Hey! Exactly one week until my big 21st birthday bash! Totes excited! Anyway, so without further ado, I present today's chapter! Enjoy.
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Fifty-Nine: Churchill
Winston Churchill has always and probably will always be England's favourite Prime Minister. He was everything that the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland needed during the Second World War and England was very pleased he had been elected as Prime Minister. Tough and reserved, the man would simply not back down against anyone, including Hitler and Mussolini.
England was confused however, when called for a meeting, he opened the door of Churchill's office to find his three other sibling's sitting with him, all wearing the same mask of confusion.
"Sorry, I'm late; I was, uh, detained." He could hardly tell his Boss he was telling France to man up and to stop getting De Gaulle to send messages to the Free French via his BBC.
Churchill smiled a gruff, tired smile but all the same happy to see him.
"Fine, it's fine. Hurry, Arthur, please take a seat. I have some very important news."
England sat down quickly and glanced at his brother from the north who simply shrugged. He turned to his sister who was looking at the ground, muttering under her breath. Churchill saw his nation looking at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Problem, Miss Northern Ireland?"
She looked up and glared at Churchill, furiously. England frowned. Emily positively adored Churchill. She would even come up to England sometimes and say she was on better times with him than he was.
"I know what you're going to tell us and I don't like it one bit."
"Is that so?" Churchill challenged, "And just how do you know?"
"You told Sir Craigavon," She spat, "Who then obviously told me."
Northern Ireland's Primary Boss told her something that Churchill told him and he hadn't informed England about it first? England frowned and crossed his arms, huffing slightly.
"Did he now? Well, he wasn't meant to. I planned on telling you altogether."
"Bullshit." Northern Ireland growled, springing from her chair to slam her hands down on the oak table that separated the nations from their boss. "You wanted me, Scotland or Wales to know first so we could break to the news to England. It's England you're worried about the most, right Sir? You don't want to tell him encase he ends up running to him and tells him."
"Northern Ireland! How dare you talk to the Prime Minister like that! Sit down at once." England exclaimed, scowling at her sister. She sat down slowly, saying nothing, but shooting daggers in Churchill's direction.
"It's quite alright Arthur. Northern Ireland is correct; I have been keeping something from you. For quite a while now actually. I was worried that if you find out, you would confess what you know."
"I-I'm sorry, I'm very confused, could someone please tell me what's going on?"
Churchill looked to Northern Ireland who, in turn, shifted her gaze uneasily from her boss to her brother.
"The British intelligence agency has discovered that the Japanese plan to bomb the docks of Pearl Harbour in Hawaii." She drew a breath. "In twelve days' time."
England sat, dumbstruck, staring at his sister. He looked to Churchill, who grimaced slightly.
"And I have decided not to inform the American government on this matter."
England gulped.
"I-I-I'm sorry?" He croaked, barely believing what he was hearing.
"It has been an unambiguous decision between the cabinet that we will not inform the Americans of this planned, surprise attack. We need their help. They will enter the war if this happens. Alfred will not stand for this intolerable act of unjustness against his people and either will his government. I assume that they will act immediately."
"B-b-but we can't just sit here and let innocent people die!"
Churchill shifted in his seat, under England's scrutinizing gaze.'
"Well that's exactly what we plan to do. I understand this will be hard for Arthur. Alfred is clearly dear to you but that is irrelevant. You must not tell him. It is imperative that you don't."
"I can't believe this." England mumbled and Churchill stood up, putting on his jacket and preparing to leave.
"Stiff upper lip, Arthur. You will thank me for this in the long-run. Do you want to see your country overrun by Germans?"
"No, I don't but-"
"Then I don't see why you should be complaining."
"But this is a matter of innocent citizens dying! Alfred will be…will be…"
"Furious?" Churchill suggested.
"Exactly!"
"Yes, exactly. We want him to be."
"But he won't-"
"Arthur," Churchill sighed, moving round from behind the table to place a hand on England's shoulder. "How many times have you practically got down on your knees and begged for that arrogant, superficial red-neck's help?"
"I know but-"
'And how many times has he mumbled some pathetic excuse and walked away? Your best friend, leaving you to defend yourself."
"I suppose but-"
"Even after the Battle of Britain and you were on your knees, he still refused to help. Well Arthur, we're on our knees again and we need them. Look what happened to your sister not eight months ago! She is only beginning to heal."
England turned to her sister, who, although still slightly bruised, looked a lot better than she did during the Belfast Blitz. He sighed deeply.
"Fine. I won't tell him. But you better be right about this Sir. I hope all these people dying will not be in vain."
Churchill grimaced and nodded, reaching for the door.
"It won't be. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to ring that arse De Valera and shout at him some more about not helping us." He grinned slightly and threw Northern Ireland a look and she shrugged. It wasn't her problem what her demented sister and her boss did.
When Churchill left, the four siblings stood in silence for a moment until Wales spoke.
"You're not going to say anything, are you England?" He looked up at his brother and smiled sadly. "Please don't. We need America's help. Even though you won't admit it, we need him."
England's hand's tightened into fists.
"I'm not going to say anything. I understand why Churchill's doing this. But…but…it's America."
All England could think about was that idiot's stupid grin and happy-go-lucky persona he always had which would soon be replaced with a personality that resembled Northern Ireland's; new to the worlds conflicts and already getting tired from it all. England guessed that was why Northern Ireland opposed so much to the idea; because she knew how he would soon be feeling.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Scotland said, keeping his opinions to himself. He was angry enough that Norway had turned against him and he wasn't in any mood to discuss whether or not America needed to be bombed to get him to declare war.
And with that, the four nations of the United Kingdom, walked out of Ten Downing Street, all thinking about how in twelve days' time the war was definitely going to change, either for better or worse, none of them knew.
Some information coming at you! It is not known whether Churchill did know about the attack on Pearl Harbour but it is highly suspected. Regardless, it was pretty stupid not to tell the Americans about it anyway because it was Hitler that declared war on America, not the other way round. They declared war on Japan but it is assumed that America wasn't planning to fight against Germany but then Hitler did a very stupid thing and declared war on them so they ended up coming to the Allies aid. And boy did they need it. France had fallen to Germany in 1940 but De Gaulle's Free French or Resistance as they were called, put up a brave fight against German rule and the Vichy Government. The UK basically was on its knees, and though had stopped an invasion from the Luftwaffe, was weak because they did not have many allies. It was only when Germany turned against Russia and decided to invade him, did Britain have any powerful allies. (A.K.A France is a complete weakling!)
So hope you enjoyed! I'm intrigued about the idea that Churchill knew what was going to happen; it's kinda dark of him, don't ya think? Please review. Cheers, LucyMoon1992 x