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June 1942
The growing headache that General Marshall was feeling, increased tenfold with the two men currently standing in front of the table. Pyke and the chosen leader for the commando, Lieutenant Colonel Howard R. Johnson, were bickering like there was no tomorrow. America watched in amusement as the British man and Johnson fought, reminding him of himself and England.
"I'm asking if this plan is feasible. It seems like this plan won't work at all!" Lieutenant Colonel Howard R. Johnson exasperated.
"Of course the plan is feasible! Why are you arguing about it?! We need to get this group started soon and you're asking about feasibility!?" Pyke's British accent clearly laced with annoyance and anger towards Johnson.
"Now now, Pyke. We need to all get along." Lord Louis Mountbatten, Chief of Combined Operations Headquarters, stated firmly. "And Lieutenant Colonel Johnson, this plan can and will work."
"Honestly, I don't think that this little group would be worth our time and resources General Marshall. It wouldn't be an effective fighting force." Johnson honestly told everyone in the room.
"You git! This plan will completely work!" One could practically see steam coming out of Pyke's ears.
"Soldier, show respect to your elders." General Eisenhower firmly stated to the young man.
"Sir, I mean no disrespect but I won't lead this group into battle." Johnson's voice held finality. "This plan is impossible."
"Why not Johnson? Is it because you don't believe that this plan is feasible, as you say?" Eisenhower asks seriously. "This group can help us open a front in Europe. Nothing is impossible if you put your mind too it."
"Lieutenant Colonel, the plan's missions will help weaken the German Army, allowing the Allies to gain the upper hand." Lord Mountbatten added with a little annoyance heard in his voice.
"Young people these days don't understand great plans when they see them!" Pyke huffed in annoyance.
Johnson wore a small scowl at the old man, his face trying to stay neutral but failing. Before anyone could argue anymore, General Marshall cleared his throat loudly. The fighting and bickering had been going on for a few days already and that was much too long.
"Alright, Johnson. You won't lead this group, we will find someone else. You are dismissed." General Marshall told the young man. Johnson gave a quick nod and left the office.
Breathing out a sigh, Marshall continued to soothe his throbbing headache. Pyke grumbled to himself about the disrespect of young people as Mountbatten, America, and Eisenhower watched the scene in silence.
"General Marshall, now that our first pick is refusing to command, we should work on picking a replacement." Lord Mountbatten's face serious.
Everyone in the room silently agreed.
"Who did you have in mind, Lord Mountbatten?"
"I recommend Lieutenant Colonel Robert T. Fredrick. He had his disagreements of the missions but he accepted the thought of the commando itself."
America watched the room in silence as Marshall thought over Mountbatten's recommendation.
"Very well. Eisenhower please let Lieutenant Colonel Fredrick know that he is the new leader for the commando of Operation Plough."
"Yes sir."
"Everyone is dismissed."
Fredrick stood silently in front of General Marshall's desk. Discreetly looking around the room, he noticed that Pyke, General Eisenhower, and that teen he had ran into the last time, were present inside the office.
"Lieutenant Colonel Robert T. Fredrick, I am pleased to hear that you accept the position of leader for the small commando unit and Operation Plough. Therefore, I promote you to Colonel from this day forth." General Marshall said seriously with a smile.
Fredrick was at a lost for words, but quickly composed his thoughts. "Thank you sir."
"You're top priority is to create a top fighting unit for Operation Plough. Understood?"
"Yes sir!"
America watched the new leader proudly.
"Now, everyone, there is something that we need to discuss. We all know that the original plan was to have Americans, Canadians and Norwegian soldiers in the unit. Unfortunately, there are an insufficient amount of Norwegian soldiers available, so the unit has been changed to be half American and half Canadian." General Marshall states matter-of-factly.
Everyone nodded their head to signify that they agree and understand the changes.
July 1942 Canada
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sounds of military boots are the only sound in the long hallway as they head to a door on the far left. The person's destination is coming closer and walks quickly towards it.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in."
The door opens to reveal a young teen with blonde hair, a long curl, blue eyes and glasses, dressed in a military uniform.
"Ah. Thank you for coming Canada."
"No problem, James." Canada smiles at the other man in the room.
The Canadian Minister of National Defense, James Ralston, smiles back at the nation. Ralston beckons for the teen to come closer towards the desk.
"Is there something wrong, James?" Canada asks as he approaches the desk.
"No, nothing is wrong," Ralston chuckles. "I thought I would let you know that I have approved the assignment of 697 officers and enlisted men to Project Plough."
"Really?!" The shock and excitement on Canada's face was evident.
Ralston smirked but then his face became serious, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Even in his old age, Ralston was still going strong and enjoyed seeing his nation happy.
"Yes. They will be sent over under the disguise of the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion. But due to some circumstances, when it was decided, a real parachute battalion school was also decided to be created so the volunteers will unofficially be the 2nd Canadian Parachute Battalion. In addition, our boys will be paid by the Canadian government, however, travel expenses, food, shelter, uniforms, and equipment will be paid and provided by the United States. The recruited will still be subject to our military code of discipline though. I heard how much you and your twin were hoping to get this plan started."
"Thank you James! Wow! I can't wait to tell Ame! This is an honor sir."
"Yes I know you're excited but let's be serious a little while longer please." Ralston smiled amusedly.
Canada rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Hehe. Sorry…"
"It has been decided and agreed upon that a Canadian will be in second command for this unit as well. It has been decide that Lieutenant Colonel McQueen will fill that spot."
"Understood sir."
"Currently, both armies are finding the most suitable men. Enlistment posters have been set up already. Do you wish to see the poster? To see what kind of men will be recruiting?"
Ralston handed the nation a flier. Canada read the flier with an unreadable expression before smiling up at the Minister.
"Single men between the ages of 21-35, at least three years of grammar school. Preferred occupations: lumberjacks, rangers, northwoodsmen, hunters, game wardens, prospectors and explorers. These will be some tough men, James."
"Indeed," Ralston laughed. "Also, these men will be told that they are being recruited for a parachute battalion, due to the projects secrecy. A few men have already been recruited and will be sent to the secret HQ in a matter of days. Though none of them will know where they will be sent. That is also top secret."
"Of course James, if I may ask, where is the HQ going to be located?" Canada gazed steadily at the older man.
Ralston gazed into his nation's blue eyes, they were full of age but a young look was present as well. The older man stood from his desk, slowly walking around it to face the waiting teen. He gave a playful and knowing smirk, "You'll know as soon as you get there."
Canada's eyes widened slightly then gave a smirk of his own. "Of course."
"Well then, you are dismissed. I'm sure you have some business to attend to too."
"Alright then. It was nice talking with you James." Canada smiled brightly, before turning towards the door. Just as his hand grabbed the door knob to turn it, Ralston called out, "Say 'Hello' to your brother for me."
Canada turns his head towards the other man and smiles widely. "Will do!"
America was hunched over his desk working on some last minute documents before he shipped out to the new HQ in a few days. A cup of coffee was sitting nearby, having gone cold an hour ago. Only the light in the office illuminated the room, making the night sky look much darker from the room.
Dark circles were present under the young nations' eyes as he focused on reading and signing each piece of paper.
Ring. Ring.
The shrill of the phone startled America from his concentration and his elbow knock over the coffee mug. The contents spilling all over the desk and before it could reach the finished pile of documents, America quickly moved the pile to another area.
"Damn it. My coffee…"
Ring. Ring.
Quickly, to stop the annoying ringing, America answered with a tired and slightly irritated tone.
"Hello Alfred Jones speaking."
"Al!? It's me Matt!"
America immediately perked up at the voice of his twin. A wide smile spread across his face.
"Mattie!? Man, it has been so long since we last talked!"
"I know! Did you hear about the enlistment for you know what?"
America could hear the excitement and smile from his twin over the phone. Each second passing by with talking to Canada, America become more and more excited.
"Of course! I was just finishing up some paper work before I head over there."
"You doing paper work willingly?! Where is my brother and what have you done with him you imposter?"
The twins laugh hysterically at their joke. The stress from earlier is gone and America smiles and glad that his brother decided to call him, even if it was super late into the night.
"Well Mattie, its been awesome talking to you, but I really need to get all these papers finished. I see you on the train to the secret HQ."
"Hehe. Alright Al, I need to finish my paper work as well. Good bye."
"Goodbye Mattie."
America hung up the phone and in a better mood than when he started. With new found determination, the teen went back to finishing his work all the way until the next morning.
August 1942
The train was dark except for the few lights lighting up the car. The men aboard the train were nervous and excited. No one knew where they were headed and they couldn't look out the window because the windows were painted black. Although the men didn't know where they were going, they all joked with each other. But among the all the gossip, only two people were the most talked and whispered about was a pair of twins.
America and Canada were currently sitting across from each other at a table in the dining car. All the other men, noticed that the two teens were much too young to be recruited for this assignment. They could tell that one twin was American and the other Canadian. The American wore a bomber jacket over his military uniform while the other wore a tan coat over his military uniform.
They were currently laughing at something, either ignoring the stares and whispers or being completely oblivious to it. Deciding to have some fun embarrassing or discouraging the teens, a few men grab the attention of the twins.
"Hey lookie here, I thought only men were being recruited for this. We got us some boys amongst us." A tall and well-built man with red hair and green eyes yelled out. The unexpected loud voice quiets the entire car, gaining the attention of everyone present including the twins.
The twins rose a delicate eyebrow, giving a questioning look towards the man. Soon another man joined in the fun. He had black hair and brown eyes and looked to be in his early twenties. "Yeah what's a couple of kids doing on this train? This is for men only." Judging by his military uniform, he was Canadian while the first man was American.
Coolly, America smirked. "I don't see any boys around here. Maybe you're hallucinating?"
Everyone is laughing at the teen's involvement in the joke but they don't stop, hoping to rile up them both up.
"Aye, but have you two recently look in the mirror? You two are too young to be here! Did you sneak onto the train?" the first man questioned.
This caught the twins off guard and began to laugh hysterically, causing a most of the men to be surprised by the outbursts.
When they stopped, twins smirked to each other and then towards the other men in the car.
"Aww. These boys are so cute, aren't they Kanata?"
"Indeed Maska. Let's hope these men are ready for what they are getting themselves into."
The language change surprises the men even more. Even though they don't know what the twins are saying, they have a distinct feeling that they are mocking them. Then both gave wide smiles, showing no ill will.
"Hello! My name is Alfred F. Jones!"
"Nice to meet you. I am Matthew Williams."
"Hello. The names Patrick O'Connell." The red-haired American said curtly with a smile.
"Daniel Craig." The Canadian man stated as well.
A few other men introduced themselves and all began to joke around with each other. The car was full of laughter and men getting to know each other.
"Hey. If you two are twins, why do you both have different last names?" Daniel asked curiously. This piqued the interest of the rest of the others. America and Canada shared a quick look towards each other, signaling each other in secret codes that were missed by the others.
"Well… you see…" America began sheepishly. "Our real mother died when we were a few years old-
"-And we were adopted by different families-" Canada quickly cut in.
"-Eventually both our families were informed that we were twins, so they took us see each other more-"
"-It turned out that both our dads were childhood friends-"
"-and since then we've been inseparable."
The other men easily accepted it, and went to talk about other things. America and Canada gave a sigh of relief, their cover story worked pretty well.
It felt like hours until, the train had reached its destination. The bright light form outside blinded all the men coming out of the darkened train. Everyone looked around and noticed a fort nearby, but other than that, most didn't knew where they were. Except for the twins.
They were currently in Helena, Montana and the headquarters would be Fort William Henry Harrison. America and Canada smirked at the location picked, these men were going to go through some helluva training. They couldn't wait to get started, Germany wouldn't know what will hit him.
Here is the second chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! The soldiers that are present in the story are made up, so there will be some OCs but they will have minimal roles and be more supporting characters.
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