Date: 1947

Pearl Harbor.

The waves slowly crashed against the shores of the harbor as Tojo and Clark sat on top of a hill. There eyes were fixed on the harbor ahead, the memories of the attack still imprinted on their minds. In the distance several female voices where heard and the two men looked to see their wives along with Johnathan's mother cheering on Benjamin and Johnathan's dad in their lawn dart game.

Tojo: Sure is peaceful.

Clark nodded as he laid back onto the grass. It was days like these when he, Tojo, and Johnathan would do a whole slew of pranks and tricks on the soldiers stationed on the base. However all he could think of was how Johnathan was gone. Every trick and prank simply brought back more memories that only retold the same information.

Clark: Johnathan would have loved this.

Tojo: Yeah....

The two continued to stare into the harbor when they soon heard the sound of feet on grass. Clark sighed and slightly turned his head towards the noise.

Clark: I will join you soon honey, just a few more minutes.

???: Now that's something I would never thought I hear.

The two boys eye's widened as they quickly scampered up. They turned around to see Johnathan, his military uniform nice and pressed with his head still in a military buzzcut. A smile was on his face as the two friends soon put a hand on their comrades shoulders.

Clark: H-Holy sh*t....

Tojo: Johnathan? Is it really you?

The man nodded and the two other men quickly turned to the still competing duo and their spectators with excitement. Their hands went off of Johnathan's shoulders to try and call the group however suddenly a thump is heard from behind them. The two men quickly turned again however this time, all they saw was empty air. The grass stood upright, symbolizing that no one has been their. However on top of the grass was a small shine which Clark went over and picked it up. He soon held it up, only to have his eyes widened once again. In his hand were dog tags, and on the tags where words that seemed to be etched on their by a knife. It read "Mathew 5:9 "Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons of god"". Clark and Tojo simply couldn't believe it, but they knew who the tag belonged to as the wind blew and a single navy plane soon passed by overhead.

Hiroshima.

The city was desolate, the streets were bear as the smell of rotten and burnt flesh hung in the air. However the silence was broken by the scamper of feet, as a little boy soon ran through the baked streets of the former city. He soon came to a house, its walls collapsed in and roof ripped apart however all around it were items strewn across the street. The boy quickly began to rummage through the house, looking for anything to sustain himself with as the city didn't provide any other kinds of food since the supplies stopped coming in and the area was still dangerous for him to leave. He soon spotted a small box and he quickly ran to it to see it was a ration kit of some sorts. His eyes were wide with happy greed as he soon tried to pry the box out of it's wedge however he was soon met with the sound of a hiss. He quickly turned to see a large rat, its mouth red with blood and its eyes staring hungrily at him. Suddenly the rat lunged and the boy raised his hands to defend himself however before he could throw a punch a flash of steel quickly cut the rat in two. The body parts soon slapped against the boy who quickly brushed them off as he looked to his savior. He was surprised to see a boy in an Imperial Army uniform, the sword in his hand strangely shattered. The soldier retracted his sword and looked at the boy, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Kaito: Are you ok?

The boy nodded and the soldier smiled before then stepping forward and yanking the ration kit out from the wedge. The boy quickly scampered to it and checked if it was still safe to eat. When he confirmed it was he turned to thank the stranger however when he did he only saw the street behind him. No footsteps were heard and there was no sign of anyone in the area expect for the boys own footsteps. However behind him where the soldier once stood, the boy spotted a katana. He slowly picked it up and unsheathed it, its broken blade was blunted however the boy knew a blunted weapon was better then none at all. However as he carried the sword and ration kit a single question was still in his head. Who was that soldier?

Berlin.

The streets of the capitol was bustling as always as families went each way to pick through the rubble of their former homes. In the middle of the crowd stood a little girl, her arm hooked around her mothers arm as they and a man with no right leg slowly made their way through the sea of people. The current was fast as many simply pushed past each other to get to their destination and the little girls began to cling tighter to her mother.

Karl's mom: Stay close Anna.

Anna nodded and soon the current of people got worst. The constant stream of bodies continued to pound past Anna and her mother as they continued on their way through the streets. Suddenly a yank was felt on Anna's foot and soon her grip failed as she soon tripped on the ground, before quickly getting back up, narrowly being trampled. Her eyes quickly darted around as the swarm of people continued on their way. Suddenly a hand clapped on her shoulder and Anna quickly jumped before almost letting out a scream. However it soon died on her lips as she turned around to see a soldier in a tattered uniform, his eyes and hair looking like her own.

Karl: Come on Anna, don't be afraid.

Anna didn't know why the soldier knew her name but she somehow felt a sense of safety when he picked her up onto his shoulder and began to carry her. Her eyes began to scan to surrounding area and soon spotting her parents who were currently panicking at a nearby fountain. She soon pointed to where they were and the soldier nodded, soon picking up the pace before suddenly stopping just before the fountain and letting Anna down to the ground.

Karl: This is where we part. Be safe, ok?

Anna: O-Ok. Thank you very much sir.

Karl: It's alright.....

Anna began to turn around however she suddenly heard the soldier speak again. And the words that he said made her jump.

Karl:......sister...

Anna quickly spun around in shock, however her eyes soon fell on nothing but the swirling crowd that she came from. Her confusion was immense however it was quickly interrupted by the shout and quick hug from her mother who began to thank god for helping her come back to him. But Anna couldn't think as the group continued on their journey through the streets of Berlin. Her thoughts where still on the soldier who claimed to be her brother, a thought she confirmed herself to ask her mother at the dinner table tonight.

London.

The cemetery was quiet as always with the pattering London rain accompanying John's mother as she went through the aisles of gravestones and plaques that dotted the green field. She soon turned a corner to the row which holds her dear family at rest when she spotted a strange man standing at her grave sight. He was wearing a military uniform, however his face was covered by the collar of his shirt. He was mumbling something under his breath as he stared intently at the names on the grave marker. John's mother guessed he was war fatigued, many men who came back from the war had similar symptoms. However despite this something felt different about this one man that she couldn't put her finger on.

John's Mom: Uhm, excuse me sir?

The man stopped his rambling and turned to meet John's mom. The older women immediately noticed striking similarities between the man and her memories of one of the names on the gravestone. However she knew she was growing old and she has mistaken other young men for her sons in her grief at their demise. Still, it was nice to see a face that was close to one of her own and she opened her arms in an attempt to maybe help his and her own pain. The man stumbled forwards and reciprocated her embrace, the rain still slowly landing on both of their heads and shoulders. They held the hug for what John's mother thought was the nicest moments she had felt in a while and soon the two parted as John's mother nodded to the man and began to walk to the gravestone once again to say her blessings.

John:....thank you....and......sorry...mom..

John's mother stopped in her tracks and whirled around, however she was soon greeted by empty air as shock was drawn all over her face. Her eyes went from the empty air, to the grave stone, then back. She blinked and shook her head thinking it was a dream, however her arms still had the warmth of the embrace and she soon placed down her flowers and began to say a prayer, thanking god for giving her the chance to see one of her sons one last time.

Moscow.

The slow chords of Kalinka filled the bar as Nicoli took another shot of vodka to the throat. He didn't know how many shots he took nor the time he spent in this bar after the war ended however he didn't care. Another tap of the shot glass, another pour of vodka, and another shot went down. Nicoli knows he's drunk, but it was a feeling that he come to enjoy between the long work hours on what's left of the work that needs to be done for pretty much his entire families' funeral.

Nicoli continued to mumble in a drunken trance as he asked for another shot. However when he was about to take it down a large hand soon patted on his shoulder. He stopped and put the shot down before turning around. His eyes widened with shock at the sight however he knew he was drink so he didn't believe his eyes. Still, it was a nice drunken dream so he played along.

Nicoli: Hello brother, how are you?

Dimitri: Fine brother, but it seems you had too much to drink.

Nicoli: Well you know what they say, give a Russian a potato, he lasts for two days. Give a Russian Vodka and he will last an eternity!

Dimitri: No one has ever said that.

Nicoli: Yes they had, it was me.

Nicoli laughed at his own joke as Dimitri chuckled, soon pulling out a chair next to his brother and calling for a shot as well. Soon the two had a shot in their hand and Dimitri raised his shot to which Nicoli soon followed.

Dimitri: To the motherland.

Nicoli: To the motherland.

Nicoli took his shot however when he looked back down to where Dimitri was, he was gone. Instead in his place on the table was a small Red Army medallion and as Nicoli took it, he smiled. It may have been just a drunken dream, but it was one that Nicoli wished could play again.

Rome.

The sound of soft singing and the shuffle of bread on board was heard as a young Italian women quickly put out another loaf of bread from the oven. Her dark hair was tied up in a bun as an older man continued to kneed the dough. His form was strong despite his lack of height in a wheel chair and he smiled as he passed the young women the dough.

Giovanni's dad: You are doing a wonderful job, thank you.

The younger women smiled and nodded before soon putting the dough into the oven. A clap from her hand signaled she was almost done for the day when she soon began to sniffle a bit from the flour.

Women: If it's ok sir, I would like to go outside for some air.

Mr. Rossie: Of course.

The younger women nodded and soon left the bakery and stretched her arms out. The streets of the Eternal City were quiet that day except for one man that the women soon distinguished as a soldier. He was walking slowly with a slight sway when he suddenly stopped in front of the bakery. It was only then that the women noted how young he was, however she didn't have a lot of time to look at the soldier as he soon went inside the shop. The women was puzzled but she wasn't concerned, soldiers are often customers and customers are good. She continued to breath in the fresh air for a few more minutes before soon returning back to the bakery. She however was confused when the soldier was no where to be seen inside the waiting area and even more so when she soon saw Mr. Rossie at a table, the soft sound of crying coming from his lips.

Women: Are you ok Mr. Rossie? Did the soldier hurt you?

Mr. Rossie shook his head as the women soon came by his side. Her eyes soon was drawn to a photo in the older man's hands, a photo of a family that the women was familiar with whenever she accompanied the man to the graves. However what shocked her was one specific person in the photo, it was a boy that she soon realized she saw earlier. The man smiled and soon pulled out a small medallion with the Italian Army logo emblazed on it and smiled.

Mr. Rossie: We don't have to worry about the one's we lost, they are ok.

The women was puzzled at first however she soon realized what the older man means and nodded before soon softly pulling his wheelchair to the table where they began to make bread once again.

Azur Lane Base. Present time.

The flash soon stopped and the sound of flesh and metal on stone was heard throughout the base as the combined Azur Lane and Crimson Axis ships soon plopped on the ground. The sirens that were held captive soon tried to escape however they were soon stopped and detained. As many of the ship girls began to recover from their fall they soon realized that they were missing some people. It was then a huge rift opened from the sky and soon the boys landed on the island as well. No one asked what took them the extra time after everything they saw however as the newly reunited alliance began to go back to their normal lives the fact of the matter is this is their new life and for many they smiled at this. As Kaito and Takao sparred, Dimitri and the Cleveland sister played cards, John having tea with Hood and Bismarck, Karl along with Giovanni helping in the kitchen with the maids, and Johnathan helping Enterprise set up her new role as commander of the base they all looked forwards to their new lives with their new families in a world other than their own.