Hatake Kakashi. Eight dogs that crowded his house of two. A disgraced name turned on its head. A Rivalry that clung to him like a burr. An anbu title taken from a dead man. Three kids that grew up drenched in peace. A mask, because it keeps his nose warm. Kakashi-centric.

During World War Two, serious, limited Vietnam meets the boisterous America. Amid fighting, friendship, and stress, America tries to get Vietnam to like him, but she won't let that happen. Or will she?

She can't be there to smooth the hair from his brow as he awakens from a dirt black nightmare of bones and blood; can't be there to press against and push into and curl up because it is so hollow it hurts and she made everything feel so much better than it really was but her bones cannot warm the blood of the man she left behind.