AN: This started off as a rewrite of my two stories Star vs the Allied Forces and Blooming Poppies so that's why this has a similar beginning. Also there's a technical difficulty with me uploading images. Please tell me if you can see an image other than the default on my story.

Chapter One: Responsibility of your actions.

In the administrative quarters of the HMS Rodney, Admiral Fredrick Hamilton was greeted by two people. One of them saluted.

"Ah, this must be one of the new recruits!"

"I assume so, Captain. But he's a bit young."

"Fourteen year olds fought in the First World War. So, are you a recruit?"

"No…" Marco was extremely nervous. It was his first time travelling time, and he was already meddling with historical events.

"Excuse me?"

"I- I'm not a soldier."

"So… you're a stowaway?"

"I guess."

The captain was surprised at how quickly he confessed. "Recruit, take him to the hold. An officer will come and decide what to do with him."

"Yes, sir." The recruit harshly grabbed Marco's arm and started towards the hold.

Marco, barely keeping up, asked a few questions to lighten the mood "What's the hold?"

"Storage."

"Could you not grab so hard?"

"No."

After some thought, Marco decided not to interfere with the past anymore than he had to.

They turned hall after hall, the white paint overlapping even the pipes. Push past soldiers carrying a variety of crates made the halls feel cramped. But after passing countless corners and doors, they made it to the storage.

The recruit handcuffed him to a pipe and said "Officer will come along soon. Stay here." And left.

After he was sufficiently far, Marco stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out his time machine. He had used it to go back to this year, 1941, to try and see his great grandparents as kids. It was a metal cube with an analog screen in the middle and knobs on every conceivable surface. Marco adjusted them at random until the screen in the middle stated the present and his home address. He immediately pressed the biggest button on the machine and left the past.

Appearing in a hidden corner of a town, Marco looked around for some familiar landmarks of his neighborhood. Walking through the moonlit square, it was completely different from his hometown.

"I adjusted where I would be teleported this time…" Looking around, he was in some sort of town center, with shops lining the streets the only light was coming from a television shop and a library.

It's TVs were on display showing the news. Something about Europe, when Something caught Marco's eye. The borders were wrong. Germany was a bit too big, France was a bit too small, and Russia was a bit too non-existent.

"Weird…" Subconsciously, he already knew what happened. How many movies had this exact premise? But he needed more proof.

Across the street was the library. If what Marco thought was true, the library would have a book on it. Thankfully it was open 24/7. Entering it there was a large American flag pinned up on the wall. At least he didn't affect America too much. He went to the help desk.

"Excuse me, do you have a world map?"

"Yeah, behind the education section."

"Thank you."

As he approached the map, he kept his eyes on North America. Afraid to look at Europe, or anywhere else for that matter. Afraid to confirm what he already knew in his heart. But as he stood, the map now inches from him, it was unavoidable. Slowly prying his eyes from North America, he took in the world.

Germany had territories in Northern France and Africa. It was clear that his presence had somehow made the Axis win. For a few seconds, the sheer shock had made his mind blank. Then, a million thoughts attacked him. He was only there for an hour or two so how did he affect it this much? How many soldiers had died? Was… was the final solution executed?

Then, like a scratch on a new table, one thought broke through the rest.

"Dang, I've gotta fix this."