The Banes Of The Nations Past’s (Axis + Allies)

The Banes Of The Nations Past’s (Axis + Allies)

Requested by Anonymous

Warning: America’s has a bit of my own headcanon in it, you do not have to agree with me! Also, my history major ass had a little too much fun with this one. Hey, at least you’ll learn something

Germany: This one is quite the given, but the one regret Germany has in his life is the time period from 1939-1945. He hates to even mention the name of it, not because he wants to ignore what occurred, he just can’t bear reliving every malicious thing he had done. By far, out of all of the nations, Germany is the most traumatized of his past. He hates that he was so easily swayed by the Nazi party, how quick he was to obey his boss, how eager he was to take a train up to Poland… Do him a favor and completely avoid the topic of World War Two all together around him, he gets very hard on himself. To pay back for everything he had done, Germany has gone out and spent millions and millions of dollars towards awareness towards racism, the holocaust, and to survivors themselves. Most of the world has forgiven him for his mistakes, all of the Jewish survivors that he has met have forgiven him too, yet, somehow, he’s very unwilling to forgive himself.

North Italy: He finds it hard to regret things in life, being a mostly relaxed nation- being a colony himself and only having a slight piece of land during The Scramble of Africa, North Italy can’t really put himself up on a bad moral pedestal like everyone else. Though, even though it occurred more predominantly where his brother lived, the Mafia haunts him, so much to the point where he’s had to see doctors. He’s seen horrible things happen, to women, to children, even to grown men, and he had just let it slide. He had become so  complacent to brutal mob activity that he had just accepted it while it was happening. His brother, South Italy, at some point was so heavily involved (and being destroyed) by the Mafia, and he had just let it be. He regrets ever being associated, and associating himself with such a violent group of people, and he fears people think of him as the country where mobs come from.

Japan: Japan had done many questionable things in his past, especially whilst growing up, and even though locking himself up for two hundred years seems like a very regrettable action, he didn’t quite mind it. Japan’s biggest regret of his past was World War Two, much like Germany. While Germany’s biggest regret was the holocaust, Japan loathes everything that he had done during this time period, from invading China, who he fears will never forgive him for the mass slaughtering of his people, even though he has, and the way he had treated his own soldiers. Now that it’s modern times, Japan has changed his mindset on the way discipline should be, but back during the day, if anyone did anything dishonorable… He’d rather not bring it up, the images make him sick to the point of tears.

America: If you asked what America’s biggest regret was, he would say treating England so poorly during and after the Revolutionary war. Though, deep down, he knows that’s false. His colonization is what haunts him most. He knows that his existence came to be when European settlers came. There was another little boy living here before him, deep skin, red eyes, crooked smile and what America and his Big Brothers liked to call, “animalistic tendencies.” The land he now called his wasn’t his at all, it belonged to the little boy who ran through the fields and slung arrows at deer, turning their skins into coats and bones into weapons. He had killed the little boys entire being, starting at his family and moving onward to the point where everyone who looked like him… gone. He feels like it’s his fault, it was his existence that got the Natives killed, his doing that caused such a rich culture to die. And yes, while it technically was, he had still been pushed up to be seen as “America”, while the little boy in the fields had come to be known as his “second player.” They had never got along, which America understands, little by little had America and his bosses stolen and burned the land of his second player’s people, to the point where he only resided in little speckles across 4 million square miles. His second player even fought for the north during his civil war, which further made America seem as if everything he was doing as a nation was wrong. He almost willingly surrendered as the south then, due to the fact that his second player had mentioned torturing the people from Africa the way he had tortured him. He hates the way he treated people different than him in the past, and now, even though he’s still the white, European blended colony he was born as, by god he is putting as much time and effort into building museums to honor Native Americans, starting wildlife reserves to protect the animals his second player had so worshipped, and donating so much money to African-American activist groups. He wishes he could fix the mistakes of his past, even though the scar was still there and visible.

England: One half of him doesn’t regret it as much as he should, it’s what built him up to be a powerhouse, though on the other hand it makes him want to give every square inch of the land he has left to those he had colonized. Imperialism has broken England, and he curses the mere foundation of the British East India company. He despises every drop of blood he had gotten on his hands during his time as an Empire. He regrets letting America go so easily, only because he had richer, more obedient colonies to take care of. He would never let America know that he had given up on him, though he feels as if it would give the man a sense of pride. He has nightmares of storming into African tribes, spilling red on their multicolored clothes, their beads of ivory and dried nuts, their skin marked with ribbons. He hates the image of destroying something once so vivacious and wonderful, thousands of years of culture and humanity crushed under his boot because he wanted some more money to run his trains. He loathes what he did to India even more, taking everything they had away from them, making them pay full price for goods they could grow on their own, taxes higher than those in America, lining men up in rows just for speaking their mind- The images flash through his head every so often and it’s times like these where he needs to take a break. When he puts it into perspective, his empire wasn’t even something all that ancient. The last colony he gave up was in 1997, for god’s sake. He had pushed his imperialism up until modern times, he still had colonies when the internet existed, and for some reason, putting that into perspective makes him feel like a horrible nation. Those who forgive him have forgiven him, though he feels like he can’t do that much to help since imperialism is generally deemed irrelevant in the eyes of those today.

France: He was a greedy, selfish pig back in the day, is what France would say if you mentioned his past. While there are wars so ancient that run through his blood, they seem to have just become funny stories to tell when he’s drunk with his friends. Though, dare you mention his revolution, and he will break down. He had wished that he was siding along with the common folk during their protests, but he was in the palace with King Louis and Mary Antoinette. While he can say that “Let them eat cake” was definitely not a thing, images of plump, wealthy people gorging themselves then promptly shoving their fingers down their throat to eat more haunted him. Whilst the sons of starving mothers and children outside the palace rung in the echoes made him tear. His government had torn up, he had watched his bosses head roll to the floor, he had watched so many heads roll to the floor, even his own, on one occasion. He had been brutally threatened by mothers of children to give them food, an entire nation of once cultured people now tugging at their hair because he couldn’t provide them simple human necessities. He get sick thinking of how he had basically failed the most simple thing as a nation, letting you citizens live. Though this memory haunts him, he can say that he’s able to watch Les Mis just fine, though he cries for about an hour during the entire show.

China: China doesn’t have the same visions as westerners do. If America were to point out China’s biggest regret, he would say it was probably Mao Zedong and the communist revolution, while china would take offense, since Mao is the savior of his once collapsing nation. China’s biggest regret himself is his ethnocentric attitude when he was younger. When he first became a country, all the way up until his “teenage” years, he saw himself as the best, and only the best. He was surrounded by mountains, nobody could touch him. He was the land of beauty and refined culture, and the people on the outsides of the mountains were just sheer barbarians. So, when the Silk road was established for trading, China didn’t pay it much mind. It was impossible to pass through without being robbed or going missing in the Gobi desert, but when the Mongols arose and ran the trade route, trading became easier, ideas began to spread, and China found it very odd to sit there and watch all these strange barbaric attitudes enter his home. Especially Buddhism. He hated it, he remembers cringing upon hearing the name of it. Him, his boss, and the traditional, “pure” people of china were set out to stop the barbaric religion from spreading. There was so way he could let such a vile thing ruin his purity, his country overseen by heaven! All the people he had killed for such a closed minded attitude. He shakes his head thinking about it, for he had accepted Buddhist tradition himself. He finds it laughable when people say the Prussia is the most egotistical nation to ever live. It’s usually the young ones, he’ll muse, the ones who had no idea how brutal he was back in the day.

Russia:The fact that his entire plague has turned into a recent joke further haunts Russia to this day. If he could only tell people how sickening his time as the Soviet Union was, if only he could tell them the sheer terror that billowed off of Joseph Stalin and Vladimir Lenin like rip currents. He wished he could tell them the faces of the farmers that were slaughtered for not producing enough food, for the innocent people with faces that “looked threatening” and instantly marked as an enemy. He wishes he was strong enough to cry about his fears, but he was so beaten to the point where he himself became the replica of his boss, no longer the innocent Orthodox wonder that was built up, no longer shielded by the golden horde. He had become the terrorizing man that would bend somebody until they snapped if they gave him a wrong look. He knows that he cannot blame his own physical and mental abuse on the fact that he had physically and mentally abused others, especially Lithuania, but he can sure as hell apologize. Though, when Lithuania looks at him and flinches, the same Lithuania that had taken down Prussia and other powerhouse Germanic states, and stumbles over a quick, “It’s alright!”, he knows it isn’t. He wishes that he had never been so susceptible to his own trauma, that he could’ve gone on a track to gory like everyone else instead of a crash into years of financial, emotional, crippling hell.