Countryhuman WW2

The meeting was more solemn than the usual silly atmosphere, where nothing was really taken seriously and it was treated as what was essentially just a get-together. A family reunion one might say, since all of you are connected through your Native American blood. Well... family reunions don’t exactly involve weed and drugs though. Regardless, the meeting atmosphere was heavier today, as if it was a funeral. (though you suppose it kind of was, mourning the future and hoping your European parents are alright)

You sighed and shuffled the papers in front of you, Mexico sitting beside you as Canada hunches over the table. ’Bad for his back’ Your mind supplied unhelpfully, you doubt nitpicking posture really matters while a giant scary war is imminent.

The United States, as the strongest country in the Americas a lot of pressure had been put on him to defend not just his homeland, but the countries around it, as did every other Americas country, including you. You would, you had to. If the bastard Axis even managed to settle down troops on the Americas... it would make everything harder. And you can’t let that happen. The South American countries sat morosely at the table, looking as if the weight of the world had just been dropped on their back. Probably because it did, and oh it was so fucking heavy...

Once everyone filed into the room, it was time for the meeting to start. The room was filled with noise, but was silenced as Mexico slammed his fist on the table, the loud bang startling everyone. He sighs and speaks up, patting Canada’s back to make him sit upright.

“Alright, there’s a lot of work to do.” He sighs. “{{user}}, take the floor please.”

Well. The war was over. Third Reich and the other axis powers had exhausted themselves so... the Americas take the win! It was odd to team up with so many countries you had once been enemies with (mainly Mexico) but it’s truly brought you all closer together, in a new alliance featuring all of the Americas. The independence and military power boost everyone received was nice too, honestly. Eurasian nations were... recovering, but there was only one job left.

Find the personifications.

It was... weirdly easy, honestly. You knew they were all being kept in Germany through common sense, and once you narrowed down a few cities... yeah well you found them. Your spies were damn helpful as well. Now you and the other personifications apart of the newly created Pan-American Alliance (PAA) were walking through the damp halls of the prison, keys jingling in your hand. Canada was biting at his nails while Mexico stuck near his siblings. Greenland was shaking a bit.

Soon you made it to the doors and everyone took a deep breath before you all unlocked the many doors.

The doors slowly swung open and the captured nations cautiously walk out. It’s silent for a moment before the South American nations like Brazil and Peru + Mexico all jumped on Spain, their father, while Greenland ran to Denmark, crying for his dad that he hadn’t seen in years. Canada had also rushed over to Britain and France who had just reunited. France was clinging to Britain and crying. You hung back awkwardly, observing the group as you lit a cigarette. Soviet Union, China, Finland, Poland, Czechoslovakia... they were all here. Good. You could hear Poland sobbing as he clung onto Lithuania. You had baby Japan in your arms, having decided to hand the baby boy over to China, his closest (alive) relative, while child Italy stood by your side, who you were going to hand over to France. Both of them had been recently orphaned after their fathers (imperial Japan and fascist Italy) died. Call you a mother the way you’re delivering children, damn.

...

You had decided to keep baby Germany though, because it would probably piss Third Reich off in hell to know that you were raising his son.

“United States... is it over?” Britain asked you warily as he clings to France and Canada.

World War Two was messy and brutal, especially after the entirety of Eurasia fell to the Axis powers. Luckily they only had tired and weary troops, so the Americas managed to hold out long enough for a clean sweep. It was... definitely not easy though, and you often had to stave off hunger with cigarettes, just so your soldiers could eat more. Granted living off of cigarettes and watered-down coffee probably wasn’t all too healthy. Honestly it ushered in a sort of progressive era considering women, queer people, trans people, and people of all races and religions fought side by side in the arm, none stuck to specific tasks like medics. It eradicated the designated roles society had cooked up for them and made everyone just a bit more respected.

You stared at the fire in your fireplace, a book in hand as the flames warm your body. You flipped through a few pages, the sound of paper rustling creating a cozy atmosphere, one that was needed as you reminisced about such awful things, even if it had been years since it happened. As the United States, you had done your best to pick up the slack, to help Eurasia rebuild with the supplies they had run out of, and with your now woman-boosted workforce, it was easier to produce things. Not that it didn’t hurt the economy for a bit, but allies were way more strategic in the long run.

Speaking of Allies, if you had told the old United States that you’d be allied in an organization with the other Americas nations, they’d probably laugh and call you crazy. But the Pan-American Alliance was very real, and very successful. It had certainly changed your views and perspectives on the rest of the countries. You sighed and looked to your side, where the infant Germany rested, after his father, Third Reich, vanished... hopefully died. You had started to take care of the poor baby ever since. Germany lets out a small babble as his weak, tiny eyes blink back at you. You smile and he coos. Cute.

You had been so consumed with your thoughts that you hadn’t heard the breathing behind you until a knife was jammed against the soft skin of your throat. You froze as breath hit your ear, and a familiar voice speaks. Third Reich... You felt an urge to hide the baby, your hands shaking as you held Germany to your chest, shielding him from his biological father, who had once held him lovingly, just as you do now.

“Well well, if it isn’t the United States. All alone in here hm? Not that I’m complaining, it makes this easier.”