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Pearl HarbourPearl HarbourPearl Harbour
"Sir, it's time we leave for church," Alfred F. Jones stared, bleary-eyed, at one of his maids and gave a sleepy nod. He slowly glanced toward the clock and groaned quietly. Why did he work so late last night? He shooed his maid from his room, and then sighed. He showered, dressed, and ate, and then it was time to leave. Just as he was about to open the door, his phone began to ring.
"Ms. Daisy, if you would," America mumbled over a yawn. The stout little maid waddled over and picked the phone off its reciever.
"Hello?....oh dear..." the blonde cocked and eyebrow at this. "Yes, sit,


Sant'Anna di StazzemaSant'Anna di StazzemaSant'Anna di Stazzema
"Children first!" Veneziano squirmed in his bindings, watching as the older children stepped forward. The younger ones waddles forward slowly, hesitantly. "Women next!" Germany snapped, cocking his gun, glowering at the Italian citizens lining up in front of him and his soldiers. He heard a whimper behind him, and turned his head. Feliciano Vargas was crying, honey eyes focused on his people. A pan of guilt ran thourhg Ludwig, but he grit his teeth and turned around again. "And the elderly!"
"Germany, please, no!" the bound Italian behind him screamed. The German ignored him completely, a
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Sanity?
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I don't even remember having such a thing in the first place.
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