Chapter one Meet the Allies
"Now listen up everyone!" A voice commanded "We need to defeat these axis which is causing the whole world grief." He continued, munching a hamburger, even though his mouth was full he continued talking and his words were all merely muffle.
"America, you blithering idiot, how are we supposed to follow your stupid orders?" A man with short curly blonde hair, bushy eyebrows perched ontop of his green eyes, wearing a green uniform and a leather strap around his torso. He crossed his arms and sighed impatiently.
The meeting room was as always full of banter and arguments, nobody really ever reached a compromise and usually these sorts of things were a waste of time or perhaps it was because they were stuck with America as their leader.
"Yeah, you're making me hungry." A smiling grey haired man complained, a purple aura surrounding him.
"Shut up guys, I'm the leader around here." America ordered, clutching the burger.
"I suggest we get China to cook for us again." The grey haired man smiled, pointing his index finger at China.
"No way!" China squealed.
"In that case, I'll cook for everyone." The blonde haired bushy eyebrowed man exclaimed, perking up a bit.
"NO, BRITAIN" They all shouted in unison.
"Anyway, as I was saying, let's do things my way." America raised his voice.
"Oh,like what?" A long blonde haired man softly spoke, resting his stubbly chin on his hand
"I say we all wear the American flag on our uniforms to celebrate my heroicness."
Everyone just sighed, surely they weren't stuck with this weirdo as their leader, but rather they should find a new one and quick before America drives everyone insane.
"Oh I almost forgot, we need to do a head count." Britain commented, breaking the awkward silence.
"Who cares? As long as I'm here." America mumbled, munching on a hamburger, all the other countries of the allied forces sighed, trying to ignore America if he makes a stupid suggestion.
"Ok, there's 1..2..3...4..5...6? Six people?" Britain looked around, puzzled. "Who the bloody hell is the 6th? State your names please."
"Hey Britain, sure it isn't one of your imaginary friends?"America smirked "I'm here." He pointed to himself, glasses perched on top of the bridge of his nose over his blue eyes. Britain just ignored the comment and continued on.
"China is here." China stated, his hair tied up in a ponytail resting to one side on his shoulder, wearing a dark green uniform with a red armband.
"Russia is here." The grey haired man in a long brownish coat, a star medal hanging from it, put his hand up cheerfully whilst the purple aura covered him scarily.
"Yes, France is here." The long blonde haired person spoke, he was wearing his usual flashy blue uniform with red trousers, he was holding a red rose in his hand.
"Well I'm here, I can assure that." Britain smirked at his own joke. "That counts 5 on here, but I get this creepy feeling" Britain shivered, feeling an eery presence.
"Geez Britain you moron, can't you even count?" America chuckled.
"Oh that's bloody rich coming from you, America." Britain retorted.
"Now come on guys, stop the fighting, where's the love?" France stepped in.
"Oh be quiet, froggy." Britain spat.
"You stupid westerners." China mumbled.
"Come on guys, stop the fighting, we are all allies here." Russia said.
Suddenly the conference room was once again filled with negativity and bitter name calling, then the fighting started a dust cloud started emerging and incoherent ramblings were coming out of it.
Russia and China just sighed, they had enough of all this fighting, especially since it got them nowhere. China frowned and gritted his teeth.
"Just leave them to it." Russia grinned, he seemed to enjoy it everytime even, China stared at him, doubtful Russia was even tired of all the fighting.
"LISTEN HERE, STOP FIGHTING YOU MORON WESTERNERS." China boomed at the dust cloud spewing incomprehensible noise.
To China's surprise, the dust cloud started to fade and the rest of the allies were all roughed up from the beatings.
"China's right, this fighting will get us nowhere." Britain sighed, dusting himself off.
"So, what do you suggest we do, black sheep of Europe?" France calmy smirked, fixing his ruffled long hair.
"I guess noone noticed me." A soft voice came from nowhere, it wasn't heard by the allies since they were busy planning a strategy against the axis. It was like he spoke to himself sometimes.
The voice came from a person sitting in a corner on a chair, he had long blond hair and glasses and a noticeable curl sticking out of his hair, smartly dressed in a suit ready for the meeting, clutching a mini polar bear, the fluffy polar bear raised his head, staring at the person with his beady eyes.
"Who are you?" The polar bear spoke.
"I'm Canada!" The person replied, so softly and quietly.
"I suggest we curse the stupid axis with the old black magic." Britain grinned evily, conjuring up a plan.
"Pssh, black magic, yeah right, dude." America laughed, munching yet another hamburger.
"Where the bloody hell do you get those things?" Britain queried, poking at the hamburger.
"In my coat pocket, get your own food dude."
"Either you come up with a plan fast or I'll pound your stupid faces in." Russia threatened, whilst smiling, the purple aura surrounded him, almost engulfing him.
They just stared at Russia, frozen in fear at this guy's ability to become really frightening in a split second.
"Since Russia is getting impatient and we are running out of ideas, I hate to say this, but we should try that stupid Britain's idea." China suggested, almost hesitant to even suggest that.
"Dude, that's crazy, yo Britain is totally whack with his black magic shit." America exclaimed.
"You got any better ideas? The axis is seriously closing in, the wankers." Britain snapped back at America, balling up his fist.
"Hey erm, can I suggest something?" Canada asked, but nobody heard him, his quiet voice being muffled out by the noise of the other allies. "Stop ignoring meeee."
The tension in the room unexpectedly ground to a halt, all eyes were on this mysterious person who just spoke, the timid person blushed, gripping onto his polar bear, he wasn't used to this kind of attention.
"I'm Canada." The soft voice repeated, almost hiding his mouth over the polar bear's head.
"Hello" The other allies said in unison faintly, still confused on what was going on.
"May I-" But Canada was interrupted by others getting on with their own business and ignoring the poor guy.
"All in favour of using my genius idea, raise your hand." Britain smiled at his 'mastermind 'of a plan.
"Whatever Britain." France sighed, raising his hand, it was not like he had an opinion in the matter afterall, he's part of the allies as well. The others all raised their hands as well hesitantly.
"I'm glad you all agree, now dismiss." Britain commanded.