The Aftermath

"C'mon!We almost have it!",America screamed as he stormed the corridors even before his soldiers could make one step. "Son,come back!", UK called out as he tried to catch up. Soviet and France followed him with their soldiers around them.The first troops had cleaned out the bunker pretty good from enemy soildiers but some of them are still hiding inside. Nevertheless,the for allies had decided to enter it too and finally rip out the root of the "problem" and to confront it finally with their actions. The scouts had told them that the 3.Reich ,accompanied with some elite fighters and high-rankes officers, had fled here.That was the ideal oppertunity to finally catch him after he escaped right under their noses so many times. Constandly 3.Reich had laid wrong traces,misled them and even faked his own death to fool them but now everyone was sure: He couldn't escape anymore.

UK let his men go first as they made their way insind the complex.Nervoussly he looked around for traps or other unpleasent surprises.The walls were grey and plain like every other bunker in the world but still it was like seeing it the first time.The soldiers swarmed out into the many corridors and dissapeard around corners.He was glad that his people after all the countless massacars still supported him,especially in his current state.The air raids had damaged him pretty bad but luckily that hadn't stopped his (or that of his people) determination to finish it all.Just the fact that he even was here was his persistence.His minister and generals had told him numerous times to stay back in safety because of his injuries but he would never just leave at the last few seconds of storming the cave of the lion.Even now he felt the deep wounds pulsating under his formal clothes (Besides,he hadn't let it go to arrive in suit and cylinder on the battlefield.If today was the day of victory,you should also be dressed appropriatly),reminding him of the pain 3.Reich had caused.The countless deaths and sacrifices shouldn't be made for nothing.Shots,barked orders,screams of agony...He was sick of hearing it over and over again.An explosion sended a minor heatwave through the corridor and UK had to straighten his cylinder and monocle.America laughed from somewhere. "Blyat!America,what are you doing over there?We have a plan to work out!" Soviet appeared beside him like a giant storm cloud.His expression was furious and UK shudderd.Actually he was suprised that the russian wasn't the first to run over to get the 3.Reich first.(At least his face looked like this)The giant nation crept hunched over through the low aisles like a hunting wolf.He too had gotten seriosly injured over the years in many battles with the germans but he seemd not to care about that in the moment.Soviet cursed under his breath and hurried up to catch on with America.UK wanted to follow him but turned around on the last second."France?Are you still there?",he asked.That was the only thing he still worried about.She dragged herself more than she walked and her breath was ratteling and irregular."Of corse I am,fou!" The voice was dry and weak but you can still hear the fire in it."Do you think I would just dissapear or something?" "No,but...I just wanted to know if you can still go on." UK could still remember how they found France a few months ago;weak,starved and still suffering from the affects of the invasion but still ready to fight.It was a wonder she was still alive.After 3.Reich's influence in his western territories sunk,the french started to fight back against their occupying forces what took them by suprise. 3.Reich had apparently forgot the french preference to rebel against their own authorities (or in this case the occupying germans) or just thought that his regime of terror was enough to keep their heads low.A pretty bad misjudgement.France was still alive,standing right beside him and ready to fight on like the rest of the allied forces.

After reassuring that France was still walking behind him,UK turned the corner to meet up with the rest of the team.He stepped carefully over dead bodies and staying alerted for any surprise attacks.The soldiers had done a pretty good job so far.The germans had no chance against the way bigger ammount of manpower and securing the area was going fast.The bunker was almost in their hand.UK finally found America who had succeeded  to capture a few nazi generals. "We are almost there!",he called over to UK."The sector here is almost clear.All thanks to me." UK grunted."Son,don't make me angry jet.I have to concentrate on or objective and not on your bad mouthing." America grinned. "We have a plan,remember?So stop fooling around!" Soviet poked his head around the corner. "The german soldiers on my side surrenderd!",he stated short-breathed."The krauts had no chance against me." UK took a step back to made space as a horde of russian soldiers appeared who escorted under a lot of wild gesturing and loud talking the mentiond germans to the exit. They looked around completly terrified and confused as if they not really realised what just happend but UK had no pity for them."I say it's time for the next phase.We have to hurry up!",France said impatiently."Do you at least found a trace of that nazi-asshole? " "Nyet.This is a total labyrinth here.It's gonna take a while to search for one suka..."   She sighed. "Ey,commie!If you are already busy throwing the krauts out then you can take them with you before they can try something funny." America pointed his gun to the shaking generals on the ground. Soviet just turned his eyes."Don't tell me what to do." UK bites nervously down on his tounge.Another thing to unnerve him:The constant snarky or cynical comments between the two contrys.He could understand that they dislike each other because of political reasons but they were allied too.Can't they just go along until the job is over? France scoffed at their hostile undertone and stomped over to the germans before UK could stop her.She grabbed the smallest of them by the collar and pulled him close to her face. "Where is your pity excuse of a contry hiding?!",she screamed. "Fucking tell me right now or I will rip your throat with my bare teeth  out,you little worthless nazi putain!,dou you understand that?" The officer just made a weird cough as he tried desperatly to free himself from the iron grip of the wrathful nation. "Answer me,enforie!I am not in the mood for fooling around.Or letting you live long enough to complain about your hurt feelings,got it?!" Amerika,Soviet and UK exchanged suprised looks over France's untypical outburst of anger but this was understandeble after all the things she had to endur. The officer choked helplessly in her iron grasp. "Ich...Es..H-Hilf..." The swastika on his face seems to slowly fade away.France got even closer, her eyes burning with hate and anger."Tell-me-now!",she hissed slowly and clicked her teeth.It didn't take long to find out.