People fight for what they believe in.
We have opinions.
We have our ideas.

Often it ends in a fight.

Those who never think the same.
Are attacked by groups of people.
Those people think they have the right side.
They chose right.

People's eyes are twisted.

Both sides attack for what they think is right.

Manipulation at its finest.

Napoleon and his wars were what he thought was best.

Hitler and his Final Solution thought he could save the day.

The Allies with their wall of iron thought they had it right.

Many wars on and on, all with bloody pasts.

And here we are, another war, with sides warring for their ideas.

Blood hidden by Ideas we think are right.

Gruesome attacks on our sight.

All for our ideas.

War never changes.
It's always for ideas and thoughts.
One side is worse than the other.
Wether it be fought with bullets or arrows.
Invasions or not.
One side thinks they are doing a favor.
The other just the same.

War is a terrible thing.
How it unites people I have no idea.

Where is pride in slaughter?

Where is joy in fighting?

Where is equality in suffering?

Where is patriotism in pain?

Where is strength in starving?

Where is a winner in death?

It's hard to judge a winner of war.
For a side who lost their people.
Hard times are none to be fluffed on.
How can we love the wars of death and pain.
Who is a winner in war.
Tell me.
How do you win war?

You can't.

Nobody comes out unscathed.

Never is there a winner at war.

Only is there a last one standing.

This is the prologue to my new book that is coming out, War of Worlds. It's a Hetalia fanfiction. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

~FlyandFall