Sunday morning Sanji and Zoro were both lazing about in the living room, flicking through channels. Sanji still felt pretty shitty but better than he did the day before.

The news and history channel were abuzz with the seventy-third anniversary of Pearl Harbor. Sanji liked history well enough but Zoro really liked it. He was secretly a bit of a history buff, god forbid anyone know that his head wasn't as empty as it looked.

Once a channel was settled old airplanes flew across the screen showing bombs being dropped on an island base. There were lots of interviews and film reals, that was the great thing about World War Two, they had lots of video.

Zoro tried to imagine what it would have been like to been there, in the base. It would probably suck pretty hard, the bombing started at like 7:48 AM so if you were asleep it would be a pretty rude awakening. They weren't really even expecting the attack or anything. It was probably a pretty big miscalculation on the part of japan; instead of scaring the United States they provoked them. Everyone knows that if you fuck with the United States you have to deal with some major shit afterward.

World War Two on the hole sucked major dick for just about everyone, so many dead people. Japan was going so hard with their invasion in china that the nazis where like "you need to calm the fuck down" not one wants to be so awful that the nazis have to come in and mediate, the nazis were like rounding people up to murder or work them to death in camps, the Allies and Axis were both bombing the shit out of civilians via aircrafts, and the soviets were losing people left right and center before they went in and fucking got back at Germany but murdering and raping people. It was defiantly not a good time to be a part of the Soviet army, when Stalingrad was being invaded by Germany everything was chaos and all those who retreated were shot down my fellow officers. Just watch Enemy at the Gates. That's just to name a few of the fucked up things that happened. It was all kind of bullshit, extreme nationalism and imperialism is bad for everyone.

Then after the war was all over the land is like torn to shit and the people are starving, with destroyed homes, sausages are made of human meat, there are dead people everywhere. All that cannibalism, it's a wonder they didn't all turn into windigos.

Being a soldier sounded awful but so did being a civilian in Europe. All those bombs, blackouts, bomb shelters and air raids. It always made him think of Peter Pan. He wasn't sure how he felt about Peter Pan actually, on one had he really wanted to say fuck Peter Pan for some reason and on the other it was kind of cool. Flying away to an awesome imaginary world, if you didn't think too much on how it seemed like the kids were actually dead and being taken from their homes. He also really liked the quote, "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning." He couldn't really remember the actual movie though, just little parts.

For whatever reason he never liked Pete's little crew of kids or whatever they called themselves. Something about them just seemed really dodgy, Peter himself seemed really fucking dodgy. Anyone who constantly dressed in tights, stole kids from their homes, refused to grow up, and partook in especially dangerous endeavors was probably messed up in some capacity. Then therewas Tinkerbell, Disney really flew with her, fuck, pardon the pun. They ditched everyone else and rolled with Tinkerbell. Fair enough though, flying would be awesome, seriously.

Zoro tried to picture himself soaring through the sky while sword fighting in green tights. What a weird fucking image. Sanji was staring at him now, he must have been making a face.

"What are you thinking about?" The blond asked.

"Tinkerbell," Zoro responded bluntly.

"What the fuck? Why?"

"I don't know, I was thinking about Peter Pan."

"Oh, Peter Pan makes me think of Johnny Appleseed."

"Is it because of the 'pan' part of his name?"

"Maybe, shut up. I went to his grave once when I was little- Johnny Appleseed's I mean not Peter Pan's- or rather his estimated grave. He was buried by a river so he was probably swept down stream at some point."

"What did he even do?"

"I don't know, plant apple trees and be nice to people. I think he had something to do with churches too."

"Why is he so famous?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

"You went to his grave."

"I was like ten, I didn't actually give a shit about Johnny Appleseed. In fact I still don't and I refuse to answer anymore Johnny Appleseed questions on principal." Sanji crossed his arms defensively.

"I'm going to put apple seeds in your food and then you'll grow apple trees in your stomach."

"How old are you? That doesn't fucking work."

"Yes it does, how do you think I got green hair?"

"You got green hair from eating apple seeds?"

"No, I got green hair by eating a whole bag of grass seeds."

"Do you think if you ate strawberry seeds you would grow strawberries because I really want some right now."

Zoro wrinkled his nose. "I don't like strawberries, pick a different plant."

"What about an mango tree- or no, one solitary rose sticking out of the top of your head, you would look like some weird alien. You already look like some weird alien."

"I do not, my hair is perfectly normal."

"Right, sure marimo."

"At least my hair isn't the color of vanilla pudding."

"What the fuck? Why does my hair remind you of vanilla pudding?"

"It's yellow, it smells good, and I want to run my hands through it."

"I'll take that as a complement then, I guess."

"Do whatever you want, pudding head."

Sanji groaned, "If you start calling me that I swear to god I will obliterate your testicles with my foot."

Zoro smirked and turned back to watching airplanes drop bombs on people.

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A/N: Oh, I wrote a little story about Zoro, Sanji, and World War Two, you know, if you're interested- wait, I'm a self promoting? I am, aren't I? *shoots self*

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