Screams and sirens rang in the sky as the American citizens ran to the nearest refuge. Bombs were falling from the Axis planes as the load engines soared above the sky. The ground shook when bombs struck the ground and frightened citizens held close to their loved ones, hiding in darkness.
Amelia and Abraham cuddled close to America and they cried in fear. America was trying to soothe their cries.
"It's alright," America had forced a smile. "We're safe down here, they won't find us." Of course, America wasn't so sure and he was afraid himself. But he had to be brave for his children.
America didn't want to, but he had to fight Germany and Japan eventually. He felt as if his duties tore him in two ways: One was to go out and hold of the Axis troops, but the other was to be the protector and stay with his children. He couldn't abandon them, but he couldn't abandon his citizens either.
"Come on," America said as he picked up four year-old Amelia, with 6 year-old Abraham following close behind. America lead them to the closet and nudged his children inside. Again, he smiled as he tried to give his children encouragement to be brave.
"Daddy has to leave right now, but I'll be back."
"No, Daddy!" Amelia cried as she gave him a hug around his neck. "Don't go! I want you to stay here with us!"
"You can't just leave us here alone!" Abraham whined a bit.
"Hey, now, listen to me." America said putting Amelia down. "I'll be alright. And so will you little dudes. Come on, you're my little heroes, right? Heroes aren't afraid of anything! But you have to stay in the closet until I come back, okay?"
"But why?!" the children shivered.
"Because you'll both be safe here until I return. I promise, I'll be back soon."
The children sniffled and hugged their father.
"Now, Amelia. Listen to Abraham, don't leave this closet without him. And Abraham, look after your sister. Stay together," America said, his face a little serious. Abraham wiped away the tears in his eyes, trying to look as brave as he could.
"Okay, Daddy. I promise," he nodded.
"Be good," America said as he stood up and closed the closet door and locked it. They heard his footsteps fade, being replaced by the shriek of falling bombs and the rumble of the ground.
Amelia held onto her brother tightly, with tears falling from her face. Abraham didn't want to cry. He had to be brave like their father.
The sounds didn't stop for a long while. There would be a brief silence, which was soon followed by tanks and guns firing and echoing in the air. There were times when the children would want to go to sleep, but the sounds scared them enough to keep them awake.
The children weren't sure how long America had been gone and they were starting to get hungry.
"Abraham, I'm hungry. Can't we go out and grab some fruit from the kitchen?"
"No, Daddy said we have to stay here in the closet. He'll be back soon, he promised!" Abraham told her.
Then the front door blew open and they heard voices, but they didn't sound like Americans. The strangers walked in and started breaking and destroying the furniture. They had to be searching the house for survivors to kill.
A pair of boots walked by the closet door and Amelia gave out a frightened shriek. Abraham quickly covered her mouth and hoped that the strangers had not heard her. But he was wrong.
There was a few words the children didn't understand, but then the door was forced opened and the children stared speechless up at the invader.
He was a man with short black hair and brown, serious eyes. He had a sword resting on his hip and a gun in his arms, which he pointed at them. The children held their breath, but the man hesitated. He only stared at the children a long moment, then he put down the gun.
A taller, blond man walked up to the closet door and glanced inside. He and the man with the gun exchanged a glance and spoke to the other in words the children didn't understand. The blond man spoke.
"Children are innocent. Ve can't kill zhem. Let zhem go, Japan. Zhey schtill have a life to live."
Did he just say that in English? Did he mean what he said about letting the children live?
One soldier took out a gun and pointed it to the children, but the blond man took the gun away.
"Nein! Ve leave zhem alone!"
"Zhey're zhe enemy!" the soldier complained.
"Und zhey're schtill young und innocent!" the blond man frowned and shoved the soldier away. The soldier grumbled and muttered in another language, but he left. The man known as Japan put up his gun and nodded to the blond man's wishes.
"Let's go," the blond man said and turned away from the closet.
"Stay away from them!" came a voice. The two men turned and saw America standing behind them. His hair was messed up and dirt covered his face. There were scratches on his arms and forehead with some blood. He had been in battle.
"Daddy!" the children cried with joy. This wasn't the time for a happy reunion.
"Despite what you see, Mr. America, we are not going to kill your children. Instead, we will ret them rive." Japan told him.
"Save your words, Japan," America glared. "You stay away from my children! I won't let you take them away from me! Now you and Germany leave! Don't ever come back here again or it may get ugly!"
"Ve'll meet again. Soon," Germany glared back and he and Japan left without anymore argument.
America watched them leave before walking up to his children.
"Are you little dudes okay? They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"No, Daddy," Abraham said, "T-they let us go." America held his children close.
"I won't let them come near you again, I promise!" then he started crying.
"I was so worried when I saw them with you! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry you have to live through this!"
Seeing their father cry was a first with the children, but they started crying too. They were so relieved to see their father again. They were so glad they were safe. At least for the time being.