AN: Hey guys, I'm back with another multi-chapter story! Can you believe it!? Yep, this is not a one-shot, but a full out story...I'm so proud of myself. Well any who, since many people have enjoyed my Cinderella version of Iron Man, I have decided to start a Mulan version of Captain America (sort of - you'll know what I mean soon) and it will also be another story for my Avengers/Disney series. Don't be fooled by the title, this is a Mulan story, not The Little Mermaid.

As for now, this is only a test run to see if people want to read this, so enjoy the show.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for any made up characters in this story.

The Little Russian Soldier

Prologue

All is quiet in the peaceful town of Tonsberg, Norway. Even in the midst of what is thought to be the worst war in history, between the Axis Powers of Germany, Italy, and Japan, and the Allies: Britain, France, the Soviet Union, the United States, and many others, the town manages to stay out of the line of fire. The people there thank the gods themselves for giving them this blessing, but they still live with a bit of caution as the Nazis continue their advances northwards towards Norway. They are also especially nervous because within their quaint town is a secret; a secret that was given to them as a gift from the gods of old themselves.

To be cautious, the town has set-up numerous watches and patrols around the borders of the town, and a few yards away is an Allied military base meant to assist the military units in the vicinity, along with any Allied troops in the areas up north. The military base is massive, but hasn't been majorly ambushed yet. But that will all soon change.

A local patrolman is on his usual route along the shorelines of the town. The darkness of the night, along with the ominous fog that just rolled in, makes the patrol all the more foreboding, and the young man grips his rifle tighter and pulls it closer to his body.

'Something doesn't feel right,' the man ponders in his head as he pauses on his hike and looks out into the sea, even though there isn't much to see in the dense fog. Leaning on a rail, the young man props his rifle next to him and is about to light a cigarette, when he hears something faint out in the water. The sound is too faint to be able to properly identify, so giving it no thought, he lights his cigarette and begins smoking.

Then, a few moments later, a small boat comes up to shore and a few men step off. Forgetting about the proper procedure of dealing with suspicious activities, the young patrolman leans further off the rail to try to see the men, who seem to be too preoccupied with something on their ship to notice his presence. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, they begin to unload some things from their vessel and place it on their back. Realizing that they must have not seen him due to the fog, the young man uses that to his advantage and takes out his spy glass to get a better look through the dense fog. What he sees next makes him nearly drop it.

On the shores were soldiers, and while their strange helmets and dark uniform completely covers their bodies, they all have the Nazi band on their arms and the HYDRA patch beneath it - they have come.

Without thinking, the foolish patrolman yells out to them, "HEY! STOP WHERE YOU ARE!" This immediately stops the men in their tracks, and they all look towards the young man, but it is too late...

For the patrolman.

Within seconds more ships and tanks begin to swarm the shores, seeming to come out of nowhere, along with even more soldiers until the beach is filled to the brim with them, and the young man could only stare in horror. He is soon snapped out of his shock when shots were being fired right at him; forgetting his rifle, the man makes a run for one of the alarm posts set so that in case of an attack, the town can be warned and prepare themselves. As he ran, a shot manages to hit the back of his right shoulder, sending him to the ground.

However, he doesn't even feel the pain and crawls back on his feet, rushes to the alarm pole, and pulls it. After hearing the alarms blare all over the town, the fatigue, pain, and blood lost finally begins to affect the young man, and he falls to the ground, leaning on the pole for support and clutching his injured shoulder in agony. When he lifts his head up, he realizes that he is surrounded by HYDRA soldiers, all pointing their rifles at him.

Knowing that calling for help is futile, the patrolman sits up straighter, still using the pole for support, and stares up at the HYDRA soldiers in defiance. "You'll never get what you seek!" the man yells in his native tongue.

The soldiers didn't show any reaction to the young man's exclamation; instead, they parted to let their leader through. The leader is a tall, middle-age man and his name is Johann Schmidt. Schmidt bends down to the sitting man's eye level, and in a heavy German accent, he replies, "Oh. Ve'll just see about that." He then pulls out his personal handgun and fires at the poor younger man, killing him instantly.

After putting away his gun, and looking at the corpse of the patrolman is disgust, Schmidt turns to his soldiers and orders them to attack the helpless town, mainly to clear a path to an ancient church.

At the base, all is pandemonium as soldiers rush about to get their weapons, messengers send out coded alert notices, and men give out orders, trying to organize the chaos.

The military base is being attacked.

When they heard the alarm from the nearby town, they immediately send out the handful of men ready to investigate, only to find out that this wasn't a small attack... it was a full on invasion. The news from the on-site radio operator shook everyone to their core as the man practically yells into the communication device, begging for back-up as his fellow soldiers get pummeled by the oncoming enemy. The colonel in charge is doing his best to send the back-up, but they weren't ready. The attack came out of nowhere with no warning at all, and he could only look away in sadness and slight terror as the radio operator on the other side screams. Shots were fired before the radio went dead.

All is silent as everyone in the room looks up at the colonel, who was still inexperienced to this sort of attack since he had only just gotten his position a few weeks ago; though he is young, the man only looked older as the seconds tick by. Then, he looks up and gives his orders, "Sound the alarm. We have a code red! I repeat! A CODE RED! Get all men to their stations! NOW!"

"Yes sir!" came the replies from the men in the room as they rush to their stations and sound the alarms, while also yelling into the intercoms. The base is now on high alert, and foot soldiers are sent out as soon as they assemble.

However, the enemy still had the element of surprise, and they somehow also have the number on their side. Then, as what seems like an endless sea of soldiers surge towards the base, the Allied troops were able to organize themselves enough to finally return fire successfully enough to push them back a little bit. But that victory is short-lived as more HYDRA/Nazi soldiers push forward with their superior artillery. It was their massive tanks and heavy artillery, against the base's rounds of bullets, grenades, and few fully operational howitzers. Things were not looking good.

The battle rages on for what seemed like hours to the remaining people inside the base, and on the outside, numerous men have fallen and the enemy is pushing through. The colonel is getting nervous as multiple reports come flying in, all saying the same thing: "They have breached the base."

Struck on its very foundations, the building begins to shake as the tanks fire upon the grounds compound. Thinking on his feet, the young colonel orders the radio operators to send out a distress signal to the Allies' main Headquarters and any other bases in any way they can, including homing pigeons. And quick to follow his orders, everyone did as they were told. The colonel looks on at the determined, yet frightened, looks of his men, and as the building shakes again, even he realizes that this is going to be the end, 'We are not going to make it through the night.'

With the last of the signals and messages sent, everyone begins to pack up any lose paper works in a mad dash, but a bigger explosion stops everyone in their tracks in shock as they all steady themselves. Wanting to preserve his men's life, the colonel yells at the top of his lungs, "GET OUT OF HERE! MOVE! MOVE!"

But then, one perfectly aimed missile landed at the center of the compound, making the entire building explode in a big ball of fire. The raging inferno blazed for hours, and when it slowly died down, nothing is left standing. No one survived. Except for one...

The colonel was able to survive the brunt of the explosion and the flames by hiding underneath some rubble, but he is still critically injured, with most of his body slightly burned from the heat. It took awhile for his eyes to stop watering and to be able to see clearly, and when it did, all he could do is look on in horror at the carnage and fire around him. The sky has even darkened due to the plumes of smoke, so it was impossible to tell if it is morning yet. "No. No," he mutters to himself, bowing his weary head down in defeat; however, the sound of coming foot steps snaps him out of it. Grunting in pain, the injured man crawls out of the rubble and goes to the sparking radio console, praying that it managed to send its messages in time.

When he got to the radio station, he sees a dead body lying on top of it: it was the body of a young man, barely out of high school, 'and now he's dead,' he mutters sadly in his head. Gently moving the body aside, he sees a red, blinking light from the console, a sign that their message has been sent. The sound of foot steps on rubble becomes louder, and stops right behind him. It didn't even surprise the injured colonel, he knows who they belong to.

"Now vhat do ve have here?" a sinister voice asks mockingly, seeming to enjoy the misery and death before him. Putting on a brave face, the colonel turns around and faces the leader of HYDRA himself.

"Schmidt," he spats out, almost as if it were poison on his tongue.

"Ah, so you've heard of me," the said man smirks and stands over the man on the floor.

Ignoring the man's mockery, the colonel says in defiance, "It's too late. They all know you are here."

Looking down at the man, and then at the blinking light, Schmidt turns around and grabs a slightly charred American flag. Gripping the flag in his hands, he rips it to shreds, before drawing out his gun, pointing it at the young colonel.

"Perfect."

Just so we're clear, even though this takes place during WWll, many facts about the time period is going to be changed so the story works and makes sense, so I'm so sorry for any historical inaccuracies, and I'm also sorry for any military inaccuracies, I have never written anything like this before.

Also, updates will be very sparse due to school - hey, high school isn't a walk in the park you know - but I will try to not leave you hanging for too long.

So leave your comments, suggestions, and/or questions in the reviews, and I will see you next time.