It was surprising how quickly wars can break out. And it's scary how greedy country's can get, taking away the freedom of others.

Personally, Green knew that she wasn't a large target. Her country didn't have much to offer, just snow and beach. It was obviously not worth the men and the effort to try and take her over. The countries that were getting taken over were Rose Island and Robin.

Robin didn't really deserve this type of fighting, granted, Rose didn't either. From what Green had heard, Robin was under nuclear warfare, and Rose under hand to hand fighting.

Green had witnessed Saint Andreas's revolution. It was bloody, and something Green often wished she didn't play a part in it because it made her gut lurch each time she thought of it.

It was dark. A little after twelve in the morning, most likely. Green hadn't had a glance at a clock in weeks. Not that she was complaining, technology wasn't really her thing anyway. The quietness grew, and Green drew her attention to the middle of the battle field.

The soldiers had parted, like waves in the Red Sea. Those of the Revolution on one side, and the Americans on the other. There were two dark figures in the middle of the field. One was much taller but slimmer, so it hid in the shadow of the other. The shadow that hid the figure closest to Green was smaller, but with broader shoulders.

Green looked over in fear at Robin, who was only feet away. Green didn't know Robin well, but she knew that Robin was in a close alliance with Andrea. Robin had her gloved hands clasped to her mouth, fingers across her dark brown eyes, parting only to let the curious girl watch. On her shoulder, Lava sat perched and ready for a message.

Green hadn't noticed, that curling around Robins arm was Dim. Dim was Saint Andreas's beloved arctic fox, to whom Andrea never let out of her sight. Swirling around Robins feet were Aussie and S'more, Saint Andreas's two pet dogs. Aussie was a mix between an Australian Shepard and a Huskey. She was bred for war. S'more was a collie-corgi mix, he was fat and laid low to the ground. Yet he never went anywhere without Aussie, so of course he would be here.

Green drew her attention back to the figures. There was light shining from soldiers on each side, either a flashlight or a phone screen. It was small, but she could easily see the figures now.

The taller one was Saint Andreas. Her dark brown hair was drawn into a high ponytail, breaking from the holder to fall loosely and messily at her face, sharpening her worn out features. Her dark blue war uniform clung tightly to her body, Green could see every muscle tensing. In her left dominant hand, she held a long sword, drawing it up to her own neck. Her boots came up to the middle of he calf and were smudged with dirt. Dark black and blue bruises seeped across her face, highlighting her blue eyes.

The other figure, obviously America, was wearing dark green camouflage. His honey blond hair stuck to his forehead, slick and damp with sweat. He held a gun, to which was pressed right to Andreas chest. His teeth were gritted, and his eyes were watering.

Greens muscles tightened. He was going to shoot her.

"Any last words?" America sneered, jabbing the barrel of the gun further into her. Her face was cool and collected, not fearing the gun or for her life at all.

"Just two." She slipped her sword to her neck, cutting into his white skin. "Good luck." She shifted to the side, pointing the gun up as he fired. Her sword dug into his neck, drawing blood.

"Try again."

Green sighed in relief.

The hall they were supposed to meet in didn't really look like a council hall. It looked more like a casino, which would make sense because the meeting was taking place in Saint Andreas, the land of gambling. The meeting hall was a deep red, contrasting with yellow. Around it, there was a mainly empty parking lot, excluding the few cars. It's a perfect meeting place, because the sign out front says closed. Never the less, Green steps in.

It was breath taking. The walls and floor were a deep red, and slot machines covered almost every space on the wall. The only spaces they didn't fill were the openings to other rooms, and a couple of dart boards on the wall. Pinball machines took up a good bit of the middle of the room, along with a bar. The bar looked old though, because the drinks were dusty and looked desperate for attention. Not like Green drank anyway.

On one of the bright green bottles, a number was written in sharpie. Of course, this is kind of obvious. To a normal bystander, who would've never thought to pay any attention to these dark and dusty bottles, would've never noticed. It was smart on Andrea's behalf, that was sure.

Stepping into the appropriate room, Green looked around. There was Saint Andreas, who was covered in bruises. It triggered Green's flashback, because it highlighted her dark brown hair and blue eyes. Robin was there too. She was laughing, stains of blood outlining her cheeks and chin. She was being fought. Rose Island was here too. Her bright pink hair was much dimmer than usual, but otherwise the girl looked fine. Until Green drew her attention to Rose's hands. They were blackened, darker than usual and very weak, depressing. Green almost screamed right there. But her attention was drawn to another girl there. She was wearing a dark blue coat, with fur lining the inside. She had a very light t-shirt on under, along with jeans and form fitting boots. Her hair was a bright blue, matching her eyes. The strange thing, was how pale she was.

"Excuse me." Green questioned the female, her accent reigning strong. "Who are you?"

"Hm?" The woman sounded like Russia. "Antarctica."

It was toward the end of the Revolution. Everything was going smoothly. America was falling. Saint Andreas was rising. Though, in the midst of all the insanity going on between the countries, two stood separate.

In broad daylight, it was easy to tell the honey blonde was The United States of America. But, the one next to him didn't look familiar. Her hair was a reddish brown, and sliding down her shoulders smoothly. It came down to her tail bone, and then stopped. It hung nicely on her tall and slim figure. Her trench coat mimicked the hair, sliding only inches below it.

"Wait...is that?"