Author's Note:

(Finally! Time to continue the moments we've all been waiting for! And my guy friend is now better with our relationship. We're now friends. But, either way.)

Now, I would LOVE to create a Sonic The Hedgehog story, but I don't know much about Blaze's life. And only my cousin mentioned me to him. So...eh? I know Shadow's life, Sonic's life, Cream's life, Amy's life, somewhat of Silver's life, and Eggman's, Tails' Knuckles' and Big's lives.

Any ideas? I would like your opinions, peeps. :)

P.S. Check out me peeps' stories. They would love your reviews!

P.S.S. BossKing109, thank you for getting me addicted to Three Days' Grace. I might find more songs, before I went to Avril Lavigne. I like Alone the most. It has awesome riffs. Xp *Laurel says I'm dark enough. Because I wear Halloween colors, I can be a punk rocker or a guitarist. I have an acoustic, and getting ready to take guitar lessons in the summer. Just need $200 dollars for the 8 lessons. X)*

As Simone walked down the crowded winter streets of Germany with four kids behind her, and hummed a tune, the kids skipped behind her with smiles on their peachy red faces.

"Auntie Simone?" a boy with a blue hat and a red ribbon tied to it called, skipping beside the woman that wore a yellow button up shirt, a long brown skirt, black high heels and a long winter coat.

"Yes, Alder?" she said, looking down at the boy that had almond colored eyes. He wore blue shorts, a blue button up shirt, and blue dress shoes with a winter coat on his shoulders.

"What's for din-din?"

Simone smiled. "Whatever Uncle Billy fixed for us."

"Is it sheep soup?" a girl that had worn the same hat, but had a yellow ribbon tied to it, and wore the same clothes, except she had worn a blue skirt and blue high heels with a short fur coat.

Simone giggled. "Who knows, Abbigale?"

"We do!"

Simone smiled at her nieces and nephews. "Alright. Now run on home. Go, go." she said, soon stopping and following behind the kids.

The kids squealed, and ran, the other two, who was a girl that had an purple ribbon tied to her hat, and a boy that had a green ribbon tied to his, running past the people all around, making Simone laughed once the green hat kid accidentally bumped into a scraggy old man, who was named Hal.

Simone smiled and began to skip along the people, until she reached a small cottage and walked inside, soon greeting her husband, who was dressed in a brown sweater, black pants, and black dress shoes, his trench coat hung beside the door. His mop of dark brown hair was ruffled in all places, purple bags under his eyes.

Simon giggled and hugged Billy by the neck and gave him a quick peck to his cheek, taking off her coat afterwards.

"Hi, honey." he said in a sleepy voice, and yawned loudly. "Din-din's made."

"Aw. Sweetie, if you was tired, you would've told me about it." Simone scolded, and led him through the living room.

Beside the door were a row of hooks to hang their coats, which the children did neatly. Beside those was a large couch and a small table, but in front was a large table...

...you know what? I'll just make it as of how the war ACTUALLY started.

P.S. Cesaire (BossKing109) is a secret agent for the President. :o

The president was in his office, signing the law of the U.S. prices going down.

{wow. If only that could REALLY happen. Then I would give everyone my money and love them forever.}

As he finished, he put his pen down, and a man of brown hair and light skin took the paper and ran from the office, leaving President (not sure but I created a name up) Halberd Fronzo relaxing and putting his feet up on his desk, his hands laced behind his head.

Only for a moment.

Until his secret agent Cesaire came in, sweat rolling down his caramel face. "Sir..." he rasped, his slick hair of curly hair stuck to his face, a agent like suit on his strongly built body and a earpiece in his left ear.

The president only facepalmed himself and sighed.

Just only for a few moments was all he wanted. But, instead, he got this.

Well, that's what President and agents does to you.

"Yes, Cesaire?" he said, and looked up at him.

"We have very bad news. You see, what had happen was-"

"Yes, yes. But I'm trying to relax for five minutes. You're saying that I can't get that now?"

"No, sir. Not while you're president. You don't really get breaks. You constantly work for four years until you give up your position." he said, shrugging.

Halberd only stared at him with a neutral look and his left eye twitched, until Cesaire hastened his pace.

"Well, apparently, out Navy and Army troops have been bombed in Pearl Harbor once again. Bombed by the Japenese. They gave us a note saying to leave their land and people alone. They don't need our help. Send more people to protect your troops and we'll have to pay the price, starting with Missouri." Cesaire twirled with his fingers.

Halberd suddenly got up and gave Cesaire a frightening look, which made him startled and back away two steps from the Nation's leader.

That was his hometown. Nobody ever messed with his people and citizens.

If they want a fight, then they got one.

This was the last straw of being nice.

"...Cesaire..." Halberd said in a voice that nobody had ever heard before, a dangerous and evil tone to it "...you may leave."

Cesaire only stared.

"Go. That's an order."

Cesaire shook his head, gave a short nod and ran from the office, leaving Halberd to walk up to his window and stare out into Washington D.C..

"...if you push us, we push back. Harder." he growled and grabbed his curtain to pull it back, shielding his office from the sunlight. He then turned and paced to his closet and pulled out a missile that was labeled Bom-Omb #0321 and brought it over to his desk, and reached under it to pull out some tools.

"Starting with my fancy bomb..." he then chuckled and started with the wires.

A few days later...

As she scrolled through the channels, she came across Channel 3, and saw the news.

"Breaking news," the lady with auburn hair said, "apparently, the Japanese in Japan have bombed our Army and Navy troops in Pearl Harbor."

"BORING." she said, and flipped through again, and soon discovered that there was nothing on tv.

The shiny caramel colored girl with black hair threw the remote at the tv, which magically turned off. She groaned and jumped off the couch and walked up to the door.

"Mom, I'm going outside!" she called and opened the door.

"Ok! Be back before 8:15!" she called back.

She rolled her dark brown eyes and walked outside into the bright sunlight, which made her squint for a moment, but soon adjusted to the sunlight.

She closed the door behind her and walked down the quiet street of her neighborhood and soon reached a two story house. She walked up the steps and knocked on the door, which was opened by a black haired peachy boy.

"Oh. Ambie."

"For the last time, Marshie, don't call me that."

"Shush!" he hissed. "And don't call me that. It makes me feel like a baby." he lightly gave a red blush.

"Then don't call me Ambie."

"...fine...Amber."

"Good." she smirked. "Hello, Marshall."

"Hi." he grumbled, and stepped aside to let her in, only to meet a blond haired girl, a onyx haired girl, a blond boy and two white poodles, which were sleeping peacefully.

"Ah. Amber." said the onyx haired girl.

"Marceline."

"'sup, Amber?" the blonde people said.

"Ah. Finn and Fionna." she nodded at them.

"Alright. I'm gonna jam." Marshall said, and walked up a pair of stairs.

"...And so are we." they all said, and walked up behind him.

Many weeks later, with the bomb done...and everyone gone their separate ways with a huge fight.

(White {Amber;my real name, of course} has moved to Drakim. Marcy and Marshall are spending their moments together like brother and sister. Finn has moved to Hobart, Australia, while Fionna has gone to Germany with her Aunt and Uncle and the rest of her family. Only people left would be Betty and Billy, which we are down to the last days before it really happens. *next chapter*)

#Marianne Abadeer is Marceline's Mom, while Marcus Ajorner Abadeer is Marshall's Dad. Every U.S. citizen is packing up and moving to designated areas for the war.#

"Alright. We have orders from the president," the general stated, looking at the paper in his hands, "Your job is to drop the two nuclear bombs over Japan."

The three Air Force people only saluted and the others carefully placed the bombs on the plane as they nodded.

"Alright. Abadeer, Johnson, and Marianne Abadeer." (calls them by last name)

They all grunted.

"Now, be careful with that bomb. Any hard movements, such as a bullet shot to it, everything's blown, wherever you are. So, we're trusting you in that warzone. Do you think you can handle it?"

They all smiled and saluted again.

"Sir, yes sir!" they screamed.

The general gave a nod. "Very well. Remember who and what you are, and what you serve for." he patted each of them on the shoulder, saluted them, and walked away.

They turned to each other and shook hands.

"Well, here we are," Abadeer said.

"Yeah. You said it, Marcus. I never thought we would ever have an important job like this. Especially with nuclear things we have to drop off in Japan." Johnson said.

Marcus shrugged and let his hands surf through his shaved head of black hair. "Yeah. I just hope my son is ok..."

"...don't you have a wife?" Marianne questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. But she's a bitchy demon." Marcus scoffed.

Marianne gasped and glared at Marcus. "Marcus! I never knew you'd say such a thing about the woman you love!" she scolded.

Marcus scoffed again and laughed. "Whatever. I'm grateful she's not a whore like the others would be when they were with me. She's a bitch that came from the Realms of Hell. Well, she can kiss my ass. It was already hard enough to contain her in one place. Always doing this, doing that, blah, blah, blah and other shit I stopped with. Once we had Marshall, she started to push him and became hard on everyone, and now, he has to suffer the pile of demons he calls 'Mom'. But, as long as I'm away from her, I don't give a fuck about shit."

Marianne dropped her mouth open while Johnson shrugged.

"...OK! Let's go drop those bombs off, peeps. The troops can't hold off the Japanese forever." Johnson said, soon wrapping his arms around both of their shoulders and being in between them, incase they started to claw at each other.

"Sure..." Marianne said lowly, and walked inside the plane, leaving Marcus and Johnson outside.

"Dude. What the hell were you saying there?" Johnson whispered to him once she was inside.

"The damned truth of my wife, Greg. She's just...fucking annoying. Can't she realize that she's too pushy and hard on everyone?" Marcus questioned.

Greg only sighed. "I dunno, dude. But, we really have to go. It's gonna take us a little while to get there because this plane only flies at 110 miles per hour."

"...ok." Marcus said, and got in the plane, Greg being the last one.

Greg turned to the Naval base, and sighed. "We'll miss you, America. Take good care of our families if we don't come back. But it was nice living with you for a while." he said, and then got into the plane.

The plane's engines started up, the door slammed close, and everyone soon strapped in.

"Everyone ready?" Marianne asked.

"Yep." Greg said in the passenger seat.

"Yeah." Marcus said in a low voice in the back, watching the bomb.

"Alright. We are now ready for liftoff." Marianne said, and the plane soon lifted off the ground, letting them fly around the base a few time before flying westward to Japan in the night.

The rest will continue in the next chapter.