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Chapter Three:

Alaska POV

I lead Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine to training armory. I needed to pick up some stuff anyways. I opened the brown door to find some of the weapons off the wall, they were already in play, otherwise the entire room from the top to bottom was full of paintball guns. In the center of the room was a big basket of grenades that were full of paint, but still really hurt when you were hit.

"Suit up, you're going to need it, we tend to play this game all the time till you pass out. Night vision goggles are over there. Armor on the other hand is over there, da?" I said pointing at two tables by the grenades.

"You play this game a lot, da?" asked Russia.

"Yep! They have never hit me because of my tree habit! That reminds me I need rope." I said proudly. "What weapons do you want, da?" I asked with my creepy Russia smile showing.

"She is Russia's daughter," I heard Ukraine whisper, and I turned to her still smiling.

"Aunt Ukraine you will be on the blue team with America. Russia and Auntie Belarus will be with me on the red team grab your colored gun, your equipment is your own choice. I need to grab the stuff for America so I will be a little slow, da?" I told the nations. I then ran to grab a blue shotgun, head gear, body armor, two handguns, and a pair of night vision goggles and shoved them all in to a bag before getting myself some grenades, more ammo, rope, wind reader, and yes food rations for the night for my team.

"Do we have to have your weapons, da?" asked Russia as I grabbed the food.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkol! Yes I already tried to use my own pipe, but I was grounded for a week. Apparently they don't like it when you knock down the enemy team and the armor doesn't really protect you from that, da?" I chuckled out and saw Ukraine flinch as I laughed. I was then slammed into from Ukraine and smothered.

"You are so cute! Just like Russia when he was younger!" cried out Ukraine and I felt hot tears hit my shoulder. I flinched at her words. Russia might be my dad, but he might not want talk about it and had only come because his sister asked.

"Miss Ukraine can you please let me go, da? We have to go save America. He is still hanging from a tree no doubt, and we still need to play. We in other words are wasting time, da?" I whispered out, but loud enough for them all to hear.

"Okay, but after this I want to see you again!" exclaimed Ukraine through her tears.

"The world meeting will be hosted in D.C. in three days. I'll go then, even if I have to sneak in, da?" Ukraine finally released me.

When we left Russia had just handguns, night vision goggles, and just headgear. Belarus had grenades, a handgun, night vision goggles, armor plus headgear, and rope. Ukraine was very unarmed, she had on all of the armor, headgear, a handgun, and night vision goggles. I lead them out and back to the forest. Were we soon came across a tree that had America dangling from it. I walked up and ripped the duct tape off of his mouth.

"Ukraine will get you down and here is you gear. You are now being forced to play otherwise it will be uneven. Good bye, da?" I said with my creepy smile and walked away.

"Alaska, you were that sniper huh? The Hero is going to get even!" called America as I motioned to Russia and Belarus to follow before breaking into a run effortlessly carrying the food bag. We ran until we reached the red team's campsite.

"Texas I got some nations to play with us!" I yelled as we were close enough to hear them. "Come on let me show you your team mates and some of my friends, da?" I smiled and walked right up to the fire.

Russia POV

What had I gotten myself into? In the same day I find out I had a daughter I get stuck in a mini war. Just my luck, what did I do to deserve it. We ran through the forest and came across the fire and Alaska just walked straight up to the fire.

"Alaska good to see ya, I saved you some Coca-Cola and peaches!" called one of the four states sitting at the fire. The girl had on the same outfit as everybody had, but had twinkling hazel eyes, sun kissed skin, she looked about fifth teen, and her hair that was the color of caramel was pulled together in twin braids.

"Thanks pass me that!" called Alaska back. "Oh, by the way I got some of the countries to join in on our fight to crush the blues."

"Awesome! Well we should really introduce ourselves, I'm Georgia." said the girl with a smile.

"Hey y'all I'm Texas, the biggest state!" called the cowboy who had hogtied America earlier.

"No way Texas, that ended when Alaska was made a state." said a boy with a heavy accent and an "I 3 NY" t-shirt on, he was one of the boys who broke the door earlier. The boy himself looked about seventeen, had dark black hair, and violet eyes. "Oh, and the names New York, don't forget it."

"I'm Idaho, and… Alaska did you bring the stuff?" asked the boy in overalls, with dusty blonde hair, wheat colored eyes, he appeared to be ten, and a spoon in one had over the water that was being boiled over the fire.

"Yes, I did, save some for me ok?" replied Alaska as she tossed him…potatoes? What in the world is going on here?

Alaska POV

I gave all the food to Idaho before sitting next to New York and Georgia. I looked up at the nations who looked a bit dazed. I took a peach from Georgia and the Coke and demolished the peach. (Author's note: In Alaska they just call it Coke, not Coca-Cola, people will look at ya funny if you do.) The nations were still standing there.

"Guys this is Russia and Belarus. They are going to help us take down that gross blue team. We HAVE to win this!" I declared.

"What are you fighting about, da?" asked Russia and we all gasped.

"Ya didn't tell them why we were in the middle of this fight, Alaska?" asked Georgia.

"I thought when I explained the colors it was pretty clear, da?" I replied shaking my little head in shock.

"All righty then, I'll explain it to y'all. We are fighting over a very important subject that is very delicate… That Coca-Cola is better than Pepsi! It is very important that we win and get other states to the dark side!" declared Georgia. (Author's note: I just couldn't help it, and am very proud of the Star Wars' reference.) The nations' mouths dropped from shock, this is what this was about?

"Ya, let's kick those Pepsi lovers back into the last century!" screamed New York. We were totally serious. This was a damn important thing we were fighting over; this wasn't over some silly little thing. This meant WAR!

Flashback

"Hey, New York! Coke-Cola sucks and Pepsi rules!" shouted New Jersey. That was how this whole thing began and New York screaming about Jersey Shore.

End of Flashback

Alaska POV

"Okay, time to assign jobs." declared New York. "Alaska you snipe from up in the trees and Belarus will do the spotting and wind readings. Russia you and Idaho will be firing grenades at them from Idaho's potato cannon. Texas and I will draw their attention and Russia watch out for Idaho he will be unable to defend himself from the damn Pepsi team. Georgia, you can…uhm…come with us and kill whatever moves."

"Sweet I get to be a Squirrel! Come on Auntie!" smiled Alaska causing the other states to shiver. I quickly stopped, but was still full of excitement.

~Time Skip Twenty Minutes later~

Alaska POV

I sat glaring down my scope watching for any sounds of movement. I was able to make shift rope hammock suspended from a tree and Belarus was right beside me. The sun had descended not long ago, and we now had on night vision goggles.

"Alaska how often do you fight about this?" asked Belarus in a quiet voice.

"At least every other month, so far we are tied with an equal score of four hundred and fifty-eight. We WILL get their sorry Pepsi butts this time for sure." I answered back quietly.

Then before Belarus could say anything more Georgia's voice cut in. "The Jersey Shore idiot is in sector eight."

"Roger that, will now discontinue the Pepsi idiot." I said in a calm voice into my radio.

I turned my scope to where New Jersey was sneaking up on New York. I then rapidly shot him until he fell to the ground and would without a doubt be too shocked to move.

"Thanks, little whale!" called New York over the radio and I watched as New Jersey was beat up by New York. I saw movement in the bushes behind them.

"Auntie, tell Aunt Ukraine I'm sorry!" I begged Belarus.

"Cannon, place 1628272. Fire before New York gets his butt kicked." I radioed in and within seconds a huge boom echoed through the battlefield and New York's head shot up as he saw in hit Ukraine knocking her out.

I then picked up my cell. "Hey, California we have a need of a medic, just follow New York's taxi driver voice." I then hung up the phone. I turned to Belarus who much to my surprise was laughing so hard I had to catch her before she fell out of the tree. I then looked back at the cannon carnage. California dressed in pure white with her shimmering sunflower yellow hair and flashing golden eyes were carrying Ukraine off of the battle field as though she was a feather.

"This is Texas. Can somebody come get me out of New Mexico's trap?" called a muffled voice over the radio.

"No, you are dead now, get over It." responded New York, and he did not use his radio. Man that guy had a pair of lungs on him.

"Alaska, I found their campsite, they appear to be talking about the losses." suddenly interrupted Belarus.

"Where?" I asked and Belarus pointed to were the rest of the Pepsi's were fighting over who should lead them. America was of course trying to take charge again, but not anymore because New Mexico had him tied to a tree.

"Belarus found them, they are in area eleven." I calmly put in over the argument over the radio. "Idaho, that's in the dead center, you can't miss."

"Belarus here I have another rifle, I can shoot without sights." I said as I handed over my current gun before pulling out another. I turned back to the clearing.

"Fire all units, fire." called New York and everybody on the red team turned the blue campsite into a kill zone. Nothing was stirring in the area and it was all stained red. We won.

"Thanks, Aunt Belarus. I have to go, it is past my bedtime." I apologized to Belarus before jumping out of the tree and using the rope to descend safely. My only thought was. "I FORGOT ABOUT MY WOLVES!" I ran for it, last time that happened I woke up to them not letting me get up and refusing to get off my bed. Now you may not know this, but those wolves weigh a lot.

(Thanks for reading this chapter and I will post the next one soon. Sorry for cutting it short, but you try writing 3,000 words a chapter! Oh, and thanks RusCan-CottonCandy57-GerIta for spurring my crazy soda battle, the teams had no meaning before the comment. ^-^)

Another Disclaimer: I don't own Pepsi or Coca-Cola and Alaska is actually a state that can't pick so the residents battle over it daily.