Chapter Two: Politics with Bloodshed
Maginot-Kuromorimine border, Southern Front
A platoon of girls stood straight at attention by the airstrip, the lieutenant standing in front of her soldiers. They wore dark blue uniforms, with Adrian helmets glistening off the hot summer sun. They all slung MAS 36 rifles and MAS 38 Submachine guns over their shoulders, and the lieutenant had her SACAM Modele 1935 A pistol in her holster. The lieutenant,instead of the Adrian helmet wore a light blue beret, which was hanging off the side of her brown hair tied up in a chignon. Sweat dripped off the rims of her thin glasses.
A set of seven AMC-35 lay dormant behind the formation, their crews standing silently next to their machines.
The silhouette of an ALF Les Mureaux observation aircraft appeared in the sun's rays. It flew down the runway, it's wheels skidding across the concrete. Eventually the aircraft stopped, Two girls stepped out of the cockpit. One of them took off her helmet, and her short maroon hair evoked a salute from the Lieutenant. "Welcome, commander Galette!" She said. Galette raised her hand in return. "Ah, thank you, lieutenant-" She started, but was unable to form a name.
"Lieutenant Rillette, ma'am." The lieutenant replied quickly. Galette nodded. "Lieutenant Rillette. I will be the new commander of this sector." She said. She waved off her pilot, who scurried off with a few mechanics to drag the plane off to the hangar. Rillette and Galette walked off the runway, talking.
"So, how is the situation?" Galette asked. Rillette wiped her forehead. "Kuromorimine is several kilometers off, with fairly heavy concentrations of infantry and armor gathering up just across the river. We have no intel on their air power just yet, but we are figuring that out as we speak. We have been bombarding them with propaganda for the past two days. Our own forces are high in morale and are ready for combat. Our tanks are believed to be superior to those that of Kuromorimine, and our aerial forces are deemed adequate in dealing with whatever they will throw at us. Our positions are well hidden and entrenched."
"Good. Be prepared to launch an offensive strike," Galette told her. "We don't know what will happen, so we need to be prepared to strike preemptively."
"Will St. Gloriana aid us?" Rillette asked.
"No doubt about it. We're going to need to collaborate with them and BC Freedom if we are to defeat the Boche. And the menace in the North are not something to underestimate," Galette answered. "Truthfully, I think diplomacy will fail us." She spat out. Rillette looked on with worry. "Are you sure, ma'am? Kuromorimine is not unreasonable." She reasoned. Galette shook her head. "We've been pushing them hard the past year, and it's finally getting to them. If we've angered them enough they will not hesitate to lash out."
"But won't Anzio restrain them?" Rillette asked.
"Anchovy is an unpredictable person. One day she will try to appease us, the next day she will put her foot down. But I think she feels she is not represented fairly enough either. For her Anzio's political strength is most important. While Anzio on paper is not something to be afraid of, their troops are fiercely loyal to Anchovy and their school. They're known to be good at improvising and lighting attacks. In other words, they're also something for us to keep guard against," Gallette told her soberly. She turned and looked northeast, where Kuromorimine was. "War is coming soon, Lieutenant. Unless something drastic turns everything around, blood will be spilled." Rillette did not fail to notice the look of despair on her face.
Kuromorimine Northern Front Headquarters
Nonna walked across the wooded path, carrying Katyusha on her shoulders.
"Are we almost there?" Katyusha moaned. Nonna smiled.
"Just a bit more, Katyusha." She replied. A mosquito began flying around Katyusha's head, buzzing like crazy. "Ah! Mosquitos everywhere!" She began flailing her arms around. Nonna sighed as katyusha's arm flew past her face. "Please be careful as to where you aim." She said in a bored tone.
They entered a clearing, where there was a large bunker in the center. Two girls in camouflaged uniforms and stahlhelms armed with MP34 Submachine guns stood at guard in front of the doorway. They nodded and opened the door as Nonna came closer. She nodded her head as she entered.
"Nonna! Katyusha!" A voice rang out. Nonna smiled. "Maho-san. Long time no see." She replied.
At the edge of the room was a large table, with Erika and Maho sitting at the end. Nonna sat at a seat from across Maho.
"So, Mahosha. We've both had it rough this past year, huh." Katyusha said. Maho nodded. "Yes, and things are getting especially precarious."
"Darjeeling is pushing things to a dangerous level." Nonna agreed.
"And all for little Bonple?" Katyusha chipped in. "What happened to her?"
"We're all changed. We're just more than high school students now. The responsibility of such magnitude we have now erased all of our camaraderie of before." Maho said. Everyone looked down, taking in what she said.
They went right into discussion.
"Bonple is right in between us. How about we split them up right in the middle?" Nonna suggested. Maho nodded. "Not a bad idea. How long will it take for you to mobilize?" She asked. Katyusha thought for a minute. "A week at the least." She replied confidently. Erika looked horrified. "Commander, they're going to wait until we exhaust our forces and swoop in to take all of Bonple." She whispered in Maho's ear, but was waved off by her. "Nonsense." She replied to Erika's dismay.
"Bonple has light tanks and tankettes, so it won't be necessary to bring out the heavies or mediums." Maho said.
"And their air force is abysmal." Katyusha exclaimed.
"What are we going to do with Jajka?" Nonna asked.
"We'll take her, obviously!" Katyusha told her. Maho gave her a cold look, causing her to lean back on Nonna.
"It'll be whoever captures her," Maho replied. "We'll take her prisoner. You can do whatever you like."
"How about the surrounding territories?" Erika pointed out. Nonna nodded. "You will go west when dealing with Maginot, BC Freedom, will you not?"
"There's also Waffle, Tulip, Gregor and a few others to deal with. Viking Fisheries is close to St. Gloriana, along with Grona and….Ooarai." Maho answered. Katyusha laughed. "Good! Then we'll deal with our little neighbors. It's fine if we take White Coast and Keizoku, right?" Maho nodded in affirmation. "I'll have Anzio defeat BC Freedom and Bosphorus."
"How about Chi-ha-Tan?" Katyusha asked. "They're also expanding, right?" Maho leaned back in her chair. "They're going after United Front, if I remember correctly."
"Da, Maho-san." Nonna affirmed. Maho signed. "Not only do both of us have a stake there, but Saunders are watching over them."
Katyusha groaned. "Tell them off, Mahosha." She growled. Maho shrugged. "Nishi won't understand. She's a spontaneous person. I don't think she'll take my advice, to be honest."
Nonna crossed her arms. "That might become a problem later," She noted. " But I think the biggest problem we have is the capitalists-" Erika rolled her eyes at this. "-Saunders might try to stop us for sure."
"I think Key doesn't want to get involved in any conflicts, so for now we shouldn't provoke her," Maho advised. "But, we should keep our guard up."
"Her armor and air fleets are something to watch out for. Personally I would like to strike them when they are not expecting it." Nonna gave her opinion.
"So like the attack on Port Arthur?" Maho guessed. Nonna chuckled. "I guess so," She replied. "We could swarm them from the north, while you can steamroll them from the south."
"Pravda's numbers and Kuromorimine's skill will be impossible to beat back!" Katyusha boasted. Erika smiled for once. "They will all pay for trying to kick us down."
Nonna stood up. "I think we are done here." Maho also stood up, and shook Nonna's hand. "Thanks for coming."
Katyusha looked down at Maho. "We will present our friendship to the world, and nobody can do anything about it!" She shouted with a grin. Maho also smiled. "Yes, good things have come out of this."
"Oh, I almost forgot," Nonna got out a little box. "Some gifts." She said. Maho took them graciously. "Thank you, Nonna, for going through the trouble." She thanked Nonna, who just shook her head. "No problem at all. Katyusha chose this after all." She said.
"Nonna!" Katyusha cried, her face completely red. Nonna, Maho and Erika all broke into a fit of laughter.
Nonna and Katyusha left the bunker, walking back into the forest.
"So," Katyusha said. "Kuromorimine will have to contend with a lot of powerful enemies. That means their armies will be depleted and tired," A malicious from formed on her lips. "We can take them out from behind. They won't expect it,and will realize their mistake for trusting the almighty Katyusha!" She exclaimed. A sad feeling washed over Nonna, but she continued walking. "Yes, Katyusha." She replied somberly.
"What do you think?" Maho asked Erika. She scowled. "They're two-faced liars, I bet. They're waiting for the perfect moment." Maho nodded in agreement. "That, is why we have do deal with St. Gloriana and Maginot quickly."
"Why did you let them take half of Bonple and the northern schools?" Erika demanded.
"You must take risks in diplomacy." Maho told her. "Don't worry. We'll attack them when they least expect it."
Chi-ha-Tan-United Front border
A long stone bridge spanned over the violent river below. A set of railroad tracks crossed along the bridge, crossing the border of both schools.
From the Chi-Ha-Tan side came rolling a steam locomotive through the moonless night. It's black form roared past the Chi-ha-Tan checkpoint, the flag of Chi-ha-Tan flapping in the front from the wind. The train driver was whistling as it sped across the bridge. She adjusted her glasses and took a sip of tea. The tan bowl-shaped helmet wobbled, too big for her head.
The train ran along the bridge, passing it completely in minutes. However, the long line of train cars continued to pass over the bridge.
There was a large explosion; a red and orange cloud mushrooming over the horizon. The train cars flew into the air. There was a large gaping hole in the bridge, dragging the line of train cars into the river. The train driver, stunned, scrambled out of the train as it was dragged backwards. She crawled through the grass, hyperventilating. She stood back up dazed and confused as to where she was. She saw several figures run towards her. As she narrowed her eyes she saw the figures, who wore grey uniforms and light grey stahlhelms, aiming their large bolt action rifles at her. She raised her hands in the air as the figures, now identified as girls, walked right up to her. One of the girls grabbed the train driver by the collar and dragged her away, while the rest ran to the bridge to investigate.
United Front High School Next day
The next day, a tall girl with long black hair was reading The Art of War By Sun Tzu in the small study. She wore a light blue military uniform, with medals jingling from her chest. The emblem of her school, a big yellow sun with Chinese characters in front of a blue background was emblazoned on her armband. Her peaked hat sat comfortably in front of her raised hair, which was tied up in a ponytail. She lay on her couch, flipping through the pages of the book.
The door burst open, and a short girl stormed in. "Generalissimo!" She shouted. The girl closed the The Art of War and looked back at the short girl. "What?" She demanded. The shorter girl stepped forwards. "There was an explosion near the Chi-ha-Tan border by the big bridge." She reported. The taller girl jumped off the couch. "What? How?" She shouted. The shorter girl fidgeted. "We don't really know for sure, Chi-ha-Tan sent a team to investigate too."
"Why? The bridge is on our side of the border." The taller girl exclaimed. The shorter girl gulped. "Well, there happened to be a train from Chi-ha-Tan on the bridge during the explosion. We brought her in for questioning, though she is in quite a state of shock." She quickly said. The taller girl groaned. "This is a problem. A big problem." She muttered. The shorter girl scratched her head. "Chi-ha-Tan is demanding compensation for the destroyed bridge, the return of the driver and the extradition of the perpetrator."
The taller girl gasped. "What? Those bastards. We didn't do it," She started pacing around. "It could have been them, trying to trick us," She stopped. "It could be one of the Red Dragon bitches. They could have done this to anger Chi-Ha-Tan against us!" She exclaimed. The shorter girl was confused. "How would that benefit them?" The taller girl looked at her. "This would discredit us in the eyes of the rest of the schools, and we would lose support. They would count on us being helpless against Chi-Ha-Tan. They would then beat off both Chi-Ha-Tan and us. We can't let this happen," She said. "Of course, that would be impossible. We are backed by not only Saunders, but by Kuromorimine as well! Their only ally is Pravda, the enemy of the entirety of Japan."
"Generalissimo!" Another girl skidded into the room. "Our border guards are skirmishing with Chi-ha-Tan border troops." She saluted. The taller girl slammed her hand against her forehead. "Shit!" She cursed. "Do they not want a peaceful solution?" She inhaled deeply. "Repel all attacks and move into Chi-Ha-Tan." She ordered. The shorter girl's jaw dropped. "An invasion, ma'am?" She asked incredulously. The taller girl nodded. "We'll teach them a lesson."
Then a tall girl with short hair entered the room. She wore a light green jacket and was blowing bubble gum. The taller girl looked at her. "Naomi!" She shouted. Naomi waved her hand. "Yo, Zhejiang," She said. "How's everything?"
"Bad. It seems Chi-Ha-Tan is getting aggressive, over something nobody is really sure of. We didn't do anything, that's for sure." Zhejiang replied. Naomi plopped herself down on a chair. "Hm, I think I get it. What do you think happened?"
"I don't know. It could be a false flag operation. They set up the explosives under the bridge and then blew it up when the train came." Zhejiang said exasperatedly. Naomi nodded. "You're not going to give into their demands, right?" She glanced at Zhejiang. She shook her head. "No."
"Good. Don't bow down to Nishi." Naomi dug into her pocket and got out a piece of gum and offered it to Zhejiang, who refused. Naomi shrugged and threw the piece in her mouth. "How's it with Hunan?" She waved her hand. Zhejiang scowled. "Not good either. They had tanks and guns from Pravda. We need more weapons too!" She shouted. Naomi leaned back in her chair. "Whoah, calm down. Don't worry, we're going to send you more tanks, so don't worry about it."
"You better hurry, there aren't any more shipments coming from Kuromorimine." Zhejiang explained. Naomi nodded. So the rumors are true… she thought. She stood up. "I'll be going to Key to ask for more support." She said.
"Please do." Zhejiang pleaded. Naomi gave a thumbs up as she left. Zhejiang looked at the shorter girl. "Come on, Hubei. We have work to do."
Chi-ha-Tan High School
Nishi Kinuyo was in her room, with tatami floors, sliding doors and Bonsai trees. She was kneeling on the floor, writing a haiku on the floor. She was humming to herself when the door slid open. Nishi looked up and saw a short girl with glasses standing there, breathless. "What is it, Fukuda?" She asked. Fukuda panted. "United Front has bombed our train!" She shouted. Nishi stood up immediately. "What? H-how?"
"They planted an explosive underneath the bridge, and when the train passed, they blew the charges. The explosion destroyed all the cargo and the train itself. The driver was captured." Fukuda slowly explained. Nishi began walking around the room. "Which faction was it? Was it the Red Dragons? Or the Blue Tigers?" She demanded. Fukuda scratched her head. "It was the Blue Tigers, I'm pretty sure. They have control of that portion of the border right now."
"Are they going to return the driver?" Nishi gritted through her teeth. Fukuda looked down. "I, I don't think so. They refused to give her up, and also refused to cooperate," She took a heavy breath. "They've decided to pin the blame on us." She added. Nishi glared at her. "What about the Tigers? Surely they must be responsible. Tell Zhejiang to destroy them completely!" She yelled, ignoring Fukuda's previous statement. Fukuda took a step back, scared of Nishi. "They, they won't listen to us anymore," She stammered out. "They also started attacking our border guards. There's been skirmishes all day between the two forces."
Nishi was overwhelmed with rage. "God damn it!" She screamed. "They won't mess with us anymore! Fukuda, tell Hosomi and Ikeda to prepare their regiments to attack United Front. Get the aerial squadrons ready for combat!" Fukuda nodded several times before running off.
Saunders High School
A tall blonde girl was running on a track, sweat pouring down her entire body. Across the field on the bleachers sat a girl with pigtails, lazily looking at the stopwatch.
The blonde girl ran across the starting line, and the girl pressed a button on the stopwatch.
"Time." The blonde girl said.
"3:36" The girl replied. The blonde girl groaned. "3:36? Jeez I need to get my game up!" She said, wiping the sweat off her forehead with a towel.
"Don't sweat it, commander. That's better than me for sure." The girl told her. The blonde girl glanced at her. "Well, all you do is stalk Takashi on Facebook." She shot back. The girl turned bright red. "I do not stalk him!" She shouted. The blonde girl laughed. "I'm just joking, Alisa. Relax!" Alisa looked down. "It's not funny." She muttered. The blonde girl put her hand on Alice's shoulder. "Come on, it's almost 7:00 PM, let's have dinner."
The two girls were at a table at an outside of a fastfood place, the horizon orange from the setting sun. The blonde girl had two hamburgers and a shake. Alisa held a plate of fries in her lap. She looked at her commander's meal. "How do you eat so much? She asked. The blonde girl looked at her and slurped on her shake. "Isn't this normal?" She replied, taking an enormous bite from out of her cheese burger. Alisa rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, commander. Don't you need to work?"
"I always do that later." The blonde girl waved that suggestion. "There's not that much anyways."
Alisa sighed. "You know you are the head of a country, right? There's even more work than before." The blonde girl shrugged. "It doesn't bother me." She said nonchalantly.
Then a girl in a helmet came running over. She stopped at the table and saluted. "Commander Key!" She shouted. Key saluted back. "What is it?" She asked worriedly. The helmeted girl placed her hands on her knees. "Message...from...Naomi…" She panted.
"Naomi?" Kay repeated. The girl nodded. "Situation in United Front has deteriorated even further. There was an incident with Chi-ha-Tan."
"Situation?" Alisa said.
"There was an explosion at a bridge that crossed the Chi-ha-Tan-United Front border that destroyed a Chi-ha-Tan train. The Blue Tigers, who had control of that part of the border, took the driver prisoner. Both sides are blaming each other, and are even engaging in firefights." The girl explained. Key stood up, accidentally crushing her shake when she tightened her fist. "What? Is anybody trying to stop them?" She questioned the girl. The girl shook her head. "Both sides are refusing to negotiate with each other." Alisa drummed her fingers against the wooden table. "Which faction controlled the bridge?" She asked. The girl gulped. "Blue Tigers. The Red Dragons are in the North. It would be almost impossible for them " A scowl formed on Key's face. "Damn it," She clicked her tongue in anger. "This complicates things even more. No matter, we have to support them," She looked at the girl. "I'll send over two more platoons of tanks and three shipments of small arms and ammunition."
"The Red Dragons are getting support from Pravda." The girl replied. Key sighed. "I know Darjeeling is tied up with Kuromorimine, but could you send a message to her, Maho and Katyusha to stop things from boiling over in the north?" She requested. The girl saluted again. "Yes, commander." She sped off in the opposite direction. Key sat back down on the table. "Damn it," She cursed. "What the hell is going on?" She leaned on her arm, face etched with worry.
Kuromorimine-Bonple Border
Two Kuromorimine soldiers lay on the ground, surrounded by tall grass and trees, watching the Bonple troops across the border. They wore black camouflage, which matched the night sky. They tightly held Karabiner 98Ks in their hands. Their Stahlhelms covered their heads and faces. They watched from behind several large trees, just out of reach of the military camp just a few meters away. Several Bonple soldiers stood, talking to each other. They were laughing, eating and drinking had Kb wz.98a bolt action rifles slung over their shoulders. The two kuromorimine had to hold in their laughter at their behavior.
The Bonple soldiers quickly threw their food and drinks behind them, crushed their cigarettes under their boots and stopped talking. They stepped out of the way as a line of six Samochód pancerny wz. 34 armored cars rolling into view. One of the soldiers from Kuromorimine jotted something down in a notebook, using a small flashlight for a source of light. The other girl tapped her shoulder. She looked up and saw 7TP jw tankettes and C4P halftrack carrying more soldiers entering the scene, followed by a Fiat 508. The door of the Fiat 508 opened and a tall woman, wearing a tan Rogatywka and overcoat stepped out. The soldiers saluted, and the woman saluted back. The Kuromorimine girls nodded to each other, and began crawling back to their headquarters.
Bonple-Kuromorimine Southern Border
The soldiers milled around the small border town, eating food and talking to each other. They sat down on the ground, smoking cigarettes and drinking vodka. This was unethical to say the least, as not only they were soldiers, but they were on the border with a hostile neighbor. They were all stressed, and needed some relieving.
Then an officer came in running, yelling at the soldiers to get rid of their luxuries. A commander from the capitol was coming to oversee the defenses being built, and would not tolerate such carefreeness. The soldier began panicking, throwing everything they had out.
They ran to the entrance to the town, saluting smartly. The officer stood at the edge of the formation, sword in hand. A convoy of tankettes, armored cars, halftracks and a Fiat 508 car drove through. The Fiat 508 stopped, and out came a girl. She was tall and imposing, and wore a military overcoat, with several military ribbons above the double-breasted pockets. Her dark blonde hair tied up in a bun was covered by the Rogatywka. Her babyish face was covered with freckles, and pieces of curly hair swirled down her cheeks.
"Commander Oscypek." She held out her hand. The officer shook her hand. "Officer Bigos." She introduced herself. Oscypek looked around. "Something feels strange." She said. Bigos panicked. "Just your imagination, commander!" She exclaimed. Oscypek nodded. "Fine, whatever." She walked down the street, followed by Bigos. "We have to turn these villages into impenetrable fortresses," She said, with Bigos nodding in agreement. "We need to build machine gun nests on top of the buildings. Anti-tank guns and ditches around the perimeter. We'll have an air squadron coming here around tomorrow."
"Will we attack first, or initiate a counterattack?" Bigos asked. Oscypek shook her head. "No, we must defend this point so that the reserves can come in and push the enemy out. Then we will drive forwards with the vanguard."
"How many troops do we have here?" She asked.
"Just around 140 soldiers, excluding the tank crews and the ones we received just now." Bigos answered. Oscypek thought for a minute. "The ones that came with me numbered around 40 troops," She said. "I think that will be sufficient for the time being."
"We have around 7 tankettes, 4 light tanks and 5 medium tanks here right now, with also six anti-tank guns," Bigos told her. "We have more than enough arms and ammunition to last us half a year." Oscypek smiled. "Good, good." She said. She strutted towards the headquarters, her coat blowing in the wind. She opened the door and entered, followed by Bigos. "Our situation here is pretty serious, but not dire. If they do attack, we have St. Gloriana, Maginot and BC Freedom to back us up," Oscypek said. "Faced with so many enemies, they won't dare attack us in force. We will defeat their invasion and push into their territory. I am sure of it!"
Anzio High School
Anchovy sat alone in her study, surrounded by large bookshelves filled with memoirs, biographies, manifestos and political statements of infamous politicians. The walls were covered by portraits of Italian figures from the past. Blood red curtains flowed down next to the windows. She was writing at her desk. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the time: 2:13 AM. She needed to sleep. She glanced next to the stack of papers. Governmental expenditures, imports of pasta, exports of Anzio napolitan, shipments of Saunders oil, C.V. 33 production numbers, taxes, and a whole slew of other things. She groaned. Being a leader of an entire country is extremely hard-being the head of a school was hard enough! But technically her school was now a country, so was she doing the same thing she has already been doing for the past years? She lazily pushed the stack to the side and plunked her head against the mahogany desk.
"Neesan…" A drowsy voice droned from behind her. Anchovy turned and saw a girl with messy black hair standing behind her. The strange part was that she was only in her underwear. "You need to come to bed." She mumbled. Anchovy sighed. "In a minute, Pepperoni." She told Pepperoni. Pepperoni grunted in response and turned around, walking back to where she came from. "That idiot really needs to cover herself." Anchovy muttered.
She glanced at the pile of papers; two had stuck out for her. She pulled them out and read them. Both of them were personally for her; one had the tea kettle and cup of St. Gloriana stamped on it, the other the Iron Cross of Kuromorimine. Both were of the same premise; both Darjeeling and Maho wanted her to go to their respective schools for a meeting the next day. Anchovy groaned. She had to choose. She had to choose very carefully. She knew once she chose a side she couldn't back out, with the political climate being so polarized.
Anchovy pondered over her choices. Both were to be truthfully bad candidates for her. Maho had become even colder, and aggressive. She turned so many of her neighbors against her. Anchovy honestly didn't want to be dragged into a bloody war because of her.
Then there was Darjeeling. After the collapse she had immediately taken control of the situation, bringing all the schools together. Anchovy was grateful for that. If she hasn't, who knows where everyone would be today. But, Darjeeling had appointed herself, and St. Gloriana as a whole, as the sole superpower of Japan. She surrounded herself with Allies and pushed out others like Anchovy herself. She did, and still felt betrayed, backstabbed by a former friend.
She knew inside, that either way, she would be relegated to being a secondary partner. She knew the jokes and insults thrown at her and Anzio behind her back. They make fun of Anzio for their carefreeness and lack of cohesion. She was bitter for that, and wanted to prove everyone wrong. She thought how Anzio was smack dab in the middle of Japan, surrounded by potential enemies. In the west, BC Freedom and Maginot. In the south, Kebab and Grona. In the northwest lay Kuromorimine. In the east was Ooarai and Tatenashi. Up in the north was Yogurt, Gregor, Count and other schools. Over yonder in the west were the English giants of Saunders and St. Gloriana. Far up north was the red menace of Pravda. In the southwest were the oriental behemoths of Chi-ha-Tan and United Front, with smaller schools like Tategoto sprinkled around. There were also the universities under Shimada Alice to consider. Anchovy thought hard. If she wanted to increase Anzio's respect she would have to become like Kuromorimine, Pravda and the other bigger schools. She would have to take smaller schools and increase her territory. She was envious of Maho and Katyusha, who had large tank fleets at their fingertips, and wanted to become like them. And they would let Anzio do whatever they liked. St. Gloriana would most likely meddle in Anchovy's affairs. She wanted to become equals, not over or under. She thought of the current strengths and weaknesses of each school, and considered the risks. Which side would benefit her? What were the stakes? Would she want to stay in her current position, and remain a joke? Or would she gamble everything and emerge a hero, a champion of Anzio, the Duce that brought victory and glory to the school? She slapped herself in the head, buried in her thoughts.
She stood up, her face filled with determination. She turned around, and followed after Pepperoni. She had made her decision.
pter two already. This is what happens when you have no job, too much time on your hands, no life and writer's block for my main story(Which is called Projekt Apocalypse: Girls und Panzer, check it out), so here you are.
Things are getting pretty darn intense for the girls. The responsibility of leading their schools(which are now countries) is getting to them. Get ready, blood will be drawn soon.
Not only are there OCs, but original schools as well! I hope you all know which country United Front is based off of(I've crammed many, many references already, with more to come). The once mentioned Tulip is easier to figure out, but my personal favorite school might be the other once mentioned White Coast, because I imagine very few will know which country(or entire region) this school is based off of(It might help if you look at events that happened in 1939. The color white in the name is pretty significant too. I hope I can incorporate this school into this story naturally).
Anyways, things are speeding up, with maybe a few road bumps. I hope you all enjoy the rollercoaster ride that is about to begin!