"Then it's decided. World War III has officially begun."
"No!" America shouted, jumping up from his seat. "I don't want to fight those guys!"
England sighed. "No one does, America. It can't be avoided. They all pose a very serious threat, whether it may seem so or not. We have to do something."
America's eyes watered. The last thing he wanted to do was start a war against the new Axis Powers group. North Korea, Russia, Denmark, China, Spain, Japan, France, and, worst of all, his little brother Canada.
Canada and America had lived together when they were younger, with England and France. Even though they were twins, their personalities had always been very different. America was always loud. Canada hardly ever talked. Canada enjoyed France's gourmet food. America would eat anything he could get his hands on, including England's terrible cooking. Canada almost never complained or objected to anything. America whined about everything.
And over the years, their personalities had remained separated.
Now, however, something had changed Canada. He had joined the new Axis. He said he wanted to be recognised, and that if he won the war, people wouldn't forget him. America hadn't found out until it was too late. Canada had already left for a hotel in Europe. There wasn't much he could do about it now.
Tears began streaming down his cheeks. Everyone in the meeting room was staring at him, but he didn't care. He hardly even noticed.
"There has to be something else we can do." He cried. "I just can't fight against my twin brother like that. I just can't."
England stared at the younger nation for a moment only now realising how upset he was. "I'm sorry, America. But it just can't be avoided."
"No!" America yelled. He ran out of the meeting room, still crying. He didn't want to hear any more about the upcoming war. He just wanted out of there, as far away as possible.
England sighed.. He felt terrible about starting a war against Canada and France. But they were Axis countries now. They were evil, right? So the war had to be started, whether they were family or not. It truly couldn't be avoided.
"Bloody hell..." He said under his breath. He wanted this war to be over already.
And it hadn't even started yet.