If We Won and You Lost
The light slowly dissipates. The countries blink a few times before their surroundings become clear to them. They are standing in a grassy field and everything seems a bit darker than before. They look at then selves and find that their clothes are different. They are all wearing dark beige shirts with dark brown pants and leather hats on their heads.
"Vhere are we?" Germany asks aloud
They jump when they hear the sound of an engine and turn to see a vehicle coming toward them. It looks a bit like the buggies used during the war but the front of the car is higher and it looks like the driver is standing. The car stops beside them and looks down at them.
"Hello"
England's eyes widen and he recognizes them immediately.
"YOU! You're the woman from the shop!" he shouts pointing at her
The others examine her. This person stands tall and firm different from the hunched over old lady. But this person has the same black hair but it's shiny and appears to have blue tint to it. Her eyes are no longer dull but full of life. She is wearing a beige jacket with a short dark navy blue skirt and black tights. She has a small black cap on her head.
"Pleasure to meet you" she says tilting the cap "Name's Miria"
England is boiling with anger while the others are just confused.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" he shouts
Miria smiles.
"I am showing you what it would be like if the Axis won the war"
She gestures to the side and they turn to see a town.
"Welcome to Germany present day" she says proudly
"THIS IS NOTHING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT, TAKE US BACK!" England screams
"Not until I answer your question, now hop in and I will give you the tour"
The countries look at each other unsure. Germany walks to the car and turns to the others.
"Lets get zis over vith so ve can go home" he says then jumps in
Everyone else reluctantly follows suit. The engine revs and they drive toward town. When they get to town they look around. Everything looks as it should be though there isn't much color, mainly brown, black, beige and a bit of navy.
"It's very, bland" France comments
"Correct without the Allies influence Germany basically remained the same" Miria informs them
They look around more.
"They all have blond hair and blue eyes" Russia states
The others look and notice this as well.
"There aren't many people either, aru" China says
"Correct they are the true German race all the people have blond hair and blue eyes, there is a law that if a child is born different they will be sent over seas"
"That's harsh" America says
Germany's eyes widen and he stands up.
"Ze concentration camps, vhat happened to zem?" he asks worried
"Most of them were torn down, those that remained were turned into prisons and they don't use the gas chambers, execution is done with lethal injection"
Germany sighs with relief and sits down. Suddenly they hear yelling and see two men yelling at another man. Miria stops the car beside them.
"May I ask what's going on?" she asks
"This stupid American bumped into me" says one of the men
Miria shakes her head and making a tsk tsk sound. The men turn around and they seem to go pale when they see her. Immediately they scurry off leaving the American standing there trembling.
"Show me your hand" Miria says, her voice sounds kinder than it did before
The man nods and slowly lifts his hand to show the back of it. The American flag tattooed onto it in perfect detail.
"Thank you" Miria says smiling
The man nods again and walks away. Miria starts the car and continues driving.
"What was that?" America asks
"Non German citizens are required to have their native country flag tattooed on the back of their non dominant hand" she states
They look around more then something occurs to Germany.
"Mein bruder, vhat happened to him?" he asks
"I was wondering when you were going to ask that" She glances back at them "That's where we're going"
AN: I am Happy people like this~ I have more. If you want it
Kitty~