His unusually cold blue eyes were hard and merciless. The M1911 pistol was unwavering, pointed directly at the man's heart. The blue eyed man stood over the other, whose eyes were a brown and whose uncharacteristically dull and unkempt black hair hung in his eyes. The blue eyed man spoke. "I'll give you a final chance. Surrender or you'll suffer the consequences." The brown eyed man did not answer. The blue eyed man walked away, plotting the moment he would end this war the same way he was dragged into it.
The brown eyed man pulled himself off the ground and returned to his home. He would uphold his pride. He would never surrender. He was the great Empire of Japan. He was more powerful than that young American idiot had ever dreamed of being. Even though his allies had already lost and given up, he would pull through. He was the great Empire of Japan. What could the American possibly do that would make the Empire lose? He was bluffing. And with that thought, the Japanese man went to bed.
Damn Pearl Harbor