1917
February 1917, United States
The phone rang and America picked it up at once. Hopefully good news, America thought. He had been receiving bad news ever since Germany sank the Lusitania: Germany sank three more American ships with their U-boats, even though Wilson gave Germany's boss repeated warnings. One more action and America would have to go to war.
"America?" Britain's voice asked. "Is this you?"
"Hey, Britain, what's up?" America greeted. "Anything good?"
"America…" Britain hesitated.
Immediately, America was on his toes. "What happened, Britain?" he asked quietly.
"We just intercepted a telegram from Germany's foreign secretary, Arthur Zimmerman to Mexico's German ambassador," Britain said. "Zimmerman told Mexico that they could help reconquer the land they lost to you if Mexico joined the Central Powers."
America was stunned into silence. "That's it," America said at last. "I got to go now, Britain. I'll see you on the front." Then he hung up. America pulled on his bomber's jacket over his suit and his gloves over his hands. That idiot, America thought as he stormed out of the office. Who do they think they are? I'm the hero and they will go down. This is the last straw.
A Note from your Author:
Yeah, this chapter's a little longer but it's still short. Anyway, in this chapter America finally joins the war and yeah... In my history class, this one person asked, "Why do we always join wars at the last minute?" and my friend and I answered, "BECAUSE I'M THE HERO!"
Everyone looked at us weird.
I just love Hetalia references. Like this other time, we were discussing Queen Victoria of England and my teacher asked us to give a few details about her so when I was called on, I said:
"Queen Victoria married a German prince named Gilbert—I mean, Albert—and they had a bunch of kids together."
The question asked by my friend: "Did you just say 'Gilbert'?"
Me: "Maybe…"
If you've seen this on tumblr before, the person who created that chat was me…
And back to the story…