Chapter one

Author: Bellakatalina

Rating- T

Disclaimer- I don't own Gossip Girl

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"There is nothing so likely to produce peace as to be well prepared to meet the enemy."

George Washington

Chapter One

As she stepped of the plane she sighed softly. This had not been her idea. Blair Waldorf would never have volunteered as a nurse on her own free will.

Her mother, Eleanor, had thought it a splendid idea, a method of introducing her daughter to successful, young military men. With the growing threat of war approaching more and more eligible men were volunteering or being drafted for war. What better way was there for her daughter to capture their attention than by volunteering alongside them.

Not that Blair Waldorf would actually see any of the horrors of war or any demeaning work. Of course not.

Thankfully, the Waldorf name allowed them certain connections. Their wealth had secured Blair to be as far away from the action as possible and to keep busy working at a desk or over-seeing the new recruits.

Blair admired the beautiful scenery around her as she stepped onto the solid land of O'ahu. She had heard of the exquisiteness of Hawaii, but Blair had never experienced it first hand.

The other women seemed very devoted to the United States Nurse Corps, many had all ready even worked as nurses. Instead of training to be a nurse, Blair had earned her Bachelor's of Science at Vassar, quite as good as an ivy league education but where females were actually permitted.

The other nurses and she waited for their commanding officer to further inform them of their instructions. She new the gist of the situation; they would be assigned to their stations; given overviews of their responsibilities; assigned housing; and then the rest of the day would be theirs to adjust to their new surroundings.

Blair fell into line with the other women as their superior greeted them as a whole. Hopefully, this war would end quickly, and she could return home. These people did not belong in her world.

She followed in line behind the others, still unbelieving of the fact that she would be responding to others orders. She prayed silently that her advanced position would quickly be mentioned to the others.

Because I am better than them.

Blair straightened her posture and raised her chin in the air as she repeated her mantra to herself following the line of nurses.

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The morning had not gone as well as Blair had hoped. The living situation left much to be desired. She would be sharing a small house, if it could be called that, with three other nurses. They had their own little community of army homes in Pearl Harbor.

After unpacking her few belongings she was allowed to bring, she made a hasty exit not wanting to converse with her housemates.

The beach was a short walk away from their living courters and Blair decided a walk on the shore would be just the thing to soothe her unhappiness.

She removed her shoes and let her feet relish in the feeling of the warm sand in between her toes.

Maybe Hawaii won't be too bad.

If she had to volunteer somewhere at least she was in paradise. Her parents had to go through their connections to ensure their precious daughter would be as far away from the action as possible.

Groups of people were lying out on the beach, and another more boisterous group was laughing loudly through a game of sand volleyball.

Laughing and having fun were not quite the emotions expected when the United States was on the brink of getting involved in war.

Blair admired the friends playing. Everyone was so carefree. The group seemed to center around a tall blonde who commanded everyone's attention. Blair understood why, she was beautiful. Here long wavy hair flowed in the light sea breeze. Her golden skin was had been perfectly kissed by the sun.

The ball was hit out of control and began to fly into Blair's direction. She watched the ball roll to a slow stop and contemplated going after it before seeing the blonde had come to fetch it.

"Sorry about that." She smiled. "I hope we didn't throw any sand on you or anything."

Blair shook her head in response.

"Oh good. I'm Serena by the way."

Blair put on her polite smile before extending her hand. "Blair Waldorf."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Blair. You can join in on the game if you like?" Serena offered politely.

Blair turned her eyes back to the group who were impatiently waiting on their friend.

"No thanks. I've never played." Blair replied honestly.

"Oh we can teach you. I'm sure you'd catch on quickly!" Her enthusiasm almost convinced her.

"No, I probably shouldn't. I just arrived today. I was just taking a break and decided to walk down to the ocean for a moment."

"Okay then, but you have to come out tonight! I am a volunteer at the USO. It's where the party is every night! I can introduce you to everyone."

Blair smiled at her friendliness.

"I suppose I could stop by for a bit."

"Sounds great! I'm sure you've been shown around the base already. Did they show you the center?" Serena asked happy her new acquaintance would be coming out that evening.

"Yes, I can get there."

"Well, I better get back to the game," Serena said as she heard her friends yelling at her to return. "See you tonight, Blair."

"Goodbye, Serena." Blair answered as she to went on her own way.

At least there was something to look forward to.

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The loud music could be heard down the street as Blair nervously approached. The humid night air was making her dress stick to her body. She apprehensively tugged at the skirt of her dress hoping to smooth it out.

She had spent so much time trying on different dresses and fixing her hair. She hoped she looked appropriate.

Soldiers were standing around catcalling and whistling so obviously they did not disapprove of her current appearance.

Blair took a deep breath as she stepped through the door of the USO center. Hopefully Serena would spot her quickly. She really didn't want to wonder around the building with so many people watching her unable to find her.

It was quite the opposite actually. As soon as she entered she saw Serena, the center attention, surrounded by many soldiers. She looked on at their adoration of her before deciding perhaps this what not what she had expected. No one had even looked up from their drinks to examine her. She was not used to this, she was Blair Waldorf after all.

"Hello, sweetheart." A dark haired man greeted her eyeing her approvingly.

"Excuse me?" Blair asked surprised at his audacity to greet her in such a familiar way.

"You must be one of the new broads who just came in." he continued to talk to her.

"How do you know?" Blair asked annoyed at his presumption.

"Because I would remember a pair of gams like those." He said as he eyed her legs.

Blair's cheeks began to flush from anger and embarrassment.

"How dare-" but she was cut-off before she could finish.

"Blair, you made it!" Serena said as she wrapped her arm through the petite girls arm.

"Scram, Chuck." Serena said as she noticed her company.

"No, friendly hello?" Chuck asked when he noticed her scowl. "How about I get us around of drinks, and we get to know each other more intimately?"

"Don't listen to any of his lines." Serena said as she began to pull Blair away.

"It was a pleasure, Blair, hopefully I will see you at this joint more often." He smirked as he made his way to the bar.

Blair rolled her eyes in response

Hopefully not.

"C'mon, let me introduce you to everyone." Serena smiled as she dragged Blair to her table.

"Everyone this is Blair."

Blair offered a friendly wave to the eyes that were looking up at her.

Serena's happiness was contagious. Blair smiled as she was introduced individually to each of Serena's friends. Most were soldiers, but there were a few females.

Too many names were passing through Serena's lips to keep up with them all though.

"and I am Nathanial Archibald." The handsome young man interrupted Serena before she could do the honors. His boy-next-door looks caught Blair's attention.

"Nice to meet you." She replied as she offered her hand. Blair knew this was one name she wouldn't easily forget.

Maybe this place won't be bad at all.

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A/N

Hey everyone this is my new idea I am working on. Let me know if you would be interested in a WWII historical fiction, and I will keep working on it.

I will try as hard as possible to keep everything as historically accurate as possible, but I will have to take some creative liberties. If there is anything I mess up just tell me.

Love it, hate it? Let me know. This is a test chapter to see if anyone is interested.