Operation Husky: Chapter 1

The girl's icy blue eyes snapped open at the sound of the iron doors being opened in the hallway; they'd be coming for them any minute. She pressed her back against the wall of the deserted military office, pulling a small pistol from her back pocket.
She cursed herself. She should've argued with her brother over this; he insisted that the small pistol served his troops well during World War I and would help her if need be.
Then again he did lose that war….
But even so, her brother promised that with his troops that the Allied armies wouldn't reach the island of Sicily. The Axis was sure that the Allied powers wouldn't even attempt to attack the small Italian territory.
Another few gunshots out the window and swearing from her brunette friend were enough explanation for what became of that promise.
She fiddled with the bullets as she loaded them into the gun, clicking the bullet chamber into place.
"I cannot believe that'a your fratellos gave'a you that to protect yourself...!" Her friend whispered to her, loading her tommy gun with bullets.
She sighed, blowing her silver bangs out of her eyes. "'Und I cannot believe that the Allies took the time to attack your island, Carmela."
Carmela's brows furrowed. "Well I'm'a not going to'a stand by as those asses take'a over my nation!"
"Carmela, Sicily isn't-"
"Don't'a start with me Maria."
Maria sighed, then stiffened as she heard the doorknob start to turn.
Carmela cocked her gun. "They'a won't'a know what'a hit them."
Maria had her finger on the trigger of her revolver, stepping behind a file cabinet so she could easily take cover. Carmela took cover under the desk, ready to pop out and attack.
The doorknob stopped turning.
Maria dared to take a small peek at the door.
Nothing.
"Carmela, you think they-"
The door slammed open with a loud 'bang', splintering as it came off its hinges and landed on the ground. A muddy footprint was imprinted on the door. Shadows of numerous people lay across the door.
"Alrighty, whoever's in here come out with your hands up!"
"Bloody hell you git, we're not policemen!"
"But I always wanted to say that!"
"Do you want us to sound like idiots in the face of the enemy you bloody git?"
"Well I do not see any enemies. Perhaps 'zey 'ave evacuated 'ze building already."
"No, I heard people talking, aru!"
"Perhaps we should investigate, da?"
"He's right. Come on now."
As the shadows creeped up the door Maria could see boots, then legs, then the bodies of the enemies. She saw Carmela look at her from under the desk and she nodded at her.
Maria sprang out from behind the file cabinet and Carmela sprang up from under the desk.
"Freeze!"
"Don't move!"
There were five men in the middle of the room, four blondes and a brunette. They all had guns with them and the tallest one even had an iron pipe!
The blonde with the glasses started having giggle fits.
"We're not fighting girls! What kind of hero would I be if I took down a girl?"
Carmela growled and shot her gun at the door frame, the loud crack silencing the 'hero'.
"We're'a not playing around!" She yelled.
Maria aimed her gun at the men. "Just because 've are girls does not mean 've 'von't hesitate to kill you...!"
The one with a set of fuzzy eyebrows aimed his pistol at her. "And what makes you think we won't do the same?"
One with stubble on his chin tried to make the other put his gun away. "Non, 'zey are just scared, beautiful young girls. Maybe 'zey don't know any'zing."
His gaze turned to Maria, winking at her. Maria felt her cheeks heat up and slowly turned her gun to aim at him.
"Don't you think you bloody frog? They obviously know something!" The Brit spat.
The tall man with purple eyes smiled eerily. "Maybe we should force the answers out of them, da?"
The girls flinched a bit; they could've sworn that they saw lightning flash around that man's head.
The brunette looked at him incredulously. "You're not suggesting we beat the answers out of them, aru!"
The man's smile widened. "Possibly."
"But they're...civilians! What would they know??" The American asked.
"If they're 'civilians' then why does one of them speak with a German accent? Did you think of that you stupid arse?" England retorted.
Maria frowned. Of course they'd call her out on her accent!
"Well the other one's Italian!" The American continued.
Maria's eyes widened. That was a big mistake.
"I'm'a not'a fucking Italian you bastardo! I'm'a Sicilian!" Carmela shouted, rising to a complete stand, aiming her gun. "And'a you jackasses better get'a outta here! Or else!"
"Carmela, calm down!" Maria snapped at her, still aiming her gun at the men.
The girl grumbled to herself but stayed silent.
"'Ve don't 'vant any trouble...so just get out 'und be on your 'vay." Maria said calmly to the men.
They looked at each other and nodded.
"Well...erm...sorry about that ladies...we'll be going now...." The British one said awkwardly.
The men started to file out of the room.
Except the Russian.
"You're'a leaving now...andare!" Carmela growled, her gun pointed at him.
He smiled. "You're hiding many things, da."
"'Vell 've are not, so go." Maria said sternly.
His amethyst gaze turned to her. "Your iron cross gives you away."
The footsteps in the hallway stopped and Maria froze, gazing down at the iron cross around her neck. The iron cross is usually worn by German soldiers, but it became more of a family oriented necklace for her; both and her brothers wore it.
"Th-That means nothing...!" Maria stammered.
"But only Germany's soldiers wear those." The British one said, his hand returning to his gun.
"And the Nazi himself." The American said.
"Don't call him that! He is not a Nazi, he's just following orders!" She snapped, then she quickly covered her mouth.
"So you know him!" The American declared, smiling with a sense of victory.
She grit her teeth and put her hand back on her gun, gripping it tightly in both hands. "'V-'Vhy 'vould you care...?"
They exchanged looks and grinned. The American stepped towards her. "Because that means you're coming with us!"
Maria growled and set her finger on the trigger of the gun. "Like hell I am!"
The American raised his gun, but he was too slow. Maria shot at him, the bullet grazing his shoulder and hitting a vase on the bookcase behind him. The ceramic broke to pieces, flower petals scattering around the ground where the shards fell.
"I am 'varning you. Stay a'vay!" She yelled.
He clutched his shoulder and scowled at her. The Russian stepped forward, his pipe held over his shoulder.
"It would be a shame to kill her, da. She would've been a good source of information." He grinned.
"Get a'vay from me you imbecile!" She barked, ready to shoot the man that towered over her.
The Russian smiled as he gripped his pipe.
"Nighty night~!"
Maria tried to comprehend how what he said made sense for the situation when he raised the pipe and brought it down in one swift motion, cracking it over her skull.
"Berlin!" Carmela screeched, watching as the girl's legs gave out underneath her and she fell over, her gun shooting off before clattering to the ground and sliding under a chair. The bullet struck one of the overhead lights, making it shatter and spark, raining glass fragments.
"Bloody hell Russia, you damn near killed her!" The British man said.
Then it clicked in Carmela's mind.
"R-Russia...? You'a guys are countries?!" She shouted.
"Yes we are, aru." The Chinese man said as he turned towards her.
"S-So'a you are...the Allies?!"
"Yeah we are!" The one presumed to be America said.
"And unless I 'eard wrong, did you just refer to your friend as 'Berlin'?" France asked.
"N-No, I-I didn't!" Carmela stuttered. They all turned towards her and she could feel herself start to shake. Damn her being like her brothers.
"Da, you did~!" Russia smiled.
"So if she's a German city you totally gotta be an Italian city!" America declared. "Your countries are allies after all! That must be why you guys are here! You were sent to guard this crappy island!"
Carmela's blood began to boil. "This is'a not a crappy island!! Don't'a talk about my country that'a way!!"
"Country? My dear this is an autonomous region of Italy, not a country...!" England laughed, earning chuckles from the other men.
Carmela clutched her gun in her hand. "I am'a not an autonomous region of'a my stupid fratellos' country! I am'a the Nation of'a Sicily and'a you'a will respect'a me!!"
Sicily immediately wished that her anger hadn't gotten the best of her and that she kept her mouth shut. The Allies looked at her with wide eyes, mouths forming into smirks.
"S-Sicily??" France asked. "You 'ave grown up so fast since I last saw you!"
"N-No, I lied! I'm'a not Sicily…! I...drank'a too much wine and'a don't'a know what'a I'm'a saying! Hehe...."
"Well I sure do...!" England snapped. "And I think we could use another hostage...!"
"H-Hell no! You don't'a wanna kidnap me!! I have'a relatives in'a London!!"
"No you don't! I'm tired of this...! Russia, take care of her!"
"C-Come on!!"
"Good night~!"
"Fratellos, aiuto-!!"
And with a swing of Russia's pipe, the girl was silenced.
"The Axis Powers will have no choice but to give up...!"
"But what if 'zey don't Amerique?"
"With Italy's sister and Germany's…friend at stake, they would have to give up. We'll win in no time...!"

Or so they thought....