Summoning the Greater Axis Pact
Pact 4: Saderan Alliance Part 4
6 Hours Later
JSDF Military Base
The JSDF General, Kouichirou Hazama had not been expecting this, in the room with him was a German and Italian Leader, the Head of Security, Adler Reichs von Rhine and the female Italian Royal General, Zara Maria Giovanna von Zara, or rather...Zara von Zara, how that works? No one knows.
The next were basically a German, an American, a British, a French, Italian, Japanese and Russian. Holy shit were there a lot of people in the office he was in now with girls wearing no fucking skirts, was he or something, since he didn't really sign up to meet up with two Europeans that are not supposed to exist, seven Generals that he very well know should not be living as of now! And then there are a few girls with no fucking leggings.
"...I..."
"I cannot believe that Japan can be actually passive." The German that should not have existed spoke up.
"Fucking believe it now, motherfucker." The Italian that should not have existed came back that quickly ripped that German's heart off.
"That hurts, Zara."
"Not the first time, Adler."
"Alright, now that's out of the way." Adler clapped his hand. "I am Adler Reichs von Rhine, in charge of the Greater German Empire that has an Italy that just got invaded."
"In Anzio." Zara added in.
"Yes, in Anzio." Adler sighed. "Can we just lift up the mood, what the hell is with the formality?"
"Alright, I think I can't help, but agree that we actually cannot stand politics." The American spoke up. "I am General George Smith Patton Junior, of the United Liberion Army."
"It's American." Hazama corrected.
"Excuse me?"
"Now now, apparently we have different names for countries, since our universes or worlds are...apparently different, each and one of us are different in our own ways, and we would constantly be correcting each other if we continue this argument." The other German that should've definitely not lived spoke up, interjecting the conversation. "I am Field Marshal Erwin Rommel of the Karlsland Reichswehr."
"Bit by bit, my sanity's begun to crumble..." Adler muttered under his breath, to which Zara took upon herself to pat him on the back.
"I am Field Marshal Georgy Zhukov of the Imperial Orussian Army."
"I am Marshal Giovanni Messe of the Romagnan Regio Esercito."
"I am Field Marshal Tomoyuki Yamashita of the Imperial Fusoan Army."
"I am Brigadier General Charles de Gaulle of the Gallian Army."
"And lastly...I am Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery of the Royal Britannien Army."
"...This room is filled with people from the history books..." Zara was constantly trying to get the German to calm down. "I am being surrounded by Generals that are supposed to not be here...Zara, what the fuck is happening here?"
"Marshal, get a grip on yourself."
"...I'll cut to the chase, we wish for a Military Alliance, albeit temporary..."
"Let's get on with it." Adler was already shivering from what seemed to be excitement and complete giddiness. "Ehem, sorry for my behavior. Anyways, seeing how we all have lost men and women from this Empire, I'd say an Alliance, temporary or permanent is a good goal for all of us if I might say so."
"...So, can you provide us with supplies?" Erwin questioned as Adler coughed.
"Yes, we can provide enough supplies given the time to completely build our runway and air base. We can also add in a sufficient airbase and runway on your base if need be, although that would take time and have me actually pay it directly, since Germany and Italy don't really wish to expand any other things outside our base. So that being said, it'll be some time for my private workers to get the work done."
"Understandable." The Karlslander nodded.
"Either way, we will also aid you in battle, but for that...umm..."
"Yes, we still have no plans on building an actual base from our Gate, so that will be a problem in the future." Zara rubbed her temples. "And the fact that the numbers of the Saderan Alliance is nothing to scoff at either..."
"Well, things might still get a bit hairy there..." Tomoyuki spoke with a few nods, understanding the situation of high manpower, quality would fall if not taken care off.
"And then politics...something you really don't need in the military unless its for funds."
"...Couldn't have put it better in words." Erwin bitterly chuckled.
"Politics' annoying especially with a free media that says shit that are misleading..."
"Not to mention a Press would also be held..."
"Oh God...that's every soldiers' nightmare to asked…"
"Asked? Asked for?" Bernard was actually intrigued on what they might actually encounter in the Press.
"...Stupid ass questions that really makes me question whether humanity really needs to be saved, since the last time I was in it, I was asked if the slaughter against an enemy of mine who basically killed innocent bystanders deserved it...I said yes...and many more, the media soon really got to her with how that person expected things would go, that person got so criticized, she was pulled out of the questioning session. Holy shit was I pissed at that fucking nutcase of a human being that I would've sentenced that person to a life long life in prison." Adler was already going too passionate with his bit as he then realized it before coughing. "Just a thought...nothing serious."
The room was really silent. "Many stressful things in life?"
"Very much so..." Adler nodded quietly. "...Zara, remind me to not go home when that woman is still going through the heat."
"...Eh? W-Well, noted."
"Well then, I don't know what you Generals and Marshals will do, but if there's anything different, I would go there and beat the shit of whoever thought it was a good idea to fucking make a press on matters concerning a war."
"They really got to your nerves huh?"
"You got no clue on what I had to deal with as the Head of Security." Adler looked a bit depressed.
"Well, before we turn this to what your side is...Generals? Marshals?"
"Ah yes, while we are not particularly...intrigued by the thought of having to go there and answering stupid questions as the young man had pointed out several times and passionately hating it, I say we decline, but if we can then we can send a Witch to represent." Patton quickly placed in, he was not going to be arguing over the fact that an Anti-War conspiracy, this just happened to be a really bad time to come through and look at how society progressed, seeing their advanced weaponry.
"And this Witch...happens to be-"
"Well, Captain Aisyah Sulaiman, Squadron Leader Mio and Commanding Officer Minna. I believe that you will send a few men with you, herr Adler?" Rommel questioned.
"Of course and if I might, I'll bring my own gun, no offense, but I don't trust you lot too easily now..."
"Understandable, but I really need to make it clear for the other side to let you in with it." General Hazama nodded.
"Thank you for that."
"Anything one wishes to add?"
"...No, not really, other than how much society progressed in your world, General Hazama?"
"Well, after the Second World War, the War you fought against these...well, Aliens, we were...bombed heavily and quickly capitulated to the Americans or Liberions, Germany or Karlsland got invaded by the Three Majors, Russia or at that time, the Soviet Union or by your World's Orussia...was that right? It is quite confusing."
"Understandable, but that is correct."
"Then an Allied invasion through France or Gallia..."
"That is correct, monsieur Hazama."
"By that time, Germany would capitulate with the fact that Italian or Romagnan rebels rebelled against the Fascist regime and then put an end to the Second World War. That was when the Cold War between the US and Soviet Union began to rise, we were caught in the midst of it as well as NATO, the Europeans. That cold war would soon end and the fact that we progress with minor conflicts here and there came through, right now, Right Wings just began to start a comeback with how much of a pacifist we are..."
"That really sounds a lot different from mine to be honest..."
"Oh? Pray tell."
"By the start of the war, we quickly encircled Poland entirely, then executed a quick Sickle move to capture the Allied Army in Belgium, cornered between Dunkirk and Flanders, making our way to Paris, we quickly sent a massive Naval Invasion that costed us thousands of men before reaching inland where they were actually building fortifications, by capturing London, we threatened the Allies to capitulate otherwise we'd kill the Royal Family."
"YOU WHAT!?" Bernard was one to quickly react as that was really an underhanded tactic.
"True, yes, but we only threatened them, the leader at the time wasn't fond of the fact that of us killing the Royal Family. By then, we divided the world into pieces, North Africa to Italy and Germany...Germany took the rest, Italy took the Balkans as well, just to quickly add in. By then, we targeted the Soviet Union or as we know it communism."
"Communism, that blasted ideology had taken over my motherland?!"
"Yes, sadly. A purge was going on with the officers against the current Premier, making it our best time to exact our plot to end the Red Menace, we swooped in and basically capitulate them, took the States, took over the World with not much to even add in."
"...That was a highly unrealistic story."
"Don't mention it, I've been questioning if what I was reading was either correct or corrupt, but since the World is Axis, that really didn't matter."
"...And the technology?"
"We just got a new portable railgun, really turns out to be useful as an AT gun more so than Rockets or Missiles, the ammunitions kinda expensive, but not as if we can't afford to make it cheaper and actually more devastating."
"Ohhh, that I want in my Army." Said every General, they needed something to combat their own enemies, for one the Neuroi, having a gun that could pierce a tank through no problem would be highly effective for soldiers and Witches-alike and they had no plans on retiring the Witches, especially in this age.
"Sadly, sometimes we really need to keep our hands to ourselves. That was just an example, I really don't wish to add in more details and secrets."
"Then why share that with us?" Charles questioned skeptically.
"Your Witches saw it, your men saw it, the JSDF saw it. What more do you ask?"
"Will you bring it up in a Diet Conference?" Hazama questioned.
"It's better if I don't, if I know correctly...someone's a warmonger, right?"
"Well, not a warmonger, but a capitalist."
"Same thing."
"Are they?"
"No, but I really tend to think that they get real greedy about this whole incident and are really hungry for resources, aren't they?"
"I...Yes, that is the truth, Japan really didn't want much, but a quick civilian return and be done with all this, but the resources here are abundant."
"Well, that's when your Alliance really doesn't give a shit huh?" Zara rubbed her temple, she was thankful that her German allies weren't like that, having enough resources, they really gave them an advantage in trades, due to their improving relationships and how fascism had been giving them some advantages, that is ultranationalism, corporatism and militarism. "Really annoying, but I have yet to experience that."
"Indeed you haven't, Zara. Since we're not maniacs like that."
"You're still taking some land from us." Zara looked at him, annoyed.
"...We need some form of small payment."
"I guess nothing is free huh?"
"We're giving you some funds through this."
"Fair enough."
"Anyways! Let's not get that far, our main concern is of our enemies, we have yet to be able to communicate through the language barrier."
"Well, we have, but the answer is really not the one you wish."
"...Do tell, it is better to know than to be ignorant of what we are facing." Zhukov spoke seriously.
"300 Kingdoms, 46 of which had been annexed as Imperial Regions if sources read right, 481 Grand Duchies, 26 of which are annexed, 61 Duchies, in which 4 are annexed and basically around...82 Free Cities, of which 9 are annexed."
"That still leaves us with...an abundant amount of enemies." Giovanni spoke up.
"Do we have any form of maps that can be used to tell the odds?"
"We do in fact, starting with a satellite we just sent. This is our current situation." The form of a map came through as Adler laid it out. "This is our standpoint." A small star with two other smaller stars, the map represented the massive continent with another on the right of it, through the Ocean with another continent on top. "This is the known region, we only identified two or three kingdoms' name, Quid, Longtown and Twinslo."
"You have a satellite up here!?" Hazama questioned with an intense stare. "How? How did your government allow for such equipment?"
"...Adler brought it up, saying we'd be going blindly even with a Strategic Reconnaissance Aircraft, so we opted for a satellite, a cheap one albeit, but a satellite nonetheless."
"I see...truly your world is preferring its military than its politics."
"Our politics with our 'puppets' are a lot better with the fact that we keep in binds of giving them limited exposure to our technology as they develop theirs, this is what America in our world had been up to."
"This is-!"
The F-17 Cobra Jet Fighter, the Generals looked absolutely astounded at the piece of craft. "An experimental carrier-based model, they used a lot of them, they simply were going for the multi-roles with how many they can get with our Me368 Horneisse, the Horneisse might actually be beaten if this continues on." He took out a photo of the Me368 or the Pseudo F-18 Hornet.
"Amazing, how long did this take for them?" Patton questioned, having not seen a single jet-engine aircraft.
"...Three years maybe? We've never kept count of years, just the needed funds and the needed materials. The materials were so little in comparison, maybe because reverse engineering really worked out for them."
"Still, it looks like the Hornet from our timeline," the Japanese pulled out the photo of an F-18 Hornet.
"True...might it be the fact that my Germany is actually a counterpart of your America than of my America itself?"
"That...seems to be the case quite interestingly." Hazama nodded. "With this information, you are a lot more reliable to be honest..."
"...Sad thing is our Japan is really handling another nation right now, so we'll have yet the help from them."
"You're waging a war before this?" Rommel looked a bit stupefied by that these Germans and Italians as well as Japanese of their own having need to go through another war on their side.
"Oh don't worry, Japan and the others got the hang of it, if I know correctly, they're toying with them, making them suffer or something..." That sounded like Japan if two nukes didn't drop alright, fearless and basically merciless. "For all I know we don't need to fight a battle on the sea."
"That might change in the future, but we must prepare ourselves for the coming invasion."
"True. Our Divisions now number in around forty, 10 Germans and 30 Italians, Zara, if you may."
"Alright, since Adler done all the talking, I'll be heeding the proposed battle strategy." She took out a pen she had in her inventory. "First of are the movements to the frontlines, numbering in with a few Divisions only, not the main force, the main force shall be placed behind if needed. With how thin we are on supplies, Germany will provide airlifts and supply drops every now and then to keep up the logistics, with that in mind, we will be building paths to ease our logistics, Japan needs to step up their equipment, but if they can't, inevitably, Germany will supply them with lend lease in exchange of information and possibly economic exchanges."
"...I cannot complain for that."
"Italy had been intrigued to create a more...devastating plan for them, circling through the coastlines and then capturing the port cities to reduce the amount of income the Saderans make, possibly draining them slowly of economy."
"A fine plan..." Zhukov nodded. "But what of aircrafts?"
"I am getting to that. Germany had deployed several bombers, more coming in later. They have plans to start a massive bombing run on multiple kingdoms, but with how far each are, we will be building air bases as we progress. Italy had taken initiatives in deploying fighter jets and less bombers."
"Right and where do we actually come in?"
"With or without, I do not know where you can come in, but if you must, then you would be better off going coastline or by the flat terrain, judging the fact that your tanks are still in the ZWK era, what I would expect would be more advanced tanks in the future, although I am unsure of when they will come."
"...Logical, I'd say."
"I will inform whether Command or Adler decides to give you tanks, but for now, apparently he's really being...different."
"One quick question." The men turned to him as he held out a bag, taking out a few posters and a marker, he asked with a straight face. "Can I have your autographs?"
"...Eh?"
(Insert: Fanboy moment in the background)
Somewhere in a Bar in the Continent of Falmart
"They killed the Great Fire Dragon!?"
"BAH, that's untrue! The otherworlders can never kill something like the Great Fire Dragon!"
"Impossible!"
"You must've been dreaming!"
"Heh, as if I care when you don't believe me." The waitress harrumphed. "They saved me when our part of the convoy got slaughtered by that dragon, they killed it with enough explosives and magic to disintegrate its facial features. I don't care, but forever will I be grateful for those men and women who fought against that dragon!"
"What do you think of the story?" Pina questioned as she sat with her comrades on another table.
"What do I think? I say it's a waste of time, the otherworlders might have defeated the Empire, but that was because we sent a small margin of our army. They can hardly kill a being like the Great Fire Dragon!"
"But...doesn't it feel a bit slightly odd? The Empire did send out 10% of its army that quickly destroyed many kingdoms' armies, yet they still stand before us and expanded." A female knight, Hamilton, the right hand of Pina pointed out.
"Hamilton, are you questioning the Empire's might?"
"N-No, your Majesty, but I just simply thought it was odd..."
"I see...true, the Empire had been defeated, but only a battle has been lost, the war has not."
"I see! A battle doesn't really decide the outcome of a war. You are wise, your Majesty."
"Bah, either way, it's just untrue." The young male knight yelled.
"But it's true, sir Knight!" Another waitress who was a victim of the attack nodded. "The otherworlders simply killed that dragon with no losses, despite our casualties. But I don't think you'd believe me eitherway…"
"Well...I believe you." Taking out a piece of silver to the maid, who quickly beamed.
"Oh, thank you, kind miss." She pocketed the silver. "Our journey went when three otherworlders arrived, wearing similar, but different uniforms accompanied with girls who wore contraptions of some sort made of metal on their legs and carried staves as all the men. Apparently they wished to camp for the night in our village before getting a report that the Fire Dragon was nearby and annihilated an elven village within the night."
The other waitress simply nodded at her friend's story. "Topping it off, they summoned more of their men and an Iron Elephant, despite having three of them in their group. The day went on until the Dragon attacked us, the men in uniforms led us away when the girls with the contraptions and staves stayed back and fight, apparently they are a group of elites, when that didn't work, four Iron Dragons quickly assisted them in battle, firing off feathers towards the dragon. It all ended when the girls who flew fired their staves on the eyes of the dragon that quickly led it to a blind rage when the entire group did the same. It killed many of our people, but the men quickly summoned more of their elephants and they quickly killed that dragon with multiple explosive magic to its belly and head. They were really amazing...on top of that didn't even need payment for their services."
"I-I...thank you, miss! They sound like amazing people."
"Still, it seems too farfetched, don't you get yourself a souvenir like a scale or something? Who in the right mind, wouldn't!?" Everyone laughed, but that quieted down when a knock came, coming from Pina's table, whose occupants were shocked and looked really fearful when they realized what the waitress was knocking their table with.
A Red Dragon scale, charred, but still a Dragon scale, a scale too large that it looked as big as the hand itself, too big to be a Rider's wyvern scale. "I did, I just forgot about it. Thanks for reminding me." She gave a toothy grin. "They offered each of us a scale and took the rest and apparently took the corpse with them for some reason. And I had to say, they are quite light for Dragon scales."
"A-Ah..."
"Nothing to say, why don't you?" The waitress simply smirked back triumphantly.
7th Recon Company
"So, the Panzerkampf Korp had been deployed..." Capitano Astermann spoke with a few Germans nodding.
"Ah, Joe's smelling some napalm."
"I am not!" Joseph yelled.
"Keep telling yourself that."
"Hey, you four!" The four turned to find a petite Kuribayashi approaching them. "So you're with the other Recon Company?"
"Yes...pray tell, what is it that you wish to know?"
"...How tough is your military? I want to know, if you are anything like an American marine."
"...Hmm, challenging us, aye? Very well then, I'll humor you." Grabbing a crate, he quickly had his arm ready for an arm wrestling match. Kuribayashi simply grinned before she accepted the match. "Don't cry when you lose, alright?"
"Like hell I'll lose!"
"Rules are simple, whoever loses, loses, no outside force, no double-handing, no not touching the create, no moving the elbow joint for an advantageous point, got that?"
"Got it!"
"Alright, on three! Two! One! Begin!" The two quickly found that each of them weren't really that weak as they thought they were. Kuribayashi's grin faltered, but it was still there.
"I'll hand it to ya, you're strong..."
"...Same to you." The two continued to wrestle as a crowd of Germans and Japanese began to form, each giving their bets and cheering for each of them.
"Urrgggh."
"Tch."
As those two continue on, a few of the Italian weebs had been discussing things like a conference of sorts. "You know...the Panzer Combatant School really has cute pairings huh?"
"The women are MILFs, mate. It's bound to have a hentai made by another nation."
"What about Japan?"
…
"Japan's way too honorable for that, bitch, a Japanese would probably smack you right across the face and make you do a few spins before going down if you ask them whether they watch hentai or not."
"Fair nuff."
"Ahhh, but these sure are cheap huh? Going to the sale was really worth the trouble!" An Italian stretched as he read the doujinshi he bought from an Anime Expo where a woman was selling doujinshis as mangas.
"Yep."
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" A few Japanese otakus just came around with their stash...of doujinshi.
"You guys into hentai too?"
"Hell yeah, exchanging culture?"
"...Yeah why not?"
...
"What the hell is this? This is a masterpiece!" A Japanese shouted as they read through the Japanese-translated doujinshi that seldom bought, but apparently Italians do it for 'accuracy of language and where the anime is from'. "There's actually a plot and not just some mindless rape or shit! There's actually a pairing! Holy shit, they even have a tank!"
"...Hey, what the hell is this shit?" An Italian whispered as he read through one of the worst doujinshi there is in history, apparently the Japanese otakus had been just taking the ones that were cheap enough to be bought, talk about budget cuts...
"I don't know, but what the fuck is with the rape scene and that ugly bastard raping an underaged girl?"
"I have no fucking idea. This really makes the regulars I read a lot more appreciated in my opinion, this is way too fucking stupid...who the hell thought of this and wrote this again?"
"And I thought that Japanese are actually honorable..."
"They're pussies here, no doubt."
"But there are some good ones...although no plot or actual relationships..."
"Then there's the harem animes...what is it with these?"
"I mean, if they have a meaningful relationship I'm not one to care, but this? What the hell is this?"
...
"And down she goes! Kuribayashi loses after what seems to be a five minute struggle! Cutie McSlaughter just went down in the history of 101 victory-streaks!" A Japanese announcer quickly announced the winner of the contest.
"Ahhhh...I lost...that was a good match though..." Kuribayashi stretched her exhausted arm.
"Oh, that was...good." Kuribayashi had to give him that.
"He was just given the hardest challenge, mate, bravo, girl! You showed 'em who's boss!"
"Didn't you lose to him in a second?"
"One more word I kill you."
"Nope, I didn't say anything implying that you lost."
"I'm still killing you in the future."
...
"So you do cooking?" A Japanese cook questioned as Yoshika nodded before looking at the utensils. "You know how to operate one of these?"
"There are many back home, I...kinda like to cook."
"Well, welcome to the kitchen." The cook smiled as Yoshika soon got acquainted with the newer up to date equipments like the microwave. "Just don't use Chef 'Mike' too often." He pointed to the microwave.
"Chef Mike?"
"Yes...Chef Microwave over there, he's not good for many foods unless you're eating on a budget." The feeling that many know all too well.
"Oh! Okay! Gomenasai, chef Mike, but I won't be using you." The cooks stared at the girl apologizing to the microwave.
"She's way too innocent to be a combatant..." Everyone muttered unknowingly...
…
"Mmmm…" The elf girl from the well of the ruined elven village woke up as she stirred, she found a ceiling of white with a bright light that came from the ceiling, narrowing her eyes, she shielded her eyes with her right hand before realizing that something was placed on it, a needle of sorts...
"Oh you're awake." An unfamiliar woman took her place by the bed, sitting on a chair. "Umm, hi?"
"Where...am I?"
"You're in the Medical Bay of Fort Alnus, I have to admit, these people are damn fine in medicals..."
"Who are...you?"
"I'm the Magical Technician of the German Wehrmacht, Paie Weelumn. Weird name I know, I've been meaning to change it for a while..." The woman, Paie looked away. "A-Anyways, how are you feeling?"
"...A bit...tipsy...umm, the Fire Dragon...a-ah! The Fire Dragon! The village!"
"I'm...sorry, but the village was ruined and destroyed when we found it."
"...Aha...y-you're joking...right? Right?" The elf began to look a lot more hysteric, too many thoughts came through her head. "Paie? This is all...a dream? It must be, right? It must've been, otherwise...father...father..."
"Calm down, calm down! Panicking won't do you any good! Get back to your senses!"
"I...I...Paie, where do I go? Where can I go? I lost my home...this must be a dream...this all...all of this is fake-"
SLAP!
"Listen to me, I do not know your name, but whatever it is, whoever you are, you must calm down!"
"...I...Paie, I'm scared...I'm scared...I'm scared, I don't know what to do..."
"...Can you tell me your name first?"
"...T-Tuka…"
"Tuka...that's a beautiful name...but, Tuka, while your village is gone, I will be here for you, alright?"
"P-Paie?"
"I was...similar to you, I lost my hope when my base...I was in a country who was at war with the Germans you see, I was...lost when my base...my...comrades all died in the attack...but, I was wrong, not all hope was lost when I was found by two men...they gave me hope...they made me see the silver lining behind the cloud. That's why...don't lose hope, do not be afraid...many things happen, but you do not need to be afraid of it."
"..."
"Live...live your life, your father would not want you to abandon all hope, to abandon life is...it's hard...harder than living, because all you know is that you are afraid...when you take that...everyone around you, family not...relatives not...friends not...acquaintances not...but that will hit them, everyone cares for your life, you matter, do not give up, alright?"
"...I...alright, I won't...thank you..."
"...On another note...here." Paie took out something from her back, a red piece of scale.
"What...is this?"
"A scale...of the Great Fire Dragon that destroyed your village...we killed it."
"...Father...father..." Tuka began to laugh and cry some tears. "Thank you...for avenging my village...for me..."
"It is of no trouble, miss Tuka."
...
"Interesting..." The food laid down on the wooden table was not of a small amount, bread, liquified fruits if Lelei deduced correctly, roasted chicken, sauces of sorts, meat, vegetables...everything was laid down, it wasn't much for all, but it was...enough at least...
"Hey Lelei, are you not going to eat?" Cato, her Master questioned his own apprentice.
"I will...it is just...it is very...variative..."
"Just take~whatever you want~, alright~?" The man in green with the goatee said with a broken pronunciation and basically in a monotonous tone, much worse than Lelei's deadpan.
"That really sounded terrible."
"Shut up! As if you could do better!"
"I never said I can do better, I just said that you really didn't try that hard."
"Oh shut the fuck up, you Italian!"
"...That's the best you can come up with?"
"...Yeah..."
"Pathetic, and I thought that Japanese people are one of the most fierce and stubborn soldiers...there goes that thought..."
The banter of the two soldiers of different uniforms was beginning to make everyone think they weren't really close friends...as if they were...
...
Rory the Reaper, a title fitting for a Demi-God of Death, Darkness, War, Violence and Insanity.
Rory Mercury was a Demi-God, an Apostle of Emroy, the God of Darkness, Death, War, Violence and Insanity, but Rory...was not as in opinion as her own God, she had been truly trying to find a life-long partner and that time was coming short, with only seventy years left to find an actual person she can bond with...she's not going to have much time...
Despite her attitude on the outside, she had been really thoughtful of what she will be as a Goddess, what she will represent and what she will do as time passes...Immortality...is far...far too agonizing of a life when thought through. Did she deserve it as a reward? She didn't know. As a punishment? Who knows? It was a paradox of existence if she knows it full well, and having that Bitch, Hardy scouting her wasn't that much of a help.
Especially when said Goddess is a lesbian...
Having a Demi-God's body was really helpful when she encounter Giselle, Hardy's Apostle, while she can't change the color of her hair, eyes or change her face's structure, she can try to become either an older or younger version of herself and this...body...is highly resilient, but with Hardy being the bitch she is, that Apostle of hers was still a trouble to deal with, having able to sniff her out because of her Half-Dragon blood.
"Truly...an agonizing life..." She spoke to herself with a self-pitying chuckle before beginning her chore. "Dear Emroy…" She began her prayer, having no one to hear her, she expressed all her hatred, all her frustrations, all of her agony and all of her suffering to Emroy. So why? Why did she become one?
"I...wish to protect her...I want to protect my friends..."
"A foolish wish for a girl like you...but very well, I pick you...as my Right Hand."
She remembered her own internal screams that echoed that night despite it being silent when that unholy presence filled her...and it filled her like a plague, pain, suffering, agony, her mind began to go insane, the pain became her pleasure. Darkness became her soul. Violence became her mind. War became her instinct. Crime became her judgement. Execution became her chore. Death became her sentiment and then...Love...became her dream.
That made her who she is now...an Apostle who came to be from an orphan, a near nobody with few friends...and slaughtered the entirety of a cult...
"I give those who have sinned to you...Emroy…" With that, she finalized her duty to pray and praise her God. "May they who sinned...be burnt in your will."
With that, taking her Axe, she finished her duty for the day. Gone was her sorrowful face, replaced by a dark smile, a fake dark smile. How much she would get rid of the words...'Fake' and 'Dark'.
Has she...ever truly...lived?
Fields of Devastation
Lelei watched into the horizon of a field...a field of dead bodies. "Wow..." Tuka, the blonde elf girl with blue eyes spoke up, wearing a white baggy shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of flip-flops. "They sure killed many dragons..."
"We can fund them by selling dragon scales..."
"Really? So we don't need to sell our bodies?!"
"...Wouldn't recommend that, Men in Grey and Tan looked disgusted when asked of slaves."
"Oh...Oh alright...what about the men in green?"
"Neither..."
"Oh...the others?"
"Hate it."
"...well, this is the best we can give to them as payment for their help..."
"Still..."
"We can simply ask for their help to sell these."
"Don't they need them for armor and others?"
"Apparently they don't need them due to their standards, they have no issues about us taking them."
"Oh, I see..."
"Hmmm, interesting people." The two turned to find Rory Mercury smiling at the sight of the dead armies. "They never needed to use any of these dragon scales huh?"
"Oracle Rory..."
"Oh do please drop the Oracle, it gets...boring with that part."
"I see, lady Mercury."
"...You are a slow learner, aren't you?" Rory deadpanned at the girl.
"I do not see myself disrespecting you, lady Mercury."
"Ahhhhhh, I really am unlucky..." She bellowed to herself. "Haha, but such is the life of an Apostle...as if someone really cares..."
"Either way, we should sell these scales to support ourselves."
"I can agree with that, but to where?"
"My Master has an associate in Italica, from there we can sell these scales."
"...Aren't they at war with the Empire? Italica is simply an enemy in their eyes."
"...Hmm, troublesome..."
"Well...I heard that the Count just passed from the battle of Alnus, maybe we will be lucky and not get identified as the enemy."
"...Perhaps, we need to discuss this matter."
JSDF Base
A Few Days Later
"So...since when are we a delivery Company?" Itami questioned himself as Takeo sighed at his own luck in finding a love life.
"I have no idea..." He responded, dead in the inside.
"Itami! I blame you!" Itami could hear the voice of the Italian Commander of his own Company, many others from the World Pact can be heard groaning.
"Why are we even here?"
"Just to suffer?"
"Probably to make you all suffer or somethin', give or take. Woo! Deutschland!"
"Shut the fuck up! Why are you so happy anyways!?"
"WE GET A DAY OFF ESSENTIALLY IN A FRESH GREEN WORLD!"
"What's taking them so long anyway?" Itami asked as he turned to find. "HOLY SHIT!" A couple bags filled with dragons scales of various color. "We're gonna need a bigger ride."
"Was that-"
"No need to make a 'Was that a reference' joke."
"...Was that necessary is what I'm trying to say." Takeo gave Itami a deadpanned look.
"...Oh..."
"Suffice to say that was next line in my head."
"...I really hate this..." Itami was slowly dying in the inside, what should've been a fun, fantasy and military anime-like plot to a German-Italian-Japanese-WW2-esque Bullshitery and possibly a political one as well! "...Is everyone on board?"
"Ready..." Holy shit, the entire company was possibly lifeless at this point, some of the Witches were basically looking a bit worried at their own peers.
HONNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
A Driver fell asleep before they even began to move.
"Wha-huh!?"
"Holy shit, this Delivery Team really isn't the best huh?"
"Oh, shut up...we're moving out!"
"Roger..."
"Rog...zzzZZZ." Holy shit, someone fell asleep when he asked!
"Oi! Wake up! Wake up!"
"Wha-I'M UP! I'M UP!"
"Yeah, Axis without violence, really isn't the same...it's like a different world...literally..."
"Yeah, true that, bruder…" A German spoke up.
"...Since when are we related?" The Italian questioned.
"South Tyrol."
...
...
...
"...What do you...Oh...Ohhh..."
"You got what I mean now?"
"Yep."
Oh God, for all this, Itami would probably be barraged fire by constant Axis memes or something European he wouldn't even know! This is probably the definition of hell. "Should we sing an anime song?"
"HELL NAW, YOU WEEBOO!"
Path to Italica
"Are we there yet?"
"You can ask Joe."
"Who's Jo-"
"JOE MAMA!"
"Holy shit, dude. That joke's getting old."
"OLD MAMA!"
"Dude! Fuck off!"
"Oh God..." The Germans, Japanese and the World Pact can't help, but sigh deeply. The Germans can only smack the Italians who weren't driving, otherwise, they'd die. So they really just smacked them to the wheel, hoping that while injured, the Italians would die.
…
That was way too dark and highly unrealistic.
But that was what the Germans wish they could do if they had the balls to do it.
"How about a song?"
"...You better not be playing an anime song."
"Me:-"
"Yeah, no, you go screw right off!"
"Aww."
"Let's just listen to some old..."
A harmonica began to play in the background as a slow clap began. Some of the Axis quickly recognized the song as the others simply just listened in to the tune. "La la la~la la la...la la..." A German began to sing along in an acapella.
"Ra ra ra ra...ra ra ra ra...ra ra lalala…"
"Thoughts endless in flight..." For once, the usual banter was replaced by an actually soothing song. "Day turns to night...Questions you ask your soul..."
"Which way do I go...? How fast is too slow...? The journey has its time within us..."
"The journey begins."
"It starts from within."
"Things that I need to know..."
"The Song of the bird."
"Echoed in words..."
"Flying for the need...to fly..."
"Damn, this song really hit me hard..."
"That was some nice song you boys sang, mind if I ask what it's name is?" Amirah asked over the radio.
"Ah, the name's Journey Home by Glynda Elizabeth Marie."
"I see, it'd be nice to have some cultural exchange." The Britannian Royal Air Force officer spoke through.
"Sure does..."
"Who knows, we might actually learn something from the old days!"
"Well, that's the good ol' days with our fly boys." The Germans went about. "Ahh, too bad they don't have a Reichs Luftwaffe...for our International Allies..."
"...Do we really need a Reichs Luftwaffe when the Reichs Schutzstaffel is controversial enough?"
"Ah, shut up, there is never the word of too much men." A German spoke up, hands really making gestures of insanity. "It's crazy that people think that we actually have enough men when all around us today, everyone is fucking declaring war and dragging us into it!"
"Ah yes! But good thing we get to do is to revive the Austrian-Hungarian Empire!"
"Are we actually gonna unite Austria with Hungary again? After what happened?"
"Nah, Austria's better with us, Hungary's currently a bit in a pinch in economy, not to say that Romania isn't ceding Transylvania anytime soon."
"Yeah, it's getting annoying with the two constantly bickering, when we ask Romania to cede Hungarian territory, they'd be bitching and demand some Ukrainian lands. That's what makes it harder."
"Yeah, everyone's bitching right now. Anyone wanna read a countryball meme?"
"Yeah, count me in. I mean...didn't some fans sent us some fanmail?"
"You guys get fanmail!?" A few Japanese and World Pacts came in shouting.
"Pfft, sorry, guys! Too bad!"
"You reading those instead of mangas?"
"You stick with your weeboo shit and we stay with our wehraboo shit, how about that?" A German smacked the question out of the air with some Triple A fire. "I don't need your pussy ass anime, what I want is some military anime or live action films done chop-chop, no fucking pussies in my fucking films!"
"But where's the fun in that?!"
"Violence, my friend! Violence! Amirite!?"
"OORAH!"
"That's what I thought!"
"I will never be able to understand their culture..." Lelei muttered as she heard the constant bickering over her part of the convoy.
"I don't understand what they're saying at all!" Tuka yelled out.
"Ahh, this reminds me of the old days..." Cato sighed in amusement as he heard the bicker.
"Well...there's Italica over the horizon!"
"...With some smoke..."
"Damn, did they have a party or ritual or something?"
"This is Mio, should we send a recon ahead?"
"...That's ill advised, especially against a potential enemy."
"...Understood, we'll fly alongside you then."
"Mio-san."
"We'll leave it, Miyafuji. Some raise a good point."
"Glad to see we have similar ideas, Squad Lead. Be advised, tanks upfront, Centauro. That's your queue."
"Understood." The Centauro began to pull up in front of the convoy, the Matilda, the Tiger I and the S35 pulling up behind them. This was already deemed a successful battalion, which in case had been decided to be permanent for the current company, now Battalion-sized.
Who's ever heard of a Recon Battalion, definitely neither of them.
"When we arrive, all Witches should all be grounded, seriously, we're not gonna make those barbaric idiots have a panic attack that teenage girls are flying with leggings of sorts." The Italian Capitano gave his order.
"Jawohl, Capitano." Minna quickly gave her bit of agreement.
JSDF Military Base
"Oh no..."
"What is it, General Hazama?" A German Officer, Officer Wulf questioned, having been stationed in the base as a Representative, the same with other Bases as each Gates had their representatives to make a quick relay onto the base.
"The Press just got words of the entire incident."
"And?"
"They're demanding why there are 50 dead civilians."
"...Wow." Any Military Operators or Officers did the same. "Those people lack common sense..."
"Tell me about it, they're trying to discredit the military."
"Wow, I know that Japan can be bad, but not this bad. This would make the Media be reduced to nothing, but rubbles if the Emperor deems it necessary." Wulf shook his head. "What make them politicians think they are better than the military when if there is no military and the politicians say 'fuck you' to a radical country, they just blame the military for simply not existing. What the fuck is that?"
"...Yeah, that's politics today and I can't really complain when we're the one getting all the FlaK from the media when our Recon Team can't handle a dragon despite carrying firearms, it's like they're asking us to destroy a tank similar to ours, but in difference, is that it can breathe fire, actually be versatile, being so tall and big, having hands, having feet to crush our men and then in addition can fly. The media thinks our Recon Team, who's biggest gun is the Panzerfaust 3, a single Rocket Launcher that should only be used in emergencies." Hazama paused for a second. "Can take down something that is not crewed, is intelligent and actually can deflect small arms fire without casualties."
"The only reason that they didn't get casualties is the fact that they're mobile, but that's not their fault when we are not equipped to actually escort, killing it was already out of the job for all of us, thankfully that we actually have a few tanks and two companies on their backs. Apparently they think just because they are a lot more advanced, any forms of failure means basically incompetence and stupid military, while it is actually their fault that they overestimate and think they can actually shift the problem by blaming not the equipment, not the structure, but the personnel...excuse me, but what the fuck."
"Welp, guess we'll have to teach them that they don't mean shit."
Duchy of Zilicat, Italica
By the edge of the Duchy of Zilicat was the Capital, Italica, once praised for its distance to the three Holy Lands, now, it's becoming a major frontline, with little to no men as they had been sent to their deaths and now the Imperial Army had garrisoned behind them, making them act as a blockade against the enemy forces.
And currently they're also being raided by bandits, after constant messages, all they got were a bunch of wannabe knights, even the Countess who is around 15 years old knew that these knights might be the downfall of her Capital City.
After constant siege after siege, her own militia had been losing constant numbers of soldiers, her bolstered numbers of militia had been dwindling and suffering with sooner or later, they would resort to women and children if no help reaches the City.
"Commander, what are the results of the Siege?" The Duchess had been determined on donning her own armor and sword if need be.
"Milady, it isn't looking too good on our end, we have lost around fifty men, we are down to our final reserve and a total number of 1,500 on each Gates." Four Gates, South, East, West and North.
"Reinforce the Wall with the weakest integrity, focus all construction on rebuilding the wall." The Commander nodded. "And Commander…"
"Yes?"
"What is your assessment on possible reinforcements?" The Commander stood silently, hands trembling. "...It is alright to confess your frustration."
"Milady...there won't be any, even if Italica doubles as an Economic and Strategic Point as well as our Capital, our cities had been sending all they had, with the Saderan Empire taking most of our garrisons to act as fodders. The last reinforcement was yesterday, nothing more can be sent."
"...I see…"
"Milady, I wish that you take an escort and move to the Major City of Relica, that way-"
"Commander...in spite of this, I simply cannot turn tail and run."
"But-"
"The Duchy of the Formal Clan has never turned tail and run away with their citizens left to fend for themselves."
"...Milady-"
"My choice is final."
"...Very well."
"Duchess!" A messenger came through the door to the Throne Room. "There are visitors on the West Gate!"
"What!? Do they not know-"
"T-They're...They are claiming to be from the GATEs!" The room went quiet.
"...H-Has God forsaken us?" The Commander questioned.
"...Have this been relayed to Princess Pina?"
"The messenger is en-route, but we need to get you to safety if they are indeed the otherworlders!"
The Countess simply got off her throne. "Milady?"
"...It's been too long..."
"Eh?"
"...It's my time to rule at last, but when all of you spoke that I should be scared of an attack, I've hid myself too much, my family died for the sake of the Duchy, I've been trained through and through, and you're asking me to hide? Alone or not alone, I am not going to let my family's tradition go to waste. Commander, can I entrust my safety to you when we get to the battlefield?"
"...You can, milady."
"Then it's decided. I will not let the fear of death make me step down from my standings, I will not back down, I must not...what would those trainings be if not to prepare me for my time to rule? Answer that, Commander Tri."
"..."
"...None? Then do not question my words if you have no words or solutions to it."
"Yes, milady."
"Good. We've reached an understanding. Bring me my armor...I will not stay hidden by my deceased father's shadow."
15 Minutes Later
"...I'm...not dreaming, right?" Pina asked as in front, was an Iron Elephant that stood in front of the entire convoy.
"...I don't believe so, Princess." Gray, the older seasoned knight spoke. "They have been wanting to trade with this city. That is their demand."
"..."
"Damn it, first the bandits, then the otherworlders." A militia spoke up with fear.
"Man up, we number around a thousand."
"And they destroyed the Imperial Army! Even when they just arrived! This is bad!"
"Princess…"
"I...I don't know-"
"Look!" An elf came out of one of the smaller iron carriages, a young woman with a staff, an old mage and-
"R-Rory Mercury!?"
The Apostle of Emroy came out of the carriage, a simple bright smile carved on her face, followed by a few men in various colored uniforms. All of them carrying black staves. "T-The otherworlders…"
"Have the Apostle of the God, Emroy…?"
"We're doomed! We're doomed!"
An archer suddenly fired off an arrow. That arrow lobbed itself to one of the otherworlders before it was intercepted by Rory with her halberd.
"Oh shoot! MG!"
"On it!"
The Archer's tower, a separate section of the wall soon was riddled with light arrows before the Iron Elephant pointed its trunk. "Fire!"
BOOM!
The section now disappeared into nothing, but rubble. "Stand down!"
"Holy shit, that was uncalled for…" A female soldier spoke their tongue.
"You said it. Now...if you may?"
"Ah right…stand down! We are not here to pillage this city!"
"Gee that was reassuring when we fired a tank round onto that section of a tower."
"Not helping…"
The Imperials and the Militia, whatever rumors and stories they heard of the otherworlders came to life and those rumors were actually true. Albeit undergerated. "By Emroy…"
"...We should most likely surrender…"
"Y-Yeah! I don't wanna be killed!"
"Fools! They'll kill you either way and have their way with the women!"
"You know we can hear you right!?" The female yelled from the group. "We don't mean harm we just came to trade!"
"Open the Gate." A young female voice came in. The Duchess, now donning a silver armored suit with a few golden tints came through with a blade by her side, the Commander of the Capital by her side as the two walked towards the Knights.
"D-Duchess! You shouldn't be here!"
"Indeed, but a Formal...never backs down from their word and Oath of Arms. My father did so, my Grandfather did so...so did my mother. I won't let them down."
"But-"
"I have made my mind, open the Gate! If not, I'll open it myself!"
…
"Open the Gate, her Duchess orders so."
"That was…"
"...Kinda underwhelming."
"I kinda wanna blow them till Kingdom comes."
"Ahh, every thing doesn't need to be as you like it." A German officer simmered his fellow Germans.
"Ahh, this sucks…"
"You think they have doggirls?" An Italian asked as some other Italians began their bicker with some Japanese following. Everyone in the Axis who was not a weeb groaned, the World Pact was completely lost at this point.
"Franco, what the hell are they talking about?"
"...I got not a clue." The Romagnan spoke to his fellow soldiers, the Witches were not getting a slight bit of clue what the hell their allies were getting at.
"Hey, Joseph, what are they talking about?" Yoshika asked the German, who was simply shaking his head.
"Anime...stuff…"
"What...is this...Anime?"
"Oh, I only have something in the midst of...this." He took out his phone to give to Miyafuji who was completely lost on what the device was. Something that was so foreign to even the Karlslanders. The small screen showed a little video of a cartoon of sorts, definitely better than the average Liberion cartoons.
"What is this...device?"
"A phone."
"W-you're telling me...that this is a phone?"
"Ja."
"...Can it call people?"
"I don't know. May I?" Miyafuji gave back the phone to the owner before he pressed a flat button before he got to a...button that looked like a phone, pressing it and what came up was a number pad. "Hmmm...oh, I know just the guy." He pressed the numbers that soon showed up on the bar above. "And call." The phone soon made a beeping noise.
BEEP~ BEEP~
"Jello?"
"Hey…"
"Who's there?"
"Put me on speaker, dunce…"
"...Alright, who-"
"It's Joe!"
"Joseph?"
"Yeah, dumb dumb. Ye moron." He quickly hung up.
"Ooh, how did you do that?"
"Radio waves. I don't know, I never was much of an engineer…"
"Ah…"
"Any ways...we're in now."
"Oh, hopefully, they won't get a little trigger happy when we go in." Amirah spoke up, her tone sounding worried.
"Doubt it after what they witnessed."
"I don't mean the soldiers of Italica, I meant your Company."
"Oh…"
"Why'd you think I add that trigger happy part?"
"I...fuck it."
"Language please."
"You're not my mom."
"Nor do I need to be...or should I?"
"Don't go that far, Witch!"
"Please, I am just a lady." A knife soon came across the German's face. "With knives."
"...Jawohl, ma'am." The knife soon quickly retracted from his sight, the sound of the knife being sheathed could inaudibly heard, the sound of a smile carving itself on her face came to be, albeit unconsciously.
"Good, glad we've came to an understanding."
'Holy shit, was she a psychopath or something!?'
"...Yeah, just don't piss Captain Sulaiman and you should be good." Gertrud spoke up to the man, who simply nodded slowly.
"And I thought my ex-wife is scary...damn." An Italian came along. "I'm scared of what that girl would grow up into."
"A monster I tell you...a monster that even the Germans would fear." A German officer chimed in with a bit of cigarette coming along, burning on its end. "...And it won't be pretty for any of us, unless they are from the Dozen Danger Divisions."
Trivia:
Dozen Danger Divisions: The Original 12 SS Divisions, formerly made of the Remnants of the original SS and the Waffen-SS.
1st Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler' renamed to 'Reichsadler'
2nd Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Das Reich'
3rd Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Totenkopf'
4th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Polizei' renamed to 'Das Jugend'
5th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Marin-Panzer Division 'Wiking'
6th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Northern Division 'Nord'
7th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Alpine Division 'Prinz Eugen'
8th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Kavallerie Division 'Florian Geyer'
9th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Hohenstaufen'
10th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Frundsberg'
11th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Northern Division 'Nordland'
12th Waffen-SS/Reichs-SS Panzer Division 'Hiterljugend' renamed to 'Calluna Vulgaris'
Rumored to be one of the most dangerous cluster of Divisions that the Germans possessed, infallible in combat, a guaranteed outcome was their survival, no matter how beaten up, how much casualties, they would continue their triumphant victory streak, no matter the odds, their maniacal tendencies continued even after the de-Nazification of many things, mainly the brainwashing, apparently Nazi or not, they fought for their fatherland tooth to nail. That was the reason the Reichs family kept them under wraps on who each were, each men who disappeared were often pointed as one of the members of one of the twelve divisions. Where did the Schwarz Engel came in?
They don't, dangerous they can be, but nothing like the Triple Ds, many may think it might be a new size of a bra, but the volunteers didn't really find it funny, if at all, they'd kill a person mocking them in a heartbeat. They were the Apex Predators, any Top Divisions of any others would simply get toppled down, they were by all means the Top Dogs in the world of Elite Men. While massive numbering in about 600,000 soldiers. 50,000 men in each Division.
That was all composed of High Elites, Elites amongst Elites. Fighting like rabid dogs, knowing no fear of dying nor fear of being cornered, like a cornered and injured animal, they are far more dangerous when they are taking a beating.
They were all wildcards. The Triple D Wildcards, some might call them.
That was...a lot of politics, yes, Adler is a history buff and a fan of all Generals who had a lot of experience especially Rommel, Zhukov and Giovanni, since they were great in commanding tank units.
This had been a hassle, until Summoning Japan got a few chapters out. I'll continue this for the foreseeable future, this shall be my Ultimate Fanfiction, apart from the number of favs and follows compared to my other fic that I will continue at one point in time…
And the Triple D I mentioned? You've seen Reichsadler, the Top Gun of the Top Dogs being sent into Falmart. The Panzerkampf Korp that Adler brings would be of the 'Reichsadler', 'Das Reich', 'Totenkopf' and the 'Das Jugend(named due to the numbers of young volunteers, highly respected despite the age)'. That's enough spoilers, but many would just pick the top 12 of the OTL Waffen-SS Divisions, so yeah, no biggie tbh.
Anyways, onto the Reviews!
Reviews:
Maroon567: I would, but really, those were accidentally funny, I expected all my beef to be a bit serious albeit light at times to release the stress, that was why I made the Italians at least a bit into anime and then into the hentai part, or at least quality ones.
The Italians I can imagine to be a bit more heroic and nationalistic in their approach, having more guns on their side with German support, World Pact would join in with some support as well as the JSDF, but with how crippled the World Pact is and how passive Japan is.
And the Italian SWAT? What SWAT? All I see is...Chef Boyardee's bois coming through with pasta, pizzas and holy shit is that a lot of tomato paste.
Artificer: Glad you enjoy it, that'll be a secret on who is dominating with many more companies tempted on beating their rivals, and no, when I mean no magic, that also means PERFECTLY NORMAL OTL with the Axis Victorious, not Axis with some minor quirks of nonsense and anime in it, otherwise I'd just make it a crossover from the start. They'll lead on with Technology, but that's it. Nothing more nothing less.
Nero Claudius: That's CLASSIFIED.
Gate Keeper: Wish granted. Now all Axis members hate every hentai with those things, only qualities and vanillas are successful.
Seitora: Ohohoho, it would be a clusterfuck indeed, but that would be when the Axis shows themselves first in the world. And there shall be a meme war between OTL and Axis, with the World Pact confused as hell on what is happening. And MILFs?
...I mean…
Yea? Kinda? Idk.
JaphetSkie: Yep...and minors as well…
Routaro: *Insert Scared hamster meme*
Isekai: WuT?