Philippines – Late June 1945

The week had been a quiet week, the Japanese were obviously planning something. But as the week went by, the more trusting the countries were. Half the Mexican troops left, to bring back the oldest of the troops and replace them with fresh soldiers.

"Fern! I can't believe you, of all people, are leaving!" Nieve was pissed to say in the least. Her brown hair messy and falling out its braid due to the wind and humidity. Fern had to admit, his sister looked scary.

"It's fine. Al and Dom are still here, Jack isn't all that far away so he can send in troops if need be. I'll be back in a week, you should be fine from the way things are going. You'll be safe," Fern said before turning to his airplane. All Mexican aircrafts were painted with a large 'FAM' and the Mexican roundel which was a large upside down triangle with a red outline outside of a white filling with a smaller green triangle in it.

"I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried about you. What if you get attacked? Will you be prepared?" Nieve asked, grabbing her brother's shoulders. She squeezed him, emphasizing her worry. Fern laughed, but didn't answer. Instead he just hopped into his plane, signaling the others to do so too.

"I gotta go, Nieve. I'll see you in a week! ¡Nos Vemos!" Fern saluted his sister and the engines of all the planes started up. Nieve covered her ears against the noise and wind. She tried to yell her goodbyes, but the engines were too loud.

Nieve watched the air force until they were just specks in the sky. She waved and turned, running to find Al and Domito.

The next two days were quiet, too. Only the occasional Japanese fighter pilot came into sight. The ones that did were dangerous. Kamikaze airplanes in the sky, their planes hitting the warships. The ground soldiers were attacking with flame throwers, attacking any citizen or soldier in their way. They were getting ruthless, but it was better than when they came in huge hordes. Fern had to take his troops to Taiwan to help China free them from Japanese tyranny. Nieve refused to let Dom go out and fight on the boats anymore, not that she ever let him. But now, Dom actually listened.

"NIEVE! Get up! The Japs! They're attacking! Al's already out there! You need to hurry!" Dom was freaking out, his face pale, his hands shaking. They worked systematically, though. His fingers moving with a rhythm, scales. He was practicing scales to calm himself. Nieve groggily sat up.

"What? Are any of my men awake? ¿Qué hora es? What time is it?" she rubbed her eyes and shakily got up.

"No! They wouldn't listen to Al because he's American! Please, Nieve. Hurry. I'm scared. I don't feel anything. What's going on?" Dom helped guide the older nation into an over shirt. Everyone slept in undershirts and boxers (shorts for females) so they could get in their uniforms quickly. Suddenly there was a loud boom as Nieve was putting on proper pants. The Earth shook and Domingo screamed. He fell to the ground and Nieve almost panicked.

"Domito. Come on, we gotta get you to the hospital and get my men into battle. Come on, little buddy." Nieve half-lead, half-dragged the barely conscious nation into the plane.

Planes were everywhere, men all over the ground. In the time that it Nieve took to get to the headquarters, she had seen three men explode in a mine trap, a dozen men get torched and one guy get run over by a tank. Nieve grimaced and was glad Dom was barely conscious. When she got to the camp and got Dom into a hospital, she kicked down the door.

"Everyone! Get the FUCK up and out there! The Japs are here! The Filipinos and Americans need our help and what are you doing? Fucking sleeping! You are a disgrace to everything Mexico stands for! GET! UP!" Nieve was screaming and stomping. A couple of men backed away for her boots weren't tied and they were afraid they would fly off. Most people's boots were a size too big just in case they were there for a long time. Too big shoes are better than getting blisters from too small shoes.

The Mexicans were up and ready in record time, jumping into their planes, grabbing their guns and flame throwers. A couple grabbed throwing knives and one guy grabbed a bow and arrow along with a machine gun.

"Good day, everyone. This is your pilot here, Nieve Fernandez and I hope you all have a nice battle. Now, go kick some Japanese ass!" Nieve announced on her radio. The only response was from Al, "Woo! Let's go!"

The Mexicans swooped in low from the East. They tried to get in behind the Japanese, shooting. There were only a few of them, about 36 squads. But the Mexicans shot from the hip, shooting at any non-Ally. The Filipinos were pulling back, running out of ammo and fuel. No one worried, the Mexicans and Americans were there.

The battle went on all day, the coast in ruins and smoke conquered any still standing buildings,bridges blown apart to prevent advancing troops. Civilians and soldiers lay dying or dead in the street. Any woman or child still left were picking up the wounded and bringing them to the hospital. Both Allies and Japanese, though Allies got top priority. No one deserved to be left out to die, no matter who they were fighting for.

Dom lay in the hospital, hearing the cries and shrieks of his people, feeling the burning of his buildings, the shells of bullets hitting his land, his skin. It was all almost too much for the young nation. He was tired and in so much pain, his body blackened and wounded the soil of his country. His skin bloody, like the bodies of his children who were out there fighting for his independence. And Dom couldn't do a thing. So he lay there, screaming and writhing in unison of the victims of war. Shrinking with every moment.

Nieve's plane was going down, down, down to the earth before her. She tried to pull up on the wheel jack, but it was on fire, melting. She screamed for help. May day, may day. Pulling at the door frantically, she cried. She pulled out a gun, shooting at the window. The window cracked open with the same ease like her glasses did all those years ago. She banged the west of the glass open with her elbows and fists. Thanking God for her super-human strength and unfastened her seat belt. She would survive, survive. She started to jump.

Al could hear Nieve's calls for help, her May Days, but he couldn't find her. He searched, cried for an answer to where she was. No answer, just gun shots. Al screamed. What happened, what happened? Al could do nothing but pray and shoot some Japanese planes. Pray and Planes.

A/N: Last three parts were my favorite to write. Nieve's part was inspired by Pearl Harbor, you know...the movie. When Ben Affleck, or however it's spelt, is going down in his plane. And I quoted the song Sink Or Swim by Tyrone Wells. Lemme know if you catch it. :)