New Zealand through away the newspaper she was reading with disgust. 'Honestly,' she thought as she looked outside her window. 'You'd think they all would've learned from the last two wars. But no, they have to fight. They have to fight...' "Before long Arthur's going to join in, and as always, I'll be expected to follow him like a loyal little lap dog." New Zealand clenched her fists. If she was entirely honest, she hated being seen as Arthur's 'lap dog' as she put it. She had grown quite a bit since the last two world wars. Gallipoli and Greece had toughened her up. She hmphed. "Well, we'll see about that. As far I'm concerened, this war has nothing to do with my country. But the second the bomb drop...b*tch, it's on."