Step by Step
Heart to heart
Left, Right, Left
We all fall
Down…
Arthur fell to his knees again. Did the bombs never stop? His soldiers pulled him into their ranks, quickly taking him to a medic. The needle barley hurt next to pulsating agony of the blast. His body was covered with these scars now. Since he'd been involved in the war Lud- No, Germany, had bombed him non-stop. Arthur lost the fight with consciousness.
Step by Step
Francis ran through the war-torn streets of Ardennes, looking for his soldiers. He splashed through a couple of dirty puddles; rounding a corner he saw advancing German soldiers. They opened fire as he turned and ran in the other direction. Fuck, these Germans were going to be the end of him. Japanese forces stopped him at another corner. He'd been fighting a hard fight for six-weeks, and he was growing weaker by the minute. He didn't know how much he could take, or for how much longer. There were forces at the Maginot line, and were close to taking it. A great tear forced him to his knees.
"France may have lost the Battle, but France has not lost the war. Vichy France is under Axis occupation; we work as La France Libre!"
Heart to Heart
Left, Right, Left
After a month of fighting, Feliks fell to the Germans. Tired but war-hungry, Feliks recreated his army in the West. He now fought on air, land and sea. He fought hard, and with a price. Ghastly gashes covered his midsection from where he was fighting himself as much as the Germans. Damn their occupation! Sky dark, Feliks ran way ahead of his infantry and into the occupied sector. Rounding a corner he fired at some unsuspecting German and Italian soldiers. They had numbers and speed over him, however. Racing away, Feliks took a bullet to his shoulder. Crying out, he fell, crawling to get away. He drug himself into an alley, trying to locate his own soldiers. Luckily one of them found him and helped him back to the medic tent.
We all fall Down
Like Toy Soldiers…
Ivan fought long, and Ivan fought hard, this war was taking a lot out of him, and he knew he'd carry this scar forever. Running through the streets of the so named 'Eastern front' Ivan had to worry about both the German and Finnish forces. Creeping through alleys, a large gash opened on his side. Damn! The Japanese! Growling he ran through the snow and tried to locate his soldiers. Rounding a corner he saw a friendly face.
"You're a zight for zore eyes."
"Thought you might say that, here are your supplies. They're being air-dropped to your military base, perhaps you should get back there?"
"Like hell, I hef to fint my battalion. Got separated by Finnish fire."
"Oh, well, I guess I see you later, Ivan."
"Zame to you, Alfred." Alfred signaled up and a rope ladder dropped down. As Alfred airlifted out, Ivan ran towards where he thought he heard gunfire. Though it seemed he even heard gunfire in his sleep these days. He burst in upon the scene.
"Blin!" Well, he'd found his battalion, time to fight with them!
Bit by Bit
Torn Apart
Yao panted; this was too much excitement for an old man. He chuckled to himself, old man? He didn't look any older than any of the other recruits. His own brother was attacking him, he'd already taken Taiwan and Philippines, and was working on taking him, the mainland. Alfred's flying tigers weren't due for two more weeks, and that might be two weeks too long. He'd never expected the first attack, but he became more jaded as time passed. He already carried poorly healing cuts, he knew more were on their way.
"You can't win, Yao!"
"I can keep from dying at your hands!"
"Everyone dies, Yao, there's a soldier out here, somewhere, carrying the bullet for you."
"You'll never take me, Kiku!"
"Brave words for an old man."
"Damn right." Yao fired at his brother before retreating to his camp, where Kiku could not follow.
We Never Win
Matthew ducked into a trench as a grenade blast went over his head. God, how he hated war. Here he was, with his soldiers, dying in a foreign land. His casualties were becoming greater and greater by the day, no, by the hour! It had built his navy and his air force, but they were caught up in meeting Italian and Japanese forces in the air and on the sea. German forces were battering him on the ground. An Italian soldier threw a grenade into his trench. Fuck. He scrambled out as fast he could rolling over god-knows-what and into another trench as the explosion rocked him. A woman screamed, apparently one of his had not been quick enough. He rushed back over. The woman, if she could be called that now, was little more than a screaming upper half, covered in her own blood. She grabbed at Matthew's uniform, calling out to someone she knew, seeing someone only she could see.
"Mon cher, je suis désolé." Yet another to be buried here, instead of her home. It reminded him of a saying from his and Alfred's Revolutionary days: When you can't walk, you crawl.
But the Battle
Alfred winced against the pain of his wound. It was the wound that'd gotten him into this war, Pearl Harbor. He remembered the brutal attack; he was a neutral country until then, now he was involved. He supplied Ivan, was sending Yao Flying Tigers, and was fighting against the German forces on the ground, Italian in the sky, and Japanese on the sea. He was in some god-forsaken trench, exchanging grenades and gunfire with the enemy. He let loose rounds, and was suddenly caught by few, unable to get down fast enough. Shit, that hurt!
"Jones! You okay?"
"No, I'm hit!"
"Get him the fuck outta there, and to a medic!" His own soldiers grabbed him, carrying him away, clutching his chest.
"Give it up Alfred!" A mocking Italian voice followed him as he lost the fight with conciseness. And when you can't do that, You find someone to carry you.
Rages on
Ludwig smiled sitting next to his two best friends, Kiku and Feliciano. The dark of war shone in his eyes, reflected in Feliciano's and Kiku's as well. They had puppet states, friends in fighting, collaborator states, and controversial allies. Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Finland, Iraq, Thailand, San Marino, Yugoslavia, India, Argentina, Denmark, Norway, Spain, Sweden. The states: Manchuko, Mengjiang, Philippines, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Burma, Montenegro, Slovakia (Tiso regime), Serbia (Nedic regime), Albania, Vardar Macedonia, Independent State of Croatia, Pindus, and the Vichy regime of France. He didn't bother with human names, when he made a better world then he would bother with names. When they were through, the world would turn on a new Axis, on the Axis Powers.
For Toy Soldiers
Author's note: Wow, that was kinda dark...^^'. Well, it's supposed to be, this fic will go through WWII and to the resolution. And if i get enough reviews, it will go on to the Cold War as well. Thanks and Review!
Translations:
La France Libre! - (French) Free France, this was established after the Germans took Vichy France
Blin! - (Russian) Fuck!
Mon cher, je suis désolé - (Canadian-French) My dear, I'm sorry
Song: Toy Soldiers by Eminem
