America sighed as she watched the two countries in front of her bickering about God knows what. She had zoned out a couple of minutes ago when they started talking about whether a wand or a pipe was a better weapon. She grumbled under her breath before picking up the closest object to her, a book, and chucking it at England.
"Oi, morons! Why in the hell are you talking about stupid shit in the middle of a war!" she yelled.
"Oh like you can talk, you bloody git! If I remember correctly, you are the one who took your sweet time joining this bloody war!" England yelled back, rubbing the side of his head where the book had made less than gentle contact with his skull.
America just rolled her eyes before turning her focus to Russia.
"So, big boy, how should we go about freeing our friends?" she asked.
Russia just smiled at her creepily, never breaking eye contact but never opening his mouth. America rolled her eyes again and stood up, wincing as the movement pulled at the still tender skin of her leg.
"I say we launch a full-scale invasion! Storm the beaches with guns and tanks and everything! We will make those damn Germans sorry they ever even thought about invading France! Oh! We have to make sure to get Maddie's help, cause damn can Canadians be scary. Have you seen them during hockey season? Terrifying!," she went off on a bit of a tangent before refocusing, "Anyway, so me and Maddie, with you all as back up, will storm the beaches and -"
"AMERICA!" England shouted, muttering under his breath as she turned to look at him.
"What?" she asked blinking owlishly and tilting her head in confusion.
"You are talking too bloody fast! All I heard was something about Canadia and a beach!" England stated, glaring at the younger nation.
America sighed before starting again and making sure to contain her excitement. "I said that we should launch a full-scale attack on Nazi occupied France, with guns and everything. If we go while it's still dark early in the morning they won't see us coming until it's too late."
Her two allies sat and stared at her in shock, England's mouth hanging open slightly, for a couple of minutes before Russia broke the silence.
"Wow, little Amerika can have smart thoughts. I'm surprised," he chuckled, grinning at the female.
America glared at him but held her tongue, really wanting to hear England's thoughts on her plan. Slowly he nodded and smiled at the younger girl.
"Good job, love, that's a splendid idea," he said, standing to gather his papers. "I say we meet in two days time to work out the kinks in the plan. In the meantime, Russia keep your troops strong out there and America you work on this plan of yours!"
America nodded before grabbing her brief case and running out the door. She was already planning the attack in her head, as well as how she would make it happen. She ran over to the nearest phone booth and called her sister. After all, as she had said, Canadians could be scary. She quickly dialed her sister's phone number into the contraption and held the receiver to her ear, waiting for Maddie to pick up. She grinned as she thought about the look that would be on Germany's face when she completely destroyed everything he had tried to build. She would teach him to pick on those weaker than him when a hero was around. Yeah, that's right, she would be a hero. Suddenly, Amelia was jerked out of her thoughts as an annoyed voice met her ears.
"Hello! if you're not going to answer then I'm going to hang up!"
"W-wait Maddie!" The American nation said quickly.
"Amelia? What the hell? Why are you calling me?"
"Maddie, I need your help."
"No," Madeline refused immediately, voice flat.
"But, Maddie!"
"No."
"Maddie, don't you want to help-" Amelia tried to begin to explain.
"No," was the reply.
"But he raised you!" she said in an attempt to get her sister to hear her out.
"Wait, what?" The Canadian's voice sounded surprised over the phone.
"I want your help to save France." It wasn't very often that Amelia was serious, but when she was, she was serious.
"O-Oh, why didn't you say that?" Madeline said with just a little embarrassment.
"I tried to, but you interrupted me! Why would you do that?"
"Oh, shut up," Maddie grumbled. "What do you need my help for?"
"Canadians are scary," Amelia said simply.
"What?"
"Canadians are scary."
"Amelia-"
"Come on, Maddie, help me save Francis!"
"How, Amelia? That's what I'm asking."
"Oh, we're going to storm the beach."
"Are you crazy!?" Amelia heard her sister practically yell.
"What? No!"
"Amelia."
"Please! Even England said it was a good idea!"
"Do you have an actual plan?"
"Yep!"
"Ugh, fine."
"Maddie, this is awesome! It's gonna be us against the world again! This is gonna be great! Can you imagine the look on Germany's face? Hell yeah, we are going to kick ass-"
"Amelia!" Maddie said loudly in order to get her attention.
"What?"
"Ugh, where are you? We have to meet and plan this out if we're going to be attacking the German forces."
"I'm at England's place."
"Fine, I'm on my way. See you soon"
"Okay, see ya then, Maddie!"
America sighed as she hung up the phone. She felt bad for dragging her sister into this war, but she needed help. She didn't want to worry anyone, though, so she tried to be her normal cheery self, but she was sure Madeline had seen right through her. After all, they had know each other too long for her to not have. America dragged herself back to her hotel and flopped down on the bed, curling up into a ball and allowing the tears she had been holding back for the last couple months to fall. She would allow herself this moment of weakness and then she resolved herself to be strong until this fucking war was finally over. She felt herself slipping away into sleep and allowed the peaceful feeling to take over her body so that she would be alert when Maddie got to town.
America crouched silently in one of the many boats headed towards the coastline of Normandy, France. A tense, excited feeling danced through the air as they steadily made their way closer to the shore. America raised her arm high into the air, causing complete silence to fall over the soldiers. Glancing around, she took in the faces of the people surrounding her, memorizing them, because she knew that some wouldn't be coming back alive.
Raising her head high, she met the serious lavender eyes of her sister before allowing her arm to drop, a loud, commanding shout leaving her lips.
"CHARGE!"
A/N: So I lied, I got really bored in government yesterday so, TADA more story! hope you all enjoy, please R&R!
