Okay, so this is a series of chapters on the Vietnam war... It is a tragedy, so if you don't like sad endings, turn back now! Okay, so, as far as I understand, here is the beginning!

I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/

France had shown up at her door, not too long after Japan had been forced out by America. North Vietnam had already heard the news; the world was at peace again. Or so they desperately wanted to believe. Now, the less-than-healthy looking nation had shown up at her door, and his demand was not one she wanted to hear.

"You're coming back with me now. Cambodia and Laos, too. Why don't you go fetch them?" He was smiling, as if he'd already beaten her.

She scowled, crossing her arms. "No. I'm going to learn from America how to be my own nation again, and I will have nothing more to do with you." Her sister, South Vietnam, came up from the back of the house then, eyes wide as she saw France. "Why's he here?"

"I'm here to take you back, whether America has put stupid ideas in your head or not!" France snapped, not in the best of moods after all he'd been through. He kept a hand on his gun, knowing how rebellious both sisters could be.

"No, you won't! America will help us fight you!" North Vietnam insisted, having gotten along very well with the blonde while he'd been hanging around here. South Vietnam nodded fervently, one hand snaking forward to hold on to her sister's sleeve.

France sneered. "America? Help you? Oh, that's right... You have no way of knowing..." He put his hand to his forehead, as if he'd made some silly mistake, mocking them. North Vietnam watched with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to explain himself. He finally did, after chuckling.

"He's leaving. Because we all agreed things would be better that way," France said with a smirk, hand on the doorframe now. He didn't mention his threats to ally with the Soviet Union if he didn't get his Indochina back, of course, since there was no reason they needed to know this. Both girls' eyes widened. "No! But he said, he said we were right..." South Vietnam said, lower lip seeming to tremble slightly.

North Vietnam glared. "We won't come with you, with or without America's support!"

France thought she would regret those words. He didn't know how wrong he was...

Several Years Later....

France panted, feeling exhausted and dirty as the fire of both Vietnam's guns filled the air. This was not going how he had planned. Not how he had planned at all.

Now, he was trapped against a wall, with no supplies able to get in, and no one able to get out. And he knew, from prior experiences, that the Vietnam twins were far less than merciful. There could be no surrender against their guerilla tactics.

As he collapsed against the wall, he noticed the absence of gunfire. He silently groaned, as that was never a good sign. It meant they were sneaking around still, and probably setting up a more powerful attack of some sort. Maybe even an explosion, which could be very painful indeed.

Suddenly, however, a grinning face practically obscured his vision- and the cold barrel of a gun nearly stopped his breath.

He was forced to his feet by another set of arms, and the gun continued to prod him, though in the back this time. "Come on, get going!" North Vietnam jabbed him in the back, nearly sending him stumbling forward.

They made their way through the jungle, with France getting scratched up significantly by the shrubbery he was forced through. By the time they finally reached the shore line, he was gasping for breath. Since when were both Vietnams so much more fit than him?

They pushed him down to the ground. "Get out, and never come back."

France blinked. They weren't going to kill him? His hesitation, however, caused North Vietnam to shoot not too far from where his hand was. "I said go!"

France scrambled to his feet, and ran, as a couple more shots were fired to remind him to hurry.

The girls cheered, hugging each and high fiving at their victory. Sure, there would be a lot of work afterwards, but at least now they didn't have another country ruling them... They could start anew, and become a great nation once again...

France's head hung in shame. Defeated by a couple of girls... How much more could his reputation be trampled on? This would be the end of the French empire...

/AN/ Okay, so, when WWII ended, France wanted to get their colonies in Indochina (Southeast Asia) back. However, the American agents in place in Vietnam afterward said that Vietnam was ready to be its own country, and so most of the Allies said it would be a good idea to give them independence. However, France threatened to ally with the Soviet Union if they couldn't have those countries back, and so the American agents withdrew, leaving Vietnam to France. After quite a few years, Vietnam defeated France, humiliating them in the battle of Diem Biem Phu (that might be misspelled...). So, that's this chapter! If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I will answer as best I can!