A/N: Here's the third chapter! I honestly don't see this story going on for long, US is way too strong at this point but I got a crazy idea which might just allow me to drag this on a little longer once they conquer Halkeginia. Now on to the reviews!

AbaddontheDevourer: I have a question. Is this story America centric or is it the Allies? Is this C&C Generals or C&C Red Alert. Sorry I'm just a little confused.

Moved to Private Message.

Neoxis1123: This is awesome, I like people putting a show of force.

America's all about sharing that Freedom and Democracy with others.

inuboy86: Well now the Dogs of War will be unleashed, look forward to the next chapter and I hope they don't kill or hurt Tabitha's dragon, I like her.

I don't know... Johnson really wanted that dragon steak...

trying to be so oh original: *whistles* Now thats some good military fanfic! These guys need a good rock bottom punch. As mom always said, when you hit rock that's when you see the summit.

Thanks, interesting thing for mom to say, might use that.

Gem Warrior: The last sentence said everything beautifully. Henrietta knows the nation is screwed. her only hope is unconditional surrender, an alliance which may not happen or a complete rout.

I would like to see what happened to the captives and if any of them get a chance to save their skins from fate.

This chapter caught my interest and kept me laughing in the end.

Glad you liked it.

TheManWhoWatches: First, thank you for putting the Guest, my comment, down this chapter and saying thanks to it. Keep the story rolling and may you have a happy and fruitful life.

Cool thanks.

Makatsu: I think this is your best fic yet. Also #12 review :D

Thanks. Fine fine, here's your new chapter then Mr Twelfth Reviewer.

A rocket flew and impacted the ground ahead of the guards, sending most of them flying in mutilated pieces.

"So, any idea how we're gonna get out of this one alive?"

The two agents were running blindly down hallways in hopes of finding a way out. Smith was in deep thought as he continued to retreat and Johnson fired off his submachine guns at their pursuers. He cursed slightly when an arrow hit the projector he was carrying.

"I'm ready for a plan any time now!"

"Just shut up and shoot!"

"Gee, great plan!"

"Can it."

They continued running and evading their enemies but eventually they knew they would tire. Just as they found themselves cornered, a voice boomed over their comms.

"Somebody order an evac?!"

"Hoffman?"

"That's General Hoffman to you."

"Don't we outrank you?"

"I know you do, just wanted to say that!"

"Just get us out of here!"

The Pave Hawk helicopter from the academy earlier appeared outside the window on the left of them and its side minigun fired at the advancing troops, mowing them down.

"Get on now before more arrive!"

"Don't have to tell us twice!"

The two agents exited through the window and stepped into the fuselage where they sat back and relaxed.

"Hang on, gonna make our grand escape!"

The Pave Hawk banked hard left as it moved away from the main structure. The doors started closing as it hovered away and came to a full close just as one of the surviving guards shot an arrow and hit the door, causing the projectile to bounce off harmlessly. The chopper flew over the low walls of the castle and left the city limits before doubling back and flying back to base around the capital.

The lone survivor of the guards hurried to the Princess to report. He found out she was in a war preparation meeting and immediately burst into the room, ignoring at future consequences.

"Princess! The entire royal guard has been annihilated!"

It was not the Princess but General Gramont that answered him.

"What!?"

"They had strange powerful muskets which were able to fire an endless stream of bullets and a handheld cannon which fired explosive giant arrows!"

Now the entire war council gasped in shock, save for the Princess.

"Impossible!"

"Then, they escaped in a giant metal bird with an even more powerful, faster firing, musket on it."

They fell back in defeat as realization of who they were picking a fight with finally dawned on them. Most of the members initially thought it to be the ramblings of an inexperienced ruler and paid no real heed, but after the revelation, most could not even stand straight. The Princess sat firmly at her end of the long table but in truth was also internally shocked.

"Do you now see the scale of the threat we are dealing with?"

"Do you think surrender is an option?"

"They have said that we either surrender when they asked, or prepare to be annihilated. Due to the General's actions, we are now caught up in a war we cannot win."

"But surely if we lay down our arms they wil-"

"They despise the ways nobles are ruling and that negotiation session was the only one they would hold before deeming us as beyond saving. And we attacked them."

Everyone present, especially General Gramont, lowered their heads.

"Perhaps if we tell them we will change our ways?"

"I am not confident that will work, even if we force the nobles to accept commoners as of equal status and they let us be, there will still just be discrimination and the agents of this, America, will no doubt find out about it and declare war anew."

The room remained silent as the occupants tried to think of a solution to the problem.

"Our only course of action now is for me to go to them personally and request that they accept our surrender, lest we face a one sided massacre."

"You cannot Princess!"

"My words are final Cardinal, General, order the troops to stand down, I will not allow my people to be killed meaninglessly."

"Yes… Your majesty…"

"Prepare the carriage, the city guards will no doubt have seen the direction they were headed, I will go towards it and find their base."

The room was silent as their ruler left, unlikely to return.

Aboard the Pave Hawk, the General addressed the agents through the comm.

"So, I assume the mission was a failure?"

"Negotiations broke down, we were close though."

"Well close doesn't cut it, time to roll out the big guns."

The copter closed in on the firebase and to the East of it, a small village could be seen.

"Hey Hoffman, was that settlement always there?"

"You mean Americo?"

"That's its name?"

"Yup, they named it themselves. It's made of the people we liberated from nearby areas. They were rather sour about leaving their homes at first but when we told them about our no noble policy, they rushed to get a good spot!"

"Wow, must really hate them magic guys, though no surprise, you shoulda seen the way them pompous bastards acted in the capital."

"I get the feeling I don't want to."

"You really don't, but anyway, how much of the country have the copters covered?"

"We've scouted about half the area, most of our recon teams are already dispatched to round up the villagers and capture the nobles."

"Wow, I expected you to take much longer than that."

"This is apparently the second smallest country, though based on our intel, it has the most mages with one in ten being a magic user."

"Really now, must suck to be a non-noble here then."

"You know it. We've also started to implement the change from their currency to ours and I'll be damned how much gold we're getting off their pocket change."

"Any new orders from the President yet?"

"Not yet, you're on standby for now, let us do the rest. Oh, before I forget, we found an old rocket launcher in the vault, not much to look at but keep an eye out for anything else from our world here, it might lead to something."

"Got it."

The helicopter touched down at the helipad of the earth tower and its rotors slowed to a stop. The maintenance crew came to refuel and rearm the bird while the General headed to the tank. Johnson and Smith decided to watch the action from a front row seat and headed to the top of the front wall. Just as the engine of the tank was revved up, the scout at the top of the base reported in.

"General, there seems to be a carriage approaching at high speeds."

"What? I thought negotiations broke down! You mean we scared them into surrendering with just the appearance of our heli?"

"No idea, though we should at least meet with them in case it's important."

"I don't remember you outranking me private, but I'll take your suggestion. Smith!"

"I hear ya Hoffman. Johnson, give me support."

"Oh sure, just try to dodge it."

"You better not blow me up with that rocket!"

"Alright, but remember that I won the bet…"

"Damn it you remembered, whatever we'll settle it later!"

"Fine by me, now get down there."

Smith leapt off the wall and landed safely before dusting himself off and straightening his jacket. He waited patiently for the carriage to arrive while Johnson had the target finder of the rocket locked onto the horse powered vehicle. The transport came to a stop before the agent and out came a pompous noble, completely unexpected by Smith who thought it would be the Princess.

"I am Count Mott the Wave, Imperial Messenger of the Palace, and I demand to know what is going on here, who are you people!?"

Smith facepalmed, pissed that he had gotten worked up for no reason. He then put his hand to his ear and activated his comm.

"Tranquilize him."

A sniper shot could be heard in the distance and a dart hit the Count in the forehead before he collapsed. The guards raised their weapons immediately but dropped them and surrendered when they saw the large weapon the man at top of the walls held aimed at them. The maids also came out from the carriage and put their hands up.

"Please don't hurt us, we were forced to do this!"

"I know, now relax."

A pair of soldiers ran through the blast gates as they opened and secured the Count's body before bringing him into the base for processing.

"We're the US Army and have come to liberate your people from the clutches of the nobles. See that there? That's the settlement where those we rescued now reside."

"Amazing, to have such power to defeat a noble in a single hit."

"If you wish to assist us then just come in and help mark any settlements you know of on the map, we will go and bring the people here. If not, just head over to the village, or rather the town, over there and make yourself at home."

"Thank you!"

The servants and soldiers went their separate ways and the patrols resumed as per usual. The tank was once again revved up and begun to move when, again, the scout reported a carriage on the horizon.

"I want to go and blow stuff up damn it, not negotiate! Smith, Johnson, get your asses back there and deal with it!"

"It better be the Princess this time…"

So once again, Smith went off the wall, this time kicked off by Johnson, dusted himself off and straightened his jacket. Following what happened earlier, the carriage, now pulled by unicorns, came to a stop in front of Smith and out came a female with purple hair. The agent sighed in relief when he was not disappointed.

"Good to see you again Princess."

"Again? Oh, you must be that envoy!"

"Yes, that would be correct. I assume you've come here to surrender?"

She nodded solemnly.

"Know that our terms will not be as loose as when we came to you."

"I understand."

"Very well, I will allow you one last chance at negotiations but know that this is of my own goodwill as our leader has all but authorized the destruction of your nation."

She visibly flinched at the news but tried to remain calm. She entered the base where negotiations took place in the newly renovated meeting room. The terms were fair enough for the threat her country faced and she accepted them under the assurance that her people would not be treated unfairly.

"We will need you to leave your carriage here and accompany us in our transport back to your city."

Henrietta nodded in response and was led onto the Pave Hawk which was, reluctantly, piloted by the General back to the palace. There, the Princess was dropped off and convinced the guards to remain where they were. She then addressed her people from the balcony aided by the helicopter's broadcaster as it hovered above her as a show of dominance.

"My people, Tristain has surrendered to the nation of America and must now abide to their terms. Know that they have guaranteed that they will rule fairly but demand that all nobles be stripped of their titles."

A massive riot broke out in the nobles district at the news and cheers broke out in the merchant and slums district. A wave of nobles charged to the palace gates before a rope fell from the strange metal bird atop the Princess and Agent Johnson rappelled down it before unleashing a torrent of tranquilizer darts with his dual submachine guns.

"We stand no chance against them, as demonstrated just now. I beseech all of you to lay down your arms and surrender peacefully for more of their weapons are merely outside our capital city. They have already taken the magic academy with a mere two soldiers and have threatened to wipe us out if we resist any further."

All opposition died down at the news. A second rope dropped off the other side of the copter and Agent Smith slid down it to take the Princess' place.

"This nation, is now under the government of the United States of America!"

Cheers from commoners echoed through the city at the announcement.

It was dark. She couldn't see a thing when she awoke. She felt around for some kind of surface and soon found a wall. It was smooth, her hands slid when she tried to get a grip on it. She stood again but just as she stabilized herself, lights flashed on. It was too bright and her eyes took a few moments to get used to it before she could see clearly. She looked around and founder herself in a white room with black lines on the walls, floor and roof which drew a grid of squares.

'Where… Am I?'

A speaker mounted in a corner of the room perked up at the question.

"I see you are awake Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière."

"Who's there?!"

"My name is Doctor Zelinsky, you are said to have a special kind of magic which is different from your peers."

"And what about it!?"

"Now now, no need to get angry. We in fact marvel at your power and would like to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Indeed, we have deduced that it was you who allowed us access to your world through the portal."

"Portal? Right, the summoning ritual! You must be my familiar then, I demand you let me out of here!"

"Muahahahaha! If you believe that simply by opening the portal we will treat you like a Queen then you are sorely wrong. You are a test subject in our facility Miss Vallière, and we intend to fully utilize you."

"What? No… This isn't supposed to happen, I was supposed to summon a Griffon or Manticore and prove all my classmates wrong…"

"Let us move on to the first test shall we? Use your magic to blow up that target there."

A basic cardboard target dummy sprouted from the ground a little ways in front of her.

"No! I refuse!"

"That's too bad, I guess I'll check back in an hour then."

The lights were then turned off, the target was retracted and Louise was once again plunged into darkness.

"No, wait!"

Her plea fell on deaf ears as she was left alone in the room again. Knowing it wouldn't do anything if she tried to call out, she made her way to a corner of the room and curled up into a ball to try and conserve heat for the room was quite cold without any heating. Louise soon felt unconsciousness take her as her mind continued to wander without anything visible to catch her attention. The hour passed slowly and she awoke with a start when the lights once again turned on.

"Hello Louise, I am back! Did you miss me?"

"No."

"Oh, then I'll just get going now then. Shut the lights!"

"Wait come back!"

She was once again ignored and forced to wait on her own for another hour. This time, she spent it thinking about others.

'I wonder what the Princess is doing, I don't even remember what happened after the cloud of smoke from my explosion… These people must have taken me when I fainted for some reason… I hope that Zerbst got taken as well, I can't stand her! I wonder how long it's been since I was out, mother should be looking for me soon right?'

Thoughts floated around in her head as she used the time to think about things she normally wouldn't, like how her fiance Jean-Jacques Francis Wardes was doing. It was then that she realized she was starving and held her stomach in pain. The hour passed gruelingly slowly as Louise contemplated a great many thing while ignoring her starvation and soon the lights turned on again.

"Greetings Miss Vallière, I trust you are willing to cooperate now?"

"Fine, I'll do your stupid test…"

"Wonderful! Now, here is your wand."

A slit opened up in the ceiling and her wand fell through. She just barely caught it and waited for the target to appear, which it did. However, to the dismay of Doctor Zelinsky, she did not blow up the target. Instead, she turned her wand to the nearby wall and attempted to blast her way out. Her efforts were in vain however as, with the exception of some soot, no visible damage was shown to have been caused to the metal wall.

"Now now Louise, you disappoint me. I thought you were going to cooperate. I even went and blast proofed your room so you would not hurt yourself with shrapnel from your explosions and this is how you repay me, by dirtying my nice wall!? You can just feed yourself then little missy!"

"Huh? Wait! I was just testing my magic is all! I didn't mean to dirty your wall!"

"Really? Well I guess that makes sense, go and blast the target then."

"Right."

After multiple misses, Louise finally hit the target and it became a smoking heap. The scene one who see when he looks at the aftermath would be rather shocking. It looked as if a helpless soldier was forced to stand in the middle of a mortar testing field before one hit him directly and he turned straight to ash.

"Hmm, your accuracy could use a bunch of work but I guess we can iron that out with some tweaks to the siphon program."

An exhausted Louise fell back and laid flat on her back while panting heavily.

"Rest, I will be back in an hour."

The lights remained on as the voice disappeared but a loud noise echoed through the room and Louise's stomach growled in anger. The voice returned an hour later as promised and this time, no target was set up for the test.

"Now Louise, I want you to put all your power into one explosion. It doesn't matter where, I want to use it as a gauge for your power. You can even use it to try and escape again. This will be the final test so do this and you will be released from here."

With new hope, willpower swelled up in Louise as she tried her hardest to create an explosion that would be enough to gain her freedom. She didn't trust these people to actually let her go free after the test and so tried to brute force her way out, figuratively of course, she would actually use magic. After all, magic beat everything right?

So she focused all her energy. All her anger at the people who captured her, all her hope of being set free, all her concern for her loved ones, all her hate for the Zerbst who she hoped suffered as much as she did. She poured all her emotions into her spell in one last ditch effort to prove that magic was still superior. The resulting explosion engulfed the entire room in a white light and fried all the electronics not protected behind the blast proof material and the backup speaker had to be used.

"Alright, you've done well, eat up. We will come to get you in a couple of hours."

The broadcast ceased but the lights remained on this time. She sincerely hoped they would give her something half decent to eat, though she doubted it based on her treatment so far. To her amazement, she was treated to a banquet. Out from one of the now black walls unfolded a table with a delicious feast fit for ten kings as food ranged from basic sumptuous ones like steak to exquisite dishes she had never even heard of, let alone seen, before in her life.

One such dish was a stack of round pieces of dough with a sticky golden honey like sauce covering it. She deduced that it was to be eaten with a fork and stabbed the utensil into the top of the stack before walloping it whole. All etiquette had apparently left her due to just how hungry she was. The noble lady then proceeded to consume an inordinate amount of food in a completely unlady like manner to satisfy her previously ignored grumbling belly.

Content with her meal, she laid belly up on the bench that came with the table and slowly felt herself feeling very sleepy. Darkness took her once again as she slumbered but a thought went through her mind right before she blanked out. She wondered why she was tired despite having slept earlier but was too fulfilled to question it further and slept.

A/N: Another long chapter in one day, wow. That's three for three, not slowing down yet, I should really be studying… Next Chapter Review target will be twenty-one, so get reviewing! Spamming doesn't count though so don't get any funny ideas.

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