Author Note: Qwertymalcolm67 requests this story which takes place in WWII era in which US troops get struck in Eostia. I decided to take his request because I find it interesting on what happens if Eostia encounters US troops.

Disclaimer: I do not own COH or Kuroinu as they belong to their respectful owner.

WARNING! A lot of blood, gore and extreme violent accompany with a lot of vulgar sweet language.

Chapter 1: Getting lost?

12 August 1944

0600 hrs

Mayenne, France

"Hey wake up darkies, we are going off for breakfast." One fair-skin soldier said to another soldier in the sleeping tent with some racial code.

"Ah fuck me." One of the medium-brown skin with a semi-muscular soldier woke up in a sleepy tone.

"Deal with it. At least, I wake you for breakfast, pal. You are lucky to get enlisted in the US army. Malcolm. Hahaha." A fair-skin soldier laughed at Malcolm before he left.

PFC Malcolm Douglas is annoyed for his platoon mate to call him. He hated that code "darkies" but he still remembers his black infantry from his training camp told him that he should thrive off and stay strong. He gets up and dresses up in US standard uniform. Hopefully, he gets in line for his breakfast.

Unfortunately, that not one of his day. A long line of people get in line for the shelter mess hall are getting their breakfast.

'Ah shit! One of those fucking day.' Malcolm blaming him for bad luck.

Half an hour later

Shelter Mess Hall

"You got to be kidding me." Malcolm is shocked to see there are not much food left in the mess hall.

Malcolm get whatever the food that army chef offer him. In his tray, a slice of bread, a little portion of meat and vegetable and a small bottle of milk. He still needs to find a place to eat but it overpacks with soldiers in the mess. Malcolm sweatdrop at them. He had no choice but to go outside and eat his breakfast.

Before Malcolm sit outside, someone called him.

"Hey, Malcolm." One soldier calls his name. He appeared to be in his thirties, light brown skinned, an average height and body build. He is wearing the USA standard uniform and a cap on his head.

Malcolm knew that person. "What up, Alex," Malcolm replied with a wave as well. Staff Sgt Alex Hawkin is the tank commander of the 'wingman' of M4 'Crocodile' Sherman and part of the Iron Company of the 288th Tank Destroyer Battalion.

"Ha. Getting lonely? Hey, come here in our 'area'. Better than sit outside." Alex offering to sit in their 'area'.

"Ya. Ok then." Malcolm accepts Alex's offering and following him.

A few minutes later

Secret area

That secret area is a small area that fitted for a hundred people. Fortunately, it is not crowded. The tables and chair are in interior quality but at least it won't fall very quickly with a few fixing. Most of them are range from light brown to dark skin people in it having their breakfast and chit-chat like regular people.

"Hey, Alex and Malcolm." The man on the left wave at them. There are two people in sitting on the 'worn off' table. The left is in the fifties, dark-brown skin and well-bodied appearance. The right is in the late forties, medium-brown skin and same build as PFC Malcolm.

"Yes, Sir! Captain Luke and Major Wilson." Both Malcolm and Alex salute to both of them sitting down.

"Woah. Spare the formality. We are having a great breakfast today. Have a seat." Captain Luke replied informality.

"Yes, Sir." Both of them replied.

Captain Luke.D. Lawson is an overall commander of the Iron Company of the Armor Division while Major Wilson Hill is an Acting commander of the 288th Battalion. Usually, an overall commander is a Lt. Colonel. A few days ago, the overall commander got killed by a German sniper while on route to Mayenne. Major Wilson Hill is selected for an Acting Commander until the new replacement. Majority of the officers are not happy to see him commanding the 288th Battalion because of his skin color. General Courtney Hicks Hodges of the Third Army reminded all commander officers to respect the highest rank authority regardless of their racial issue.

"Do you have any cigarettes? Can trade with chocolate bars?" Luke asked Malcolm.

"Yup. 3 pack of Chelsea unopened packs with me." Malcolm replied about his spare cigarettes.

"Nice. I trade with 3 chocolate bars. I am not a sweet tooth myself."

"Thanks. Sir." Malcolm accepts Luke's trade. Both of them trade their items.

"I wish we have more variety of cigarettes brands in our ration. Well, Chester is good but a variety will be much better." Luke complained about Chelsea brand cigarettes as the only brand in every K-ration.

"For me, it is too strong from my taste. I smoked a bit if I feel down."

Another soldier appears in the secret 'area'. He appears to be fair skin, brown hair, a slightly small build, and blue eyes. He appears to carry a box filled with bottles.

"Hi. Sir." The soldier said to the group of four.

"Hi. What do you carry this box? Corporal Joesph." Wilson wondering what Joesph is carrying.

"Well. Sir. Fresh Coco-Cola in the box." Joseph replied.

"Sweet. My favorite drink." Malcolm replied hinting his favorite drink to lighten up his gloomy mood.

"Help yourself. Oh, Luke. I brought your favorite pack from Camel." Joesph passes Camel cigarette box to Luke.

"Thanks. Joseph. Finally some variety." Luke is glad to have a different brand.

"Hahaha." Wilson laughed at Luke's comment.

"By the way, we are leaving in three hours. We will be facing the Seventh Army of the German force. Hopefully, we will stay alive until the end. If not, God bless any Americans. I will see you." Wilson replied in a sad smile, rose his chair and left the area.

"Well, make full use of it. By the way, here your letter from your home, Malcolm." Joesph passes Malcolm with the sealed envelope.

"Thank, Joesph." Malcolm thanked him and received his letter.

"No problem. I will be getting leaving now." Joesph replied and left the secret 'area'.

Malcolm helped himself by taking four bottles of Coco-cola and three chocolate bars put it in his bag. He took his tray and said: "Well, I got to go back to my tentage and I see you later." He waves goodbye to Alex and Luke.

Two hours later

Tentage

After he had packed up, he took his time to read the letter. Its letter read as follows:

'Dear Malcolm,

How are you, my son? Do you get along with your platoon squad? It is very tough out there especially our skin color but you have to stay strong and I knew that you can. Don't worry about your siblings. Both your brother, Chester, and Buddy are working in the can manufacturing company while your sister, Diana work as a part-time nurse.

They made a decent salary and their working condition are consider 'bearable'. As for me, I am doing fine although I am taking an extended leave for work as your siblings are working. My doctor told me that I am suffering from early stage of tuberculosis and require a lot of money from the medical bill. But you are very precious to me. Your sibling misses you when you go to war. I hope the war end soon and stay safe my son. I will welcome you back in New Jersey.

Sincerely

Your mother.'

Malcolm wanted to shed some tears but could not. His mother told me that real man doesn't cry. It is a rule of steel. Malcolm's father died of an accident during work when he is six years old. Worse still, 'The Great Depression' hit the American's economy very hard occur at the same time as his father's death.

Her widow mother had tried the best to provide food for her four children. She had two jobs. One is a part-time factory worker at daytime and cashier at night time. Despite she tied to two jobs, she does not complain and more concern about her children's well-being. Her siblings have grown up and had jobs which will support financially for her mother's health.

Malcolm relived about it. Still, he is not sure whether he should continue serving his army after the war. Getting to the army is not easy to be the recruit in. Primarily there are some racial issues. He is fortunate that he is in Eagle Company consist of entire black infantry.

As time pass, more of the soldiers are dying, and the lack of white people, some of the infantry from Eagle Company goes to other company to refill their ranks. Malcolm was one of them. His company is Jade and his platoon is mostly white except Malcolm. He being bullied quite numerous times but he endured to this day. He hopes to end racial tensions in the military since both races are fighting for the right causes.

"HEY, MALCOLM. HURRY UP. WE HAVE TO DRAW OUR ARMS NOW." One of his platoons shouted to Malcolm.

Malcolm shook his thought and replied: "I will be in there."

He quickly packs up and follows his platoon mates.

An hour later

Assemble area

All the of the army personnel from each company, platoon, and the squad are assembled in the area.

Major Wilson is waiting for all the officers to count their men. Four of the company officers reported to Major Wilson. Except for Luke, all three of them are fair skin.

"Report." Major Wilson said.

"Captain Luke.D. Lawson of the Iron Company. All men are assembled and waiting for your order."

"Captain Micheal White of the Jade Company. All men are assembled and waiting for your order."

"Captain Thomas Kingston of the King Company. All men are assembled and waiting for your order."

"Captain James.T. Howard of the Lion Company. All men are assembled and waiting for your order."

All of the four company commander salute to Major Wilson. Iron and King are armor company while Jade and Lion are infantry company.

"Good." He salutes to them back.

Wilson turns to the fully assemble men of the battalion and give his speeches.

"All right, men. This is it. We have gone to hell through the bullet barrage of the Normandy beach, gone through the maze of France and survive ambush of hedge road country. We had come to the start liberating of our allies capital, Paris. There is one obstruction left to ensure the end of the war. Over there in three hours time, we will be facing the German Seventh Army. They are defending the Falaise region and it is the last stronghold. Give them hell. Onward to victory for the USA."

All of the battalion men are cheering and applauding that the war will be ending soon.

"LET MOVE OUT MEN. VICTORY TO US FORCES." Wilson issued an order for the whole battalion to move out. All of them quickly get into their vehicles and start heading out.

One hour later

Halfway to Falaise

All of the vehicles are lined in single-line formation. Major Wilson noticed there is a forest with some misty surrounding. Wilson recalled there is no forest along the path.

"Can you pass me a map?" Wilson asked his subordinate.

"Here the map." His subordinate passed the map to Wilson.

Wilson is right about his deduction. There is no forest along the path. He halts his troops and immediate radio contact to General Courtney Hicks about whether to proceed.

[This is Major Wilson from 288th Battalion to General Courtney Hicks. There is something wrong with the location. Should I have to proceed with it or make a detour, Sir?]

[Postive. Please proceed. All the army division have already contacted the German forces. We need every soldier to engage these scum right now.] General Courtney Hick replied in the demanding tone.

[Understood, Sir.]

Wilson has no choice but issues an order the whole battalion to proceed through the forest in a single line formation. Little they know that they had traveled to another world.

Two hours later

In the middle of the forest

"What the fuck? Where the hell are we?" The confused and frustrated Wilson as they are entirely lost in the forest for almost two hours.

Well, this is it. Firstly, this chapter is short for about 2K words. This is mostly the US forces had entered through the Eostia world. Next chapter will be longer with some action, gore and adult theme. I see you later. Peace out.