"You want a war, then you got one." A polish man of bed ridden hair and bright angered green eyes. Looking down upon a teenage boy of wild dreamed eyes. The boys eyes were a million shade of blue towards the disheartened green eyes ,of his former Guardian.

The boy never look back to his former father ,but he kept his head up. But his eyes shone defeat, broken into dust upon the enemies house that he used to call home to. Never such a boy as his age should be feeling so much sadness. But never stop the boy. No, he called for help from another person. He was an adult maybe around his early 20s, with golden blond hair and a gentle smile that holds a fatherly love towards a son he never knew of.

The man nodded in a agreement, but his eyes showed a warning for the young boy of the future...-

It was dark, until a flicker of fire appeared. Dancing into the wind it in on the stick. Staring at the fire, it began by the taking a slow step. Then the hip of its tip, side-by-side. Until it's long flowing hair backwards was extinguish by the wind.

"Al...wake up..." I hold no heed towards the fire that was long forgotten in the stick that turned into a smoldering black charcoal. Though I paid no attention to it, I tried to budge but I couldn't wake up.

Bang! Shnuchk! Ahhhhh!

The men that joined the military were yelling across the fields as their friends and comrades died left and right across the death plain. The kid knew he couldn't save them all but win their independence. After the burn of the White house of 1814 it was left in smoke... black... ruined... destroyed. It hurt the kid badly but anger the American greatly.

"America wake up!" That-

That shout hold it all my deadly dreams into a pause. I wanted so badly to re-dream another dream. That is less violent and memory wise. Like any moment I would not wake up, which were slightly true but false. There is a reason for this, tha-

Eyes bolted open as I woke up to cold water meet body heat. Not a good combination. I tried to glare at whoever ,but I failed to see that Russia was sleeping next to me and Canada holding a bucket that was tilted. I nearly forgot where I was until Italy walk down the stairs with a hard core stare. If there was one thing it had to be how freaky he looked.

Sure enough he spoken in a high authority towards my brother and me. "America, I need you to do something." He seem to pause after something. There is only one way to know, so I nodded towards his request. Forgetting being cold, wet, and mentally scared, I moved towards him after standing.

I noticed Italy's bloodstained shirt which hasn't been changed after a good long seven hours ,that I know of. When we walked into a room full of computers, which was shaped into a diamond. "I need you to stay here with Canada and Russia." Shocked was the one thing I could think of ,until he continue to speak. "While you are there busy with the computer hacking, Prussia and I will look around for something useful." Understanding the situation ,I nodded once more.

After that I went to my job. Canada came in, clutching his stomach with the word "pain" written on his features. Quickly out of my seat, I pulled a chair right under the table and made him sit. Relaxing quite well asking before going back to work. "Are you okay, brother?" Only nodding I went back to work.

Though I have some doubts that he is fine. But I didn't dwell on it much longer as the coding began. It wasn't long ,if you knew what to do. looking over my shoulders I saw my brother sleeping on the couch. Wait! When was there a couch?!

Sometimes I am such a blunt, I didn't even checked behind me. It wasn't a big deal, slowly I move from the chair to only pull off my leather jacket in lay it on my baby brother. From the corner of my eye, I saw something white which caused me to jump back. That's when I saw it was only Canada's bear, the white fluff ball. Carefully I picked up the bear and place it on my baby brother. Seen Canada slightly moving his arm around his bear made me remember a memory that I had with England. It was before my independence that I felt stronger and weaker at the same time.