Slap. It sounded as though someone had slapped themselves or someone else.
Crash! The sound of a bullet going through the glass door and right through Russia's long scarf.
"Ha! Nice shot! NOT!" By this time America had already pulled out her own gun. How the Hell she got through security with it is past her.
The rest of the allies finally got outside, trying to not be seen by the Axis or to scare the American into shooting at the wrong spot.
Seeing as though the German had no bullets left and no other Axis member was armed, the American dared to walk over to them, gun still in hand.
For once, Italy had shut up, staring blankly at Germany.
Germany stayed defiant as the American walked over but did nothing, seeing as the American wasn't after him at the moment.
America stopped in front of an Asian man wearing a white suit. "Hello Japan." She sneered, loading a bullet in her gun.
"America." The Asian nation sneered back.
The American girl wasted no time to put the gun up to the Japanese man's head. Japan expression showed nothing.
France and China tried to start walking towards the four, but Britain and Russia held them back.
"BITCH!" The American girl did not pull the trigger but instead punched the man, leaving a swollen, purple lump on his cheek. She raised her gun up to the air and shot it.
She leaned towards the three. "I've already declared war on you," she whisperd as she points to Japan, "But I'll gladly declare war on you two, seeing as though you've declared war on me." She pointed to the German and the Italian.
"All I can say to you, America," the Japanese man spoke up, "you better watch you and your friends' backs."
"Will do, sir," She said as she stood up straight. "Now get out of my sight. I have plenty more bullets were that one came from," She demanded as she jingled the others bullets in her pocket.
The Allies have all settled back in, finally. They really haven't talked about much since they got back in, except for the minor celebration. They dismissed shortly after, promising to meet up the next day.
-December 12th-
They all are back in the building, but this time America showed up late in a woman's army uniform.
"Morning!" The American said, much happier than she was at the past meetings.
"Ni hao America, aru." China replied, happy to see the American back to her normal state.
"America, one question, why are you in an army uniform? I get that this is war, but that doesn't mean you have to wear a uniform." Britain asked, worriedly.
"Oh this?" The American replied pointing to her uniform, "I was... uh… fighting in the Philippines earlier this morning. Those damn Japanese soldiers have invaded."
"Ah! So quick, non?" France stated.
"Enough bloody chit-chat, please," Britain spoke up, "We have matters to discuss. It seems as though two nations- Romania and Bulgaria- have declared war on two of us in this room."
America instantly started fidgeting. That had tipped the other nations to believe that one of them was America. "Hehe. I've taken care of that, by the way. Talked to man in charge and returned the action, but don't act like this doesn't involve you, British dudett!"
"Thanks for blowing my cover, git. But yes, like you they declared war on me, but I also "returned the action" as you put it America," Britain stated to the rest of the Allies.
"Oui, oui, oui," France stated in a pissed off manner, "When are you all going to be saving my country? I desperately want to be home, not hiding in one of China's underground shelters."
"You could always come to my house, da." Russia said in a jovial manner.
"No thanks! I'm okay in China! Really!" France exclaimed.
America snickered. Hahahahaha! I'm not the only one who doesn't like Russia! "What are you laughing at little America? Want to come too, da?" Russia placed a hand on the American's shoulder, making her squeal and hide behind the other three. "Get that commie bastard away from me!"
"Maybe we should pack up for today. We are obviously not getting anywhere, aru," China stated, not waiting for approval, seeing as she was already out of the door.
"No wait China! I have to have somewhere to go, non?" France followed China out the door. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol," Russia walks off in the opposite direction as the others. "Bloody gits." America barely heard what the British girl was muttering as she followed the others out of the door, but it sounded like another one of her black magic spells. America was now alone in the meeting room.
The girl packed up her things, but soon sat back down. She didn't really feel like leaving yet, once she stepped outside she would be whisked away to fight again. She went over what all had happened in the whirlwind of events that happened in the last week. She lost her neutrality, joined a side, and immediately started fighting. This war wasn't going to be easy. She thought of the way Britain had looked, bruised all over from the air-raids. And of France, the French girl was covered in bruises head to toe, her face has lost any trace of emotion, she was skin and bones: all because she had surrendered to the Germans. America wondered if all of them would look the same by the end of the war.
A chorus of knocks sounded behind the girl. She turned sharply, only to find China, England, and France looking at her. "Are you okay, aru?" China said. "I'm fine, I'm just resting before I have to go back to fig—"She broke off. Something was wrong. America usually couldn't tell the mood, but this time it hit her fiercely. She clutched her gun in her pocket and walked out with the other nations. She silently loaded a bullet and made sure it was ready to fire at a minutes' notice.
They walked outside in silence. Another unsettling feeling struck the American, this time sending her to yank her gun out. Suddenly an airplane sounded over head. America stood still. Shit. P-51 Mustang. I'm pretty sure the others didn't call for a plane. Suddenly they all heard a whistling noise, as if something was being dropped from the plane. "SHIT!" America screamed, running with the others back inside. They were being bombed.