Note: I know it's been a while since I have posted here. I have been posting to diviantart (my name there is culinary-alchemist) Since I have so many it would take forever to upload. Well I wanted to share something with you guys. This is my new AU. I hope you enjoy it.

This is how the fic came to be:

I was listening to "Brothers" by Dean Brody (there will be elements of this song tucked into the fic. It is not based off it though) and this fic flashed before my eyes. While it's fictional 1940's I was inspired by World War 2. In dress and the feel. Men leaving, women and children working.

Some other changes. Just like in OST Mikey is younger, but also Leo and Raph are twins, while Donnie a couple years younger than they are.

Everything will fall into place. I don't mean offend anyone with this fic. It's just something that came into my head. I wrote about 3,800 words while on airplanes and down time during my vacation. Most of it was on the plan.

Unlike OST This will be on continuous story and there will be no back and forth. I am not sure how long this will run. I do have a bunch of ideas in my head on where I want to.

The country was at war. No one was safe not mutants or humans. The president ordered a draft. Mothers worried for their sons. Fathers were pound to see their sons enlist. The Hamato family was not speared.

Leonardo was the eldest at 21 he was already enrolled in the military, long before the draft was issued. He followed in his father's footsteps. Next was his twin brother

Raphael, he enrolled in the military when the draft was issued. Prior to joining the military he worked in a steel mill.

Donatello, was only 19 enrolled in college to be come a doctor. He would not be drafted as soldier, but if the need came he would go and become a medic for the injured during the war.

Then there was Michelangelo. He was only ten. He was in a blended school for mutants and human children.

"Daddy," Mikey said, "why do my brothers have to leave? I will miss them."

The wise rat looked down at the youngest of his turtle sons, "it is an honor to fight for your country my child. I am proud of your brothers."

"And Nie can stay 'cause he's going to be a doctor right?" Mikey asked looking up from his school work.

"That's correct. Another noble profession."

"Will you have to go to war too?" Mikey's bright blue eyes looked sad. It was a well known fact the Hamato Yoshi was an excellent general.

Splinter hesitated. He was not free from the military. Even with a ten-year-old. This was the conversation he had been regretting. They offered the family a great deal of money for him to lead a troop.

The tall rat sat down. Mikey knew it. They were taking is father too. The government could too. It was a twisted loop hole. Two of the four sons were not enlisted, despite Mikey's age he counted. Splinter also had two years left in his enlistment. And now with the war it was seven years.

"I'm sorry my son. I have to. I tried to-"

Mikey jumped up out of his chair knocking it over. He ran off to his room crying.

Yoshi closed his eyes and covered his face. His son had every right to be sad. This was traumatic for him. He risked losing his father and two of his brothers.

Splinter knocked on the door, "let me in Michelangelo," he said, "please we need to talk." He could hear the door knob jiggle and the small turtle dressed in orange opened the door. Splinter dropped to one knee and hugged the younger turtle. "I truly am sorry. I cannot get out of this."

"Who will watch me?" My sobbed.

"There is a nice family upstate who will care for you while we are gone. You will be closer to Donatello. The Jones family."

"Are they mutants like us?"

"No my son they are humans. I am old friends with April's father. Kirby O'Neil. His daughter just married a man named Casey. He's in the military too. They have no children. It will be just you and Miss April. She might be taking in some other children who do not have mothers to watch them and fathers in the military."

"Daddy don't go! Maybe I can write someone a letter asking you to stay!"

Splinter smiled, "well you can try," he said not wanting to discourage his son.

"Yeah! I will!"

"After your school work," Splinter said.

Mikey sighed, hugged his father and resumed his work. The whole time thinking about the letter he would write to the president of the United States of America.