In May 3, the British pushed on to reach Rangoon.
"Bloody Hell! Rangoon is bloody far!" England said, gasping for air.
"What are you doing here in Rangoon?" Rangoon said.
"That's the welcome you're gonna give me?"
"Let me introduce myself. My name literally means 'End of Strife' so if it isn't saying much, please leave."
"How can I calm down lad? I'm so tired."
Rangoon carried England. "Let me take care of that." England slept and Rangoon laid him down a bed. He woke up.
"What am I doing here?" England said.
"Invasion." Rangoon said.
"Oh right. I own you now. You're mine."
"I'm the one who should be dominant because I was the one who carried you."
"Too bad you're not a Brit." England laughed.
In May, Australia landed in Borneo, over-running oilfields there.
"Give me a good reason why." Borneo said.
"First off, I own you. Second, I really have to say sorry, mate." Australia said.
"It's alright. Take my hand and prove it."
"What?"
"I said take my land and prove it."
"I heard something different....."
"What ever it is, it's not my concern."
In May 7, total and unconditional surrender was signed.
"And I shall approve this total and unconditional surrender being signed, this 7th day of May." America said.

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World War 2 Story
Historical FictionThe World War 2 is interesting and heart breaking at the same time.