A girl with a leather bomber jacket over her shoulders and a cowboy hat neatly secured on her head stood against the orange Texan sky. She quietly 'huffed' a mouth full of air.
"I wonder if this is the right thing to do." She stated to herself as she stepped inside a private plane sent to her by her boss.
Her mood quickly soured. "Of course it's the right thing to do. I'm getting revenge on those bastards." She calmly pulled out a picture of Pearl Harbor taken right after the attack on December 7th. "Those bitches."
The plane's engine roared to life and took off with speed. The plane headed to the capital of the nation the girl personified. America. Her now slightly bruised home.
"Good evening, America"
"Evening." The nation replied to the guard by the gate. The guard let her in and showed her to where her boss would be waiting for her. America waited till the door was closed for five seconds then finely spoke up.
"What should I say to them, again?" she 'twanged.
"Simply tell them that you will gladly join their side: The Allied Forces"
"Got it."
Well that was simple. She thought to herself.
Five minutes later she was back on a plane, heading towards a small island nation.
"I don't know what to do anymore, aru. I'm tired of fighting Japan!" A girl's Chinese accent reached the American girl's ears. Shit. They already started the meeting.
America stood by the door. She gathered her nerves, and angrily pumped the doors handles.
"Britain's apologies to you, Chin—"A British girl's sentence was interrupted by the opening of the door.
"DAMN IT!" America made them all jump.
"L'Amérique!" A French girl tried to make the American calm down.
The American walked up to the group sitting around the table and shoved a piece of paper at them. She waited till they picked it up and put her hands on her hips.
"America. What is this?" The British girl asked the American.
"A proclamation of war." She answered.
"On us, aru?" A Chinese girl asked.
"Non. I don't think so China."
"Britain, France, China, Russia," the American started, "I am joining the war. On your side."
All four looked shocked.
Here was the nation that had claimed neutrality in this war. A bruised one with a cast on her right foot, supporting a look of anger.
"Well," Britain looked up, bruises covering her face, neck, and arms. All from the air-raids done by Nazi-Germany, "It's about bloody time you git!"
"Non. Wait," France commented, "This is declaring war on Japan! Not the whole axis."
"Is that a problem?" The American nation scowled.
"No, aru!" China squeaked as she slapped a hand over the French girl.
"It won't be long until Germany and Italy declare war on her anyway." Britain whispered.
Not long at all.
That was December 8th. It's now December 11th.
America walked to the doors of the meeting room, when suddenly her stomach dropped.
She dropped to the ground, yelling a bit when she did.
The doors opened suddenly.
Britain sighed and turned to China, France, and Russia, "I told you it wouldn't be long."
She offered her hand to help the American girl up "Welcome to the Allied Forces"
The Allies had finally settled in. America sat next to Russia, much to both of the girl's displeasure.
"Alright," the British girl's heavy accent pierced the air, "Today, I say we work on the condition of the POWs."
"Da, I am tired of my troops being treated like dirt." The Russian girl finally spoke.
"Russia. We have talked about this, non? They are all treated like dirt!"
"Mine are treated worse!" Russia yelled.
Britain shot daggers at the French nation, "That's because you don't recognize the importance of the Red Cross."
America shot up. The Red Cross. The one helping the people of Hawaii. Tears welled in her eyes. A few falling, but she kept quiet, hoping no one noticed.
"Britain. I believe we should be given a break, aru." The Chinese girl whispered, stealing a glance at the American, trying to give Britain a hint why.
"Wh-," she broke off after seeing the American, "Alright. Five minute break"
America was the first one out of the room. After walking out of the building, she pulled out the black and white picture stack of Pearl Harbor. She flipped through them. Stopping partially on the one with a picture of all the dead and wounded troops. Shit.
She checked her watch for the time. It had been thirty minutes. How the Hell did I spend thirty minutes looking at pictures?
Britain, France, China, and Russia stood inside the building, looking out the window at the American girl.
"How well do you think this war will go with her?" Russia asked.
"Probably not well, aru." China muttered.
"She'll be fine." Britain answered, France nodded.
Maybe another five minutes had passed.
"VEEEE!" an Italian accent broke the silence.
The American girl jumped, dropping all the pictures. What the fuck was that?
"Italia! Shut up! Mein gott!"
"Our cover has been blown. Thanks to Itary"
"Who's there?" the American girl yelled.
The Axis popped out of a nearby bush.
Fuck. "Who the Hell invited you?"
"Ve! Bad words!"
"No need to use foul language, America."
"I'll do whatever I want, Nazi!"
"Don't make me bomb you again, America"
"First off, you didn't bomb me. You bombed a base of mine. Second off, I am not scared of you, bitch!"
By this time, the rest of the Allies had heard the noise. They immediately ran towards the doors that lead outside, arriving at the door right when they heard a loud bang. A gun shot.
All four stood silently. Standing at the door. Waiting.
"Veeee~ Nice shot Germany!"