Okay my beloved, patient readers. As you well know, this fic has not updated in a very long time. This may be hard to take for some of you, but I'm in a new fandom now and I'm never going be able to give the fic the attention it needs.
However, I won't leave it unfinished, I will tell you the ending of our little story;
This f ic follows through the tragic events of everyday people with America, Germany and occasionally Japan or Italy witnessing and commenting not far behind. Germany knows how much power he holds in the fight and wishes to take it back, but his boss will not allow him. Not until after America is forced to bomb Japan.
America struggles with his inner self and how he feels about these wars he's fighting for the sake of good, for the sake of being a hero and wondering if human lives are worth it all. He starts to believe that these things should be settled between the countries themselves and not by how many dead humans one had. Italy pays for his discretions long after the war is over and None of the countries involved up to their ears easily forget the line of toy soldiers they'd sent to fight their battles and wounded themselves in the process.
War was easy Hell, and they vowed never to have such large-Scale warfare ever again.