Hetalia: The Fifty Stars

Chapter 5: Turning the Tides

Connecticut. The 5th state is mostly known for being a snobby smartass with a swimming pool full of money. Of course, he wasn't always rich. Like many states, he suffered during the Great Depression. It wasn't until World War II did he and his fellow states have a chance to recover.

Hesitant to enter World War II, America initially started a Lend-Lease Policy with its allies. This in turn helped the country and the states recover from the effects of the Great Depression. Production skyrocketed. Millions of jobs were now available. Exportation increased a shit ton. No longer was the country and its states recovering; it was growing.

The country continued to grow even after entering the war. Before America left for the war front in Europe, he went to check on his states to see how they were doing. Among the states he visited, he checked on Connecticut who was manufacturing a weapon powerful enough to turn the tides of war in the Allies favor.

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"I'm surprised you came to visit me, America," Connecticut smiled, "I thought you were heading to the war front in Europe."

"I am!" America retorted, "I'm checking up on every one of you before I leave. I'll be gone for a while... To be frank, I'm kinda nervous to see what's waiting over there." He made a wavering smile.

Connecticut put his arm around America's shoulder. "Cheer up, man! Let me put it this way. At least you don't have to be stuck in a factory making gunpowder all day." He peered down at his work clothes and hands, all covered up in ash and grease.

As the two walked around the second floor of the large manufacturing factory, they observed the war effort at full course. Both hard working men and women were lined up assembling firearms around an assembly belt, taking parts and putting them together to form weapons for use on the battlefield. Nearby were three foot tall wooden crates stacked on top of each other, all full with the latest rifles, shotguns, pistols, machine guns, revolvers, and grenades to be constructed. All the fire power in the world ready to be shipped of to the warehouses at the ports where they'll then be shipped off to the Old World. Only a month of war production had passed, and thousands of guns and explosives were already being built and sold alongside hundreds of warplanes, warships, and military vehicles.

"You gotta be kidding me," America awed, "I can't believe you've already made this much already." He peered into a crate to inspect a perfectly made rifle.

"It's not that hard, especially when we have plenty of people ready to work for a good cause," Connecticut waited in the back for a response from the young leader.

After analyzing the rife, America gave a thumbs-up and a smile to Connecticut. "This is awesome, man. England is going to be glad to see this."

Connecticut quirked a smile. "And that's not the end of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." Connecticut scratched the back of his head, awkwardly leaning against the wall, "With the war on the other side, I'm sure our allies are in need of extra assistance." Connecticut pointed to a door at the far end of the factory rom while putting another finger over his secretive smirk.

America quickly got the hint and followed Connecticut's lead. The two quietly sneaked past the busy workers and managers before making their way to the far end of the building. Once they reached the back door, Connecticut pulled out a key and proceeded to unlock the door. Without interruption, the two made their way inside what appeared to be a dark storage room. After closing the door, Connecticut switched on the lights and a yellow light bulb flickered on above them, revealing the clustered room to be larger than expected.