Dislcaimer: Hetalia is not mine, it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Human AU, WWII, Pacific War. English isn't my first language, but i did my best.
Alfred Jones trudge through the wild, scary jungle and take a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing from his nostrils like a dragon. He's twenty years old and have been in this hell for no more than a month now. There is a dull exhaustion about him, and he don't know how much more of this bullshit he can take. On the outside, he come across as confident, loud, and a little bit crazy, but deep down, he is just a kid, they're all are. All he want is to go home, where it's safe and warm, and the food is good, and, he hate to admit it to himself, but his Mom is there to make everything right. He repeat in his head like a silent mantra. I want to go home. But there'll be no more of that. No more home cooked Apple Pie, no more nights spent in the countryside, no more soft words of people who love him. He better just toughen up, and make himself hard and brave, that's the only way to survive in this harsh new world. He's no more than a boy, forced to become a man before he were ready.
When he was a happy little kid, he used to dream of all kinds of things. Flying, being president, having a million dollars, you name it. But now his dreams are peppered with explosions, rain, death and blood. All of his terrors in the waking world come to haunt him, even in his sleep. He dream about be killed by a sniper bullet, he dream with bombs exploding in the jungle, killing all his buddies. He dream about angry Japs, coming after him with bayonets and guns and bombs and grenades. But every once in a while, he dream about happier days, like helping his Mom with the cooking, or playing with his brother after the school. But these dreams are few and far between, a merciful break from the nightmares.
He hides behind a rock, fingers clutching to his rifle for dear life, his mind silently begging, please God don't kill me, I'm not ready, Dad please save me, please protect me, God please let this be a dream. But of course, there's no Dad to save him now. And this sure as hell not a dream. The only people he can trust now are himself and his buddies. He sit, hunched, half-waiting for some Jap to come out of nowhere and shoot him in the goddamn head or drive the razor-sharp blade of his bayonet into the soft skin of his stomach, but he continue to remain unseen.
This safety can't last forever. Soon, He will be back in the hell that is the South Pacific, in that remote island forget by the Lord.
The Pacific War, sometimes called the Asia-Pacific War, was the theater of WWII that was fought in the Pacific and East Asia. It was fought over a vast area that included the Paficic Ocean Island, and were the wost theater for the Americans during the war.