World At War

Ch. 8: America and Japan.

Britain immediately visited America after the attack. She had a hard time finding him, she worried that he had been killed in the attack. To her horror, she saw him laying on the ground by a destroyed artillery unit. Her heart stopped, he wasn't moving. She ran to his aid, he had blood spattered on his clothes, she didn't know if it was his or someone elses. "America, look at me, America?" she looked America in his blue eyes, he looked to hers, he didn't say anything. "America, are you okay?" Britain asked. America nodded a little, he wasn't sure if he was okay. "Come on, let's get up." Britain began to help America up, he stood for a second before falling over, Britain caught him and propped him up on the side of a tank. "America what happened, who did this?" Britain asked.

America sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Japan." America mumbled.

Britain looked surprised, "Japan?" Britain echoed.

"Yes, Japan of all people. I can't believe it either." America said and stood up straighter, "I'm joining the war." America stated.

"Excuse me?" Britain looked even more surprised, he was joining the war again?

"Yes, I'm doing this again." America said and called to a soldier. "Doolittle!"

A soldier ran to America, "Yes sir?"

"Get your squadren together, you're going to bomb Japan." America said.

"Yes sir!" Doolittle ran off to get his squadren together.

"America, don't you need a little planning first?" Britain asked.

"Of course not, I'm America." America smiled.

Months later, America went to Japan and attacked the Japanese cities of Tokyo, Kobe, Yokohama, Nagota, and Osaka. Japan returned from his meeting with Germany and Italy to find his cities destroyed. He dropped his briefcase and walked through the ruins, looking at dead soldiers and civilians. A whisper came from his mouth, "Ay ya..."

Days later, Germany and Italy stormed into America's office. America simply looked up at them, "Oh, good afternoon." America greeted them. Germany threw America's table across the room, America didn't flinch or move, he just watched the table fly away from him. "I'll have you know that was hickory and costed very much. What is the meaning of this vandalism?" America stated.

"How dare you bomb Japan!" Germany shouted.

"Hey, he started it!" America said.

"I don't care, you shouldn't have bombed him!"

"He deserved it. He killed over two thousand of my civilians and destroyed my ships and air crafts, I had to retaliate."

"Consider yourself at war with the Axis, America." Germany snarled as he and left the room. Italy still stood  there, she looked at America, America looked back at her.

"Hi Italy." America said.

"Don't you talk to me!" Italy said in a tone that seemed forced, she looked back at him worriedly and hurried out of the room after Germany.

America sat there for a moment, "Europeans..." America mumbled and got up to get his desk.

America stood at Midway, he laid on the floor of one of his battleships, looking up at the bright blue sky. He sat up when he heard the familiar sound of Japanese planes. "Get to the artillery." America called as he stood up nonchalantly, the sound of guns and explosions filled the air. America watched as Japanese foot soldiers stormed the island, America jumped off of the battleship as it began to sail off to fight Japanese battleships. America walked until he saw Japan decapitating one of his soldiers. America stopped and stared at Japan, Japan turned and looked at America. There was something different about Japan, something more sinister. It was his eyes, they had turned red. America couldn't believe it, Japan seemed to stare at America just as America had did to him. Then something clicked in Japan's head and Japan charged at America, America stumbled over his own feet, wondering what he was supposed to do.