Chapter 1 - Prologue
"Atten-shun! This meeting will come to order! Now, it's true that our invasion of Pokopen hasn't been going super smoothly…."
The speaker was the leader of the five-Keronian platoon - Sergeant Keroro, a green-colored frog with a tendency to get horribly, hilariously, and too often-y sidetracked with inane things. Besides him was his squad: the intelligent but selfish Sergeant-Major Kururu, the loyal but snap-tempered Private Tamama, and-
"We've been here two years you idiot! Not a lick of invasion progress, not a patch of land conquered!"
-the hot-headed Giroro, the Corporal.
"That's not true! We've commissioned this house as a fort!"
"You do chores for three Pokopenians!"
Indeed he did. Keroro lived in the Hinata house, a domicile with a mother and her two children, where he had been "prisoner" since the beginning of the mission.
"Ssh! Don't speak so loud, Natsumi-dono said she'd punch me if we woke her up from her nap."
The mention of the girl's name made Giroro blink, and once his thoughts moved to her, his anger dissipated. "So tell me, what stupid plan do you have this time?"
"Glad you asked! So, if you look at this graph here, I've organized a very telling list of the favorite soft drinks the planet likes to-"
Giroro didn't hear the rest, he was already out of the room.
"H-Hey! Corporal!"
"Kukukuku….Captain, your graph is upside down," Kururu snickered. Ever the malicious type.
"Stupid plan, stupid Keroro, stupid-"
"Hey!"
Giroro froze. He slowly turned around, and bless his heart, it was Natsumi Hinata, with her questioning look and legendary fists she used to pummel Keroro.
"N-Natsumi! I didn't wake you up, right?"
"Nah, I got up myself. You look stressed, though. Stupid frog have another stupid plan?"
"Tch, it involves soda or something. I didn't care even to hear the rest. I'll, uh….be in my tent if you need me…."
"K." She watched him leave the house.
"I'm home!" her brother Fuyuki announced. He was slightly younger, much more naïve, but a trusting friend to Keroro, unlike Natsumi.
"Oh hey. Where were you?"
"At the library! I…think someone was following me, though," Fuyuki locked the door. "What's the Sarge up to?"
"He went inside, milady."
Outside the house was the cowering Momoka Nishizawa and her loyal butler, Paul Moriyama. She was the richest girl in Japan! Sadly, her money couldn't make up for her crippling anxiety around the boy she loved, Fuyuki.
"Darn it….and he thinks I was stalking him, too!"
"Miss, maybe you should try the direct approach."
Momoka gasped and dropped her headset (read: for not stalking). "You mean…t-tell him? I….don't think I'm prepared!"
"Nonsense. I have faith in you!"
Inspired by Paul's words, Momoka quickly ran up to the door and rang the bell. This is it. I'm going to be honest! No more games!
The door creaked open….
"F-Fuyuki, I…..I wanted to say…." She looked up, and froze.
"Oh hello, Momoka-san!" It was Angol Mois, the *other* alien living in the house. She had a bandana on and a broom in her hand, which meant she was doing Keroro's chores again. "What were you saying about Fuyuki?"
"….NOTHING!"
Momoka turned bright red and jumped over the (wrong) side of the fence.
"Who's there?!" Giroro came out of his tent, gun in a hand, but frowned when he saw the spazzing-out Momoka. "Oh, it's you….Tamama is still with Keroro."
"AUGH! Why can't I say it?! Why am I such a coward?!" Momoka banged the ground with her dainty little fists. "I should just give up!"
"Calm down…" Giroro put the gun in the holster. "Speak your mind, soldier."
"H-Huh? Corporal Giroro….you don't have any hidden spy microphones on you, right?"
"Not on you," he said cryptically, eyes darting back and forth. His ears caught a distinct snapping sound, and before he knew it, a harsher, stronger Momoka had lived him up.
"Promise?!"
She was known as Dark Momoka, her split personality. At the drop of a hat, her - and Tamama - were capable of shredding the cutesy look both of them had to something much more violent.
"Yes! Now put me down!"
"Hmph! Wait a minute…..maybe you can help me."
"Help you?"
The Hinatas had a neighbor - the cheerful but eccentric kunoichi Koyuki Azumaya, who lived with the last member of Keroro's platoon: the forgotten Lance Corporal Dororo.
"Wow! Isn't that Momoka's limo?"
"Indeed it is…..is she with Fuyuki-san?"
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So Giroro sat across from Momoka. She looked like she had just come up with her most brilliant idea to date, and it gave the Corporal a slight chill.
"An alliance! I want Fuyuki's heart, and I know you want the heart of his sister."
"GUH?! T-That's not true!" Giroro stammered. He was redder than his entire body.
"Don't deny it! Don't you see?" Momoka's quills went soft. "If our dreams came true, we'd be in-laws! And we're both been unsuccessful, after all this time….love is my specialty, Giroro-san!"
The Corporal cleaned his gun, trying to look away. "You've got it easier, Momoka. Not only are you the same age group as Fuyuki, you're the same species."
"So what?! Love transcends all boundaries!"
"Tch…..I care about Natsumi too much to manipulate her. So whatever crazy scheme you have in mind, count me out."
Dejected, Momoka leaned back. "It's not a scheme…..it's an alliance."
"I said no."
"Oh, please!" The heiress clasped her hands together. "You're the one that lives near Fuyuki, I can't even be in the same room around being a spaz!"
"And you're near Natsumi often?" Giroro scoffed.
"We all go to the same high school now, so I can t-try. Please, Corporal. We might not have much in common…..but a victim of love always helps another."
The Corporal was silent for the rest of the ride. He kept cleaning and kept thinking. It may be taboo to win Natsumi's love, but she had captivated him ever since she evaded his traps and defeated him. She was the *only* Pokopenian that understood him. And if Keroro could waste time, so could he?
"….one condition."
"Huh?"
Giroro glared at her. "We're in this together, got that? You don't stop helping me if you make it first. And you don't tell Fuyuki."
"Yes! Your squad can't know, either, they'll just get in the way…."
"Mm-hmm. So how do you want to do this?" Giroro took out a knife. "Blood pact sound cool?"
"No! We can just sign a contract!"
Thus began the love alliance between Giroro and Momoka, two people….er, Pokopenian and Keronian…..or maybe human and frog….yearning the love of a Hinata.
If only they knew the chaos that would follow….
FIN
Ending notes: Part of my idea to begin stories in smaller sections to see if it gets enough interest. This was one such idea, floating around. Sgt. Frog is hiliarous! (especially the dub). The approach I had in mind was sort of a pov, like naming chapters after [character] [number]. There's even a side idea with Keroro, Tamama, and Mois I had in mind that I felt wouldn't be the best thing on its own.
So uh...hope you enjoy.
