Right before World War Two...

You had been their secret; they're scarlet letter, their little sister, so you weren't allowed to participate in World War 1. Now you didn't care. You WERE going to fight this time.

"_..." started a voice. It was Germany of course. Prussia was easier going with this sort of thing, Germany on the other hand...not so much.

"I told you I'm fighting with you bruder, for the axis" you say pulling on your black military cap. Your population had gone up some (To 5,000) and you now had a small army of four-hundred and fifty, which was a lot…to you anyway. To state things clearly your military was used for spying, that's why your entire uniform is black. Today you were to go meet your new allies, well new to you. Germany sighed knowing that fighting with you on the subject wouldn't get him very far.

"Fine, you have two minutes until we leave." He said shutting your door behind him. You smiled to yourself. Being the little sister, it was almost always easy to get your way. You threw your pack over your shoulder and marched out the door to where your brothers were standing.

"Shall we get going?" you asked completely elated. You all clamored into Germany's jeep and headed off. "Bruder where are we going?" you asked, realizing that you'd forgotten to ask earlier.

"Ve are going to Italy." Said Germany. Italy, the land of pasta and pizza.

"I'm bored!" whined Prussia, Gilbird chirping along with him in agreement. "Can we play a game?"

"I don't care," you reply, because in all honesty you were a bit preoccupied with looking at the scenery.

"Fine. What do you vant to play?" Germany asked you and Prussia.

"I don't know…" you both answered simultaneously. "Why don't you choose one?" Germany sighed.

TIME SKIP~!

"Ve're here, come on!" said Germany. You gulped, and unbuckled. After exiting the car you stood beside Prussia, just in case. Someone came flying towards Germany.

"Ve~ Germany!" said a man with amber hair and a curl. You let out a sigh of relief, at least he wasn't scary. Then he turned to you and Prussia. "Hi Prussia~! Who's that?" he asked pointing at you. You pouted. 'I'm being treated like I can't answer my questions now…great' Prussia was going to answer, but you naturally cut him off.

"I am _ _," you say reaching out to shake his hand. "And you are?" you asked.

"Ve~ I'm Italy!" he answered, waving. You sweat dropped. 'He seems…how should I put this…ignorant? No…I've got it! SPECIAL~!' You smiled back.

"Vell ve have to go meet Japan now," said Germany. He looked tired. "Vell let's go."

"Pasta~!" exclaimed Italy, before entering the jeep. Yup, he was special all right.

TIME SKIP~!

"Konichi-wa I am Ne-hon, it is very nice to be meeting you." Was your greeting from Japan. He seemed nice enough, so you had no problem introducing yourself to him.

"Ah, I see. You are a recently discovered island?" asked Japan turning his attention to you.

"Not really, but my brothers have kept my existence a secret since I was very little." You say looking at your hands. Something about this guy made you want to tell him nothing but the truth. He nodded and turned to Germany and Prussia.

"And your other ally? Surely he is not the extremely suspicious character over there?" asked Japan pointing to where Italy stood, he was currently talking to the local girls.

"I don't vant to believe it either, but yes, that is him." Replied Germany, warily. The next thing on the agenda was for who gets what job.

"Okay I say that the awesome me, can take on China!" said Prussia placing his name over China's on the map. You rolled your eyes at his gesture. He honestly believes he can conquer China, wow…

"I'll take care of France," started Germany, placing his name over France's. "I have a bone to pick vith him."

"Ve~ I'll make pasta for everyone!" said Italy raising his hand. That was probably for the best since he couldn't fight for crap.

"I'll take America-san." Said Japan suddenly. Everyone turned to him as he placed his name over America's.

"Err…I'll take," you looked over the board nervously; there were only three countries left. Your brothers are afraid of Russia and Canada. "England?" you say uncertainly. The others nodded in agreement, thinking that that was the best choice for you. You sighed.

"Germany-san, when do our shifts start?" asked Japan.

"In an hour or two, vhy?" He asked. Japan turned to him.

"I just wanted to know how much time I had to prepare." He answered. You froze, starting to regret joining the war. You mentally slapped yourself. You were NOT a quitter! You got up and pack your things, then slipped on your black uniform. You shouldered your pack and headed off to your target.

TIME SKIP~!

You stood on the coast of England, readying your forces. Your brothers had been bombing the capital London after nightfall so you figure just in case you'd attack during daylight. You shoved your (c/h) into a sloppy bun on top of your head. You then strategically placed your black cap over the bun, to disguise yourself as a boy. Why? Simply because you felt like it! Then you and your forces made their way to battle.

Arthur Kirkland (England)'s POV

"Sir! Forces have gathered by the coast! They're heading for London!"

"Are they German?" I asked warily. My capital was already weakened; I didn't need another attack to deal with.

"That's just the thing sir, we have no idea where they're from, I've never seen the flag before!" I sighed. A small unknown country decided to join the axis.

"Pull up a picture of their flag will you, and ready our troops just in case." I said to the commander. I took another sip of my tea and ran my fingers through my hair. Seconds later a picture of the flag was on my computer screen. "Peculiar…" I said to myself, for no known country had a flag quite like this one. Their forces were pathetic though, just a little over five-hundred looking.

A few hours later…

Your POV…

War. It turned even the most civilized of people into complete animals, and you were no exception to that equation. Your forces were met halfway to London by an enormous army. Like you said 'animals.' Your army was waiting for your command. You shifted slightly readying yourself to grab your gun.

"All forces, attack!" you ordered and your small army ran forward. Guns firing, steel meeting flesh, and death surrounded you. Your first attacker approached you and drew a knife? You pulled a pistol from you coat and the two of you engaged in battle. Of course he died. You moved from target to target hacking, shooting, slashing, maiming, and killing any of the English soldiers in your way. About fifty or so of your men were left standing. Far less than that of the enormous army that had met you. A shot fired and caught you in the shoulder. You hissed in pain as you were brought back to reality. Your next target; the one that shot you, was in his late thirties. You scoffed, and fired a shot at him. He shot back at you and then at one of your men. You watched in horror as he fell to the ground with a bullet hole in the side of his head. You pulled the trigger on your gun. Click Damn. You were out of bullets. You enemy kept firing at you as you dodged and weaved, discarding your gun and picking up the knife of a previously fallen British soldier. You lunged at him from behind, driving the tip of the blade into his skull. He fell to the ground with a sickening thud and you took his gun. Just for good measure you kicked him and went after another soldier. Two or three soldiers later you noticed that only three of you remained. The other two had surrendered, but not you. Never you.

"Cowards…" you hissed under your breath, glaring at them. Then as your last act of hatred; for what you didn't know, you attempted to stab several more soldiers. You had succeeded in killing two, and maiming another when you heard the distinctive click on a gun to your immediate right. You froze instinctively and glared at the person. He had messy blonde hair and bright green eyes.

Arthur's POV…

I watched in horror as this person attacked my army. He succeeded in killing two, before I decided to intervene. I placed a gun to his head. He froze, and turned his (c/e) to glare at me. Then he did something completely unexpected, he spat in my general direction. I had him carted off as a prisoner, for interrogation later. He didn't even put up a fight when he was taken as a criminal.

"God save the queen…" I muttered under my breath. If only this nightmare would end.