==Chapter 5=

"Ha, ha, ha! Screw you, Reds!" America shouted before chucking a baseball at North Korea's house.

The ball hit the roof of the house, thus causing absolutely no damage. It rolled off and landed before China, who then picked it up and narrowed his brows angrily.

"You are not getting this back!"

America gasped before glaring, "What!? Dude, come on!"

A perfect line had been drawn yet again between the households. The Allies sat back in South Korea's area, while the communist duo remained situated on their own side. China had wasted all of his ammunition, thus leaving the men to fight through more traditional means—with an emphasis on 'traditional.'

China stomped his foot down and grit his teeth, "You cannot win, America! Surrender now or I will be forced to hit you with a frying pan and spoon!"

"Ha! That weaponry is so totally outdated!" After throwing off his bomber jacket and flexing his muscles, America smirked, "Come over here and fight me the American way!"

The American was given a strong solid gaze, and with a nod, China turned to North Korea, "Protect the homeland!"

North Korea, lying on a bathing chair, nodded and took a sip from a pink beverage. He flapped his hand around while drinking, "Ya, ya, I've got it..."

China and America slowly approached one another, America did so with his fists up in boxing position, "I'm gonna down you like Ivan Drago!"

"Go back to designing offensive video games!"

America growled, "They're not offensive, they're exaggerated!"

Just before they could enter hand to hand combat, a strange occurrence had emerged, as England popped up out of nowhere and held his hands up.

"Hold everything!" he ordered.

Grunts came from both America and China, who had surprisingly stopped to hear out England. The Englishman turned to America and gave him a strong stare.

"You haven't eaten since you got here..."

"That's not true, I was eating a bag of chips while steering the plane."

Suddenly, England held up a plate and grinned confidently, "I made scones out of pure Korean wheat. They'll replenish your energy and give you the strength to-"

"Britain! You're a genius!"

England closed his eyes and smiled proudly, "Why, thank yo-"

America grabbed two scones and started to chuck them at China. A loud yelp came off of China after being hit on the head with England's food.

"Ouch!" he shouted upon getting hit again. The Chinese man was forced back a couple of steps while rubbing his head, "Th- those scones are rock hard!"

America chuckled, "Better run! This slinga's comin' right for ya!"

China was roughly hit across the face once again, then proceeded to block the incoming loafs of bread with his spoon. North Korea sat up and grunted, then found a scone perfectly thrown into his mouth. He spat the scone out immediately and cringed.

"That's horrible!" the Korean complained.

Both China and North Korea quickly backed away from the two, then took cover behind the house. America entered a period of heavy laughter before slapping his knee.

"Aw man, that was awesome!" he turned to England and held the plate up, "Quick! Go make more! Your terrible cooking coincidentally makes for the perfect ammunition!"

While from a certain point of view, this could have been considered a compliment—a compliment was not received. A dark look had overcome England, and with both hands, he proceeded to throttle America by the throat.

"Dude! What-"

"You bloody wanker my cooking is not the problem and even if it were it's definitely not the reason for their retreat you're just trying to make me feel bad because you know that your spelling and grammar is bollocks and if could be used as a weapon—would prove to be much more effective than any of my cooking could!" he spoke quickly without breaks.

"O- okay, calm down!"

While England continued to throttle his ally, South Korea had opened one of his broken windows and pointed up at the sky, "Look! Up at the sky!"

Not only did England and America look up, but so did China and North Korea. Regardless of who looked up, everyone gasped. America's eyes widened greatly, followed by a gulp.

"Uh oh..."

England instantly broke into a tremble and grit his teeth, "Oh shoot, things are about to get really bad..."

Both China and North Korea, in almost all circumstances, should have been relieved to see what was happening to the sky—but even they feared what this storm may bring.

Over the hills from the north, came a dark purple sky and dark clouds. The gloomy weather approached the south at an immense pace, yet, there was no lightning storm. The clouds were covering a violent storm—but the storm would not be coming in the form of lightning.

Just as everyone had feared, slowly arising from the hills came the sight of cream colored hair. A few steps later, two very cute looking eyes came into plain sight. And finally, the famous scarf crafted by Ukraine as a gift.

England grunted and took a step back, "...bloody Hell, it's Russia!"

Even America found his lips quivering, but more so in a troubled way, "We're going to need more than your shitty scones to send him running..."

Both China and North Korea came out of cover, "Russia!" they both shouted.

After a brief casual walk, Russia approached the North Korean household with a cute smile, "Privet, China and North Korea," he greeted softly.

England charged right up to the border between yards, but treated the situation as if there were no war going on. "Russia! What in blazes are you doing here?"

Russia turned his head and waved to England, "Oh, hello future parking lot."

"F- future parking lot?"

"I have decided that England is to become a parking lot to Russia's Scottish Amusement Park of Fun!"

America laughed, "That would be pretty awesome."

China gave Russia a strong gaze, "Are you here to deal with these troublemakers?"

To their surprise, Russia returned a questionable gaze, then smiled. He pat North Korea's head and shook negatively.

"I am here to offer my support."

"Shite!" England shouted.

"Bu-ut, there is nothing for me to gain from fighting. So I am merely going to give you some supplies."

North Korea clapped his hands together, "What kind of supplies, oh great Russia?"

Suddenly out of blatant nowhere, a massive metal crate had fallen from the clouds. Everyone but America and Russia jumped in surprise. With a retained smile, Russia pointed back at the metal supply crate.

"Guns, missiles, tanks, planes, bombs, and many other outdated soviet war pieces."

All three allies grunted fearfully, North Korea fired his hand up into the air excitedly, "Excellent!"

"Well, I best be going."

China grunted, "But you just arrived!"

"And I have yet to see a painting or statue of myself. I feel very unwelcomed right now."

This was all Russia had to say on the matter, and without a single second of hesitation, he turned and departed back over the mountains. America and England were both left very frightened by the Russian care package of goods—especially over the mentioning of weapons.

North Korea was immediate on getting some supplies, he cracked open the front door of the crate and reached in for a rocket launcher.

"Nice!" he observed the barreled weapon for a few moments, then lowered his eyebrows, "But, how do I use this?"

China picked up the instructions and slammed his eyes shut, "These instructions are all in Russian!"

America slapped his knee and laughed, "Looks like your miracle just turned sour!"

With a hostile look, China turned back toward his enemies, "Whatever! We still have plenty of new toys to fight you with that do not require instructions!"

"Bring it on!"

England stuck a scone into his mouth, then lowered his eyebrows after eating it, "Say, these aren't bad at all..."

Italy walked along the streets of West Berlin, whistling a loud tune whilst spinning his fingers behind his back. Many heads turned toward the Italian as he mindlessly strolled through the split city, of all the countries aligned with NATO, Italy was by far the most oblivious. His cheerful expression had soon dropped, however, as he suddenly found himself having a deep thought.

Everyone is mad at each other and fighting, it's like it never ends... He grit his teeth and rubbed his boot along the ground. Everyone is paying attention to poor Germany, but I want to help..!

He thought carefully on how he might be able to help NATO foil the Warsaw Pact, but his attention had soon fallen victim to his nose—which caught an alluring scent. Looking up with excitement, Italy beamed. Past the Berlin Wall, a Parmesan truck had driven down the streets of East Berlin. The smell of hard cheese had, somehow, made it from the back of the truck into Italy's nose—and the macaroni warrior knew, that where there was Parmesan, there would be pasta.

"Pasta-a!

From across the same street, Germany had been sitting with his hand over his right temple in frustration. Italy's cheering had quickly awoken him from his moment of frustration.

"Italy?" he turned his head with two serious brows, "What are you doing-" and then the German gasped with utterly shocked eyes.

Like a cat and a laser pointer, Italy was foolishly running for the military checkpoint that divided the two cities. Germany's jaw dropped, followed by an intensely silent shout.

With the same excited smile Italy had first met Germany with, the Italian fearlessly—or cluelessly—ran straight for the checkpoint with the intention of crossing it. Just as Italy moved his leg past the checkpoint, he had been grabbed and practically tackled by Germany. Several communist rifles were drawn onto the two at that very moment, but alas, the eastern bloc soldiers had no jurisdiction in the matter—since Germany had stopped Italy from crossing in time.

"I- Italy! What the Hell are you doing!?"

Almost instantly, Italy had forgotten why he was crossing in the first place, as he now found himself far more interested in Germany. "Germany! It is so good to see you!"

The much taller ally dragged Italy back into the safety of his own nation, then wiped his forehead after exhaling in relief. "You can't go over there!" he lectured.

"But why not, isn't it still the great Deutschland?"

Germany looked Italy straight in the eyes with his sapphire eyes, "That is no longer under my control, my idiot brother has been granted that part of this culturally rich land."

"Can't we just go try some of his pasta?"

German lowered his eyebrows, but as expected, a loud whistle came from the East. A whistle that caused Germany to slam his eyes shut and growl.

"Hey, Ita-aly! You can come over to the awesome side!" Prussia shouted invitingly.

"Okay!"

"No!" Germany shouted after tugging Italy back.

Prussia looked at Italy and chuckled, "East Germany is the best Germany! Where else, can you listen to the awesome rock and roll music, eat from the finest of Russo-German foods, watch the totally bombastic East German cinema, and ride unicorns?"

"You have unicorns over there!?"

Prussia blinked once while still grinning, then after dipping his head, rolled his eyes up in a sly way, "...it is a work in progress..."

Germany stepped forth and swung his fist up, "It's also a great place if you enjoy outdated cars, marching troops, and the annoying undercover Stasi agents..."

Prussia's eyes flashed open, "I have no idea what you're talking about. We do not hire such agents..."

A man in a black leather trenchcoat, fedora, and a hidden camera suddenly leaned against the wall on the eastern side. He held up a book on gynecology and cleared his throat while suspiciously glancing over at Germany and Italy.

"Don't mind me. I am but a mere patriotic citizen reading up on the reproductive system..." the man spoke loudly.

Germany lowered his eyelids, then pulled Italy away from the wall, "If it's pasta you want, you can have some back at my place, I suppose..."

"Really!?"

Prussia narrowed his eyes, realizing that he had failed to enlist Italy's interest in betraying NATO. Like a snake, he slithered back down the wall. Germany and Italy proceeded to walk alongside each other, Germany with a fairly stressed look on his face.

"Ja, it's no trouble..."

But after saying this, Germany had stopped to grunt loudly. He backed away from Italy, but faced him, "Hey! Wait a minute, how the Hell did you get here? West Berlin is literally surrounded by Prussia, there's no way to get in!"

Italy smiled happily, "Oh, it's a funny story!"

:: One hour ago ::

Italy jumped around France with a very enthusiastic expression, all the while, France prepared food inside of large crates that were to be brought to West Berlin via the Berlin airlift. Which was the only way NATO could bring food and supplies to the citizens of the split city without trespassing on communist soil.

"And so Germany came and saved me from Egypt after so many scary smacks! It was very frightening!"

France nodded, "Alright..." he said after closing up a box of fruit.

"And then, and then! Germany and I later visited Japan after he invaded much of China! It was so nice to be together in a new kind of environment!"

"Okay..." he responded after closing a box of tomatoes.

"Oh! And this one time, I had a scratch on my back that I couldn't reach. So I put my butt on the ground, grabbed a stick, and used it to solve the problem! Then Germany walked in and said-"

The next thing Italy knew, France had shoved him into a crate and closed it up. He then stood up with a fairly pestered look on his face.

"Okay, all crates are ready to be flown over!"

:: Modern day ::

"And so! They opened the crate, and here I am!"

Germany closed his eyes and dipped his head down, "Amazing."

Fighting continued between mostly America and China. But despite what tactics were used, what weapons were issued, and what strength was being exerted—the fight remained between houses. America leapt back with two clenched fists, the fire was still lit in his stomach, despite how many bruised and dirty he appeared. China, likewise, appeared tired out and very soar.

North Korea lowered his glass of soda, "Go, China, go. Team effort!" he cheered before returning to relaxation.

America swung his hand forth to point at China, "Get ready, cause it's round 15, bro."

"I am not even close to defeat!"

The two charged at each other, both with locked back fists. At once, both knuckles met with full force. Naturally, the knuckles of both China and America blemished. America's eyes widened, as did China's.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!"

"Shèng qiú!"

Both men leapt away from each other and were shaking their red hands in pain—as if steam were blowing off of them as a result of the fist collision. China placed his fist over his mouth and closed his eyes, America continued to flail his hand around while whining.

"Dude that seriously hurt I can't believe we just did that it was awesome but hurt really ba-ad!"

Just as China opened his eyes, a fully capable England stood before him. While China believed that defeating England would be no problem under most circumstances, even he felt threatened by the fact that he was already gassed from fighting America in what was clearly a stalemate of power.

Rather then attacking, the Englishman narrowed his eyes, "China, why don't we just call it a day and resume on with our day."

China glared, "You were invading my friend! North Korea has a right to exist as a unique country!"

England closed his eyes and grumbled unclear words out of his mouth, then shook negatively, "China, when have I ever invaded a country?" Every head bobbed up upon asking this question. It only took England half a second to realize the stupidity of his own question, "Don't answer that..."

Even while very beat up, America laughed hysterically, "Dude, I'm pretty sure you've attacked everyone in the world but Belarus."

"That was the past! I'm a better person now!"

China clenched his fists, "I am not surrendering!"

South Korea, finally, chimed in by approaching the three. The sight of his brother intrigued North Korea.

"Then let us at least cease our hostilities so that we can try and talk thinks out!"

"An armistice?" China proposed.

"Smashing idea, old chap," England said with a grin.

America smirked and nodded, "Yeah, screw it, let's just all calm down and try to make sense of things before we end up killing each other."

There was a slight halt, as everyone questioned whether this was truly the best course of action. But as it would appear, North Korea was the only one supporting the idea of continuing on with the fighting. But even he realized that his ally was taking a strong hit, and that perhaps a temporary truce would be the safest course to take.

China nodded and turned to his ally, "Mary Woo! You may return to your home in peace. We have established that an armistice-"

America gasped loudly, "What the- no, no way!" Everyone turned to America, who immediately broke into laughter, "Dude, your name is Mary Woo?"

North Korea glared, "Yes..?"

"Oh my God! That's such a girly name!" America's laughter soon echoed through all of Asia. He collapsed onto the ground, unable to control himself, "M- Mary Woo! Oh my God! I have to Tweet about this!"

As America laughed, North Korea's eyes blazed like the pits of eternal damnation. And so North Korea's eternal hatred of America had begun.

"M- M- Mary- Woo!" he stood back up and wiped a tear from his eyes, "Okay, okay, let's do the armistice..."

England approached the group with a relieved smirk, "Well, I sure wish we hadn't destroyed both homes. It'll take forever to-"

The group had suddenly been interrupted by a massive shake, one that nearly knocked everyone off the ground. England's eyes had fired up in horror.

"Oh, God! Is Russia back!?"

This was a good question, but not the correct one to ask. All eyes had momentarily been brought back to America's plane—which he had previously restored to look like a popular spacecraft from one of his favorite American sci fi series.

Many jaws were dropped as America's contraption momentarily rose from the ground and proceeded to hover. England's jaw practically hit the floor as he gazed upon an actual floating spaceship.

"What the bloody Hell! That thing can actually fly!?"

America clenched his fists and shook them up and down rapidly, "Dude, no way! I can't believe my ship actually works!"

In unison, everyone replied, "Neither can I."

Through the cockpit of the floating ship, the answer had become apparent to America. He gasped happily and waved.

"No way! It's Tony! He turned my beautiful contraption into a functional spaceship!"

England turned his head, "Tony?"

"My alien friend!"

Everyone dipped their heads down and grunted, America finding this the least bit unusual. America grabbed England's hand and waved up at the cockpit swiftly.

"Beam us up, Ton' dawg!"

England widened his eyes, "B- beam us up? What does-"

And without a further second, both America and England had been zapped out of sight by a brief laser. And without further ado, the ship flew away from Korea. America and England had completed their mission—technically—and were now returning home. In a space ship...

The remaining three Asians were still staring up at the sky in amazement. China dropped his arms down with a quivering mouth.

"...they have a space ship..." he forced his head down in shame, "...communism's going to lose the space race, isn't it..?"

South Korea blinked a few times, then looked back at his house. Upon glancing over at it, a shingle had fallen off the roof, adding on to the ravaged household. He sighed, but then with a content smile, picked up his gardening tools and returned to his beloved garden.

To be continued...