Shots of War

A series of WW2-era Oneshots

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1. One Day More

Disclaimer: I HAVE NO POSSESSION OF HETALIA no seriously if I did it would be much more gory.

1942 was a bad time for the Allies. China was locked in a bitter war with a former brother. America and Russia (or in this case, the Soviet Union) were betrayed by the countries they so much. England still couldn't forgive himself for the Dunkirk Evacuation. And France…

France was gone, left under the control of Germany.

The remaining four were at a meeting. They were already running a campaign in Northern Africa against Italy, but they had yet to fight the Axis on the European mainland.

Russia was still in a bloody Red Army uniform, from a battle with Germany in the East. America standing beside him, not bothering to change out of his khakis. They made an odd couple, former friends split by war and deaths.

"We have a proposition."

China and the United Kingdom looked up in surprise. With the current circumstances, all they could really do was help the remaining parts of France, and on China's side hold Japan back a little.

"We're listening."

"Okay, so you know how Russia's fighting his battle in East Europe? Germany's basically dominated Europe an-"

"We are suggesting that we should try and launch an offensive on the European mainland."

England heard some ridiculous things. But this quite topped the list. "B-bloody hell! Have you finally gone mad?"

"Even I have to agree, aru." Maybe people did go insane from too many battles.

"I have been fighting Germany for a year now, while you have been, ah, beating around the bush here in the west."

"Don't say it like that! What if this proposition of yours fails? Europe is packed with Nazis!"

"Only God knows how many people have died defending my western half, and I have been fighting Japan on top of that. Your casualties are nothing compared to mine. If this fails, try something else."

"I mean Iggy, we should take some weight off our backs, and I know you miss him."

"Of course I don't, you git!" England's ears were the color of blood. I'm sorry I couldn't help you…

"I've seen you gazing across the Channel with his remaining soldiers, dude. Besides, we all need to save Europe from that kraut. Hero's duty."

"Not all of us. You, England, and whoever else agrees to help."

What

"Germany is closing in on Stalingrad, so I need to defend it."

"I'm basically the only one keeping Japan fully occupied, aru."

Both eastern nations were dead serious.

"I mean, it's fine. We can get Australia and Mattie to fill in. I can convince Poland along with some other guys" Russia raised an eyebrow at that.

"Wait, hold on. We don't have enough resources to fight some placed packed with Nazis." I'm sorry "This can be postponed. What if Italy decides to help?" I just can't…Not now…

Francis, just hold on a bit longer… Please. One more day.

"Yeah, fine. I guess we can put this off. But we should at least do something other than mope about France."

"I am not moping about that perverted frog."

"Yeah, right. And Russia's not a commie."

"I suppose this operation can happen later." Russia cut in.

"… Yeah."

In the end, it was postponed. America and England launched an offensive in the Mediterranean instead. In a year, they successfully invaded Italy.

The Soviet Union faced a bloody battle in Stalingrad, and managed to drive back the Germans.

China was still getting his ass kicked. (1)

In some unknown location in Nazi-occupied France was a nation, holding on to his last scraps of individuality.

I'm fading away, aren't I? I'll just be part of Germany soon.

Everyone left in 1940. Angleterre, Belgium, even the rest of my army.

How much longer will the south last? Are they still there, even?

Angleterre

Help

Please

In 1944 the Allies drafted their plans for Operation Overlord, named only because it "sounded badass", according to America. (It earned him a punch from England, but nobody else had a better name).

On April 6, they were on ships heading toward Normandy beach. Not Russia or China. They were the East, they fought their own battles with a samurai-turned-kamikaze. Just America, England, and what's-his–name, with a few people from the French resistance.

"Ready?" America had a death grip on his rifle.

You can do this, old chap. He's not gone yet. "Let's do this."

They leaped into the roaring surf.

Just one more day until he's free…

Omaha.

Gold.

Juno.

Sword.

Utah.

American. British. Canadian. British. American.

So many casualties to free Europe.

"Fuck, why won't this open? I broke the lock already…"

"Try harder"

Crack

"-gah!"

Both America and Canada stumbled through where a door once stood, warped with disuse. The afternoon sun streamed into a room, outlining a figure trapped inside for the past four years.

"Papa!"

It's Germany's men, isn't it?

They've came for me… (2)

France lunged at Matthew, connecting his fist with his jaw.

"Holy shit, Mattie!"

"Tu ne vas pas me prendre partout! Je refuse de devenir une autre partie de ce allemand!"

"Papa, it's okay, you're free now! Calm down!"

"Se éloigner de moi!"

"Papa-"

"Boys, let me handle this. The frog is dealing with his split personalities."

"But, dad-"

"Take off your helmets."

"The hell?"

"He's probably dealing with Germany's influence." The buckle of Canada's helmet clicked.

"Oi, Francis! C'est moi. Nous avons franchi les rangs de l'Allemagne. Vous êtes en sécurité maintenant…Francis, je suis désolé de ne pas v-venir p- plus tôt…" England's voice cracked.

"…je suis vraiment désolé… Je suis désolé que vous ayez dû attendre si longtemps… pardonne-moi s'il te plait… je suis vraiment désolé… S'il vous plaît ne pas e-être p-parti…"

"Angleterre…"

By then, everyone was crying to some degree. Canada choked back a sob. America pretended to scratch his nose, and discreetly wiped at the wetness rising in his eyes. England was a blubbering mess, though he would never admit it afterwards.

France's tears were flowing freely, drawing circles in the dusty floor.

Four years.

That was all it took. Four years until liberation.

No matter what happened, they always had each other.

Him and the nation across the Channel.

When he was trapped and under the power of Germany, he thought about fading away. It would've been so easy, to disappear, to leave the pain and suffering. Just to let go. But he promised himself, one more day. Wait a little longer.

"I'll never forgive you for botching my language."

"Be grateful, you frog. I risked my ass to save you."

"Hey, guys?"

America really didn't want to cut in, but "We still need to take back Paris"

"... Aye. When we get to the city."

"To the city."

When we get to the city…

The last line is from Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury. Ego own nothing.

Jeez latin is infecting my brain...

And if you're wondering, yes, I was listening to Les Miserables.

Translations (They're not precise, 'cause Google translate est lie and my latin isn't that good ):

"Tu ne vas pas me prendre partout! Je refuse de devenir une autre partie de ce allemand!" - You're not going to take me anywhere! I refuse to become another part of that Nazi!

"Se éloigner de moi!" - Get away from me!

"Oi, Francis! C'est moi. Nous avons franchi les rangs de l'Allemagne. Vous êtes en sécurité maintenant… Francis, je suis désolé de ne pas v-venir p- plus tôt…" - Oi, Francis! It's me. We broke through Germany's ranks. You're safe now… Francis, I'm sorry for not coming earlier ..."

"…je suis vraiment désolé… Je suis désolé que vous ayez dû attendre si longtemps… pardonne-moi s'il te plait… je suis vraiment désolé… S'il vous plaît ne pas e-être p-parti…" - "... I'm so sorry ... I'm sorry you had to wait so long ... Please, forgive me ... I'm so sorry ... Please, don't be gone ..."

(1)Okay, I have no idea why I put that there

(2)He's saying that in French, but I'm lazy and Google translate is a lie (see above)

aauuuuugggggghhhhh i should be doing homework but I really wanted to finish this so yeah. *runs off and observes chemistry grade falling like raindrops.* Fuck Chemistry.

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