[ WP ] The Roman and Aztec Empires covering all of Europe and North America respectively have survived into the Modern era . Now at war write from the perspective of one of the troops on the ground

Carlos sipped a beer. The white man who had served it to him scuttled quickly behind the counter, like a weak little mouse. The whites may have had rights now, but they still spoke Nahuatl or Pipil and tended to stay in their own communities, away from the intimidatingly superior Aztecs. 
 
 Carlos' friend, Sitting Bear, was doing his namesake proud: his chubby bottom on the barstool, nursing a pint. `` So. Got called again for duty, Losi?'' 
 
 
 `` Yeah.'' Carlos sighed. You'd think that the Roman would give up, but they did n't. `` You could come with me, you know.'' Carlos suggested. 
 
 
 `` Nah man.'' Sitting Bear sighed. `` I'm a History Teacher, not a soldier like you. Someone's got ta teach the runts about how Pocahontas stabbed Lewis and Clark or when the first Incan president was elected. Plus, have you seen my gut?'' 
 
 
 Carlos chuckled. `` I'm glad the Aztecs were chill with the Cherokee. Life would n't be the same without your people's sense of humor.'' 
 
 
 `` Yeah, our spirit animal is George Lopez.'' Sitting Bear chucked. `` Or beer.'' he looked at his glass rather fondly. 
 
 
 
'W... what was the war like?'' the meek bartender pipped up. Luckily, Carlos considered the whites their equals, and he responded in a friendly fashion. 
 
 
 `` Well, legions of Romans were charging at us with their SPQR guns.'' I remembered, almost hearing the gunfire. `` I was young, stupid. Thought because I was a Jaguar warrior bullets would n't touch me. But when the gods get to killing, they do n't save anybody from bullets.'' 
 
 
 The man nodded, fascinated. Usually, the media blows Jaguar warriors out of disproportion, making movies to us detailing how we ride avatars of Quetzcoatl into battle and Mayahuel fucks us if we win a battle. 
 
 
 `` But one day, I was taking out some guys when I happened upon a Praetor.'' I continued. 
 
 
 The bartender and Sitting Bear gasped. `` You fought a motherfucking Praetor? And lived?'' S.B. asked. 
 
 
 `` Ha! Barely. The old man had sure earned his position. Gave me quite the thrashing. If it were n't for that Priest of Jupiter coming out and begging us to stop.....'' I contemplated how my life would have ended. 
 
 
 `` So you guys just stopped fighting?'' the bartender asked, feeling comfortable enough to sit and talk. 
 
 
 `` Yup.'' I nodded. `` It was one of the last battles of the Second Empire War, and we all decided that we were n't going to go down for a war that was already over.'' 
 
 
 Sitting Bear put his drink down. `` So this is the Third Empire war, eh?'' he asked. 
 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 
 `` Who do you think will win?'' 
 
 
 `` Dunno. There are entire cohorts lining up to fight. Whoever wins is gon na come out with a lot of scars.'' 
 
 
 `` War,'' the timid man stated `` Is a terrible thing. I wish both sides could let go of their pride.'' 
 
 
 I just nooded, my mood darkening. `` I think I should go home and see my wife.'' I slapped a few cacao beans down on the table, and got up to leave. 
 
 
 `` Carlos.'' The bartender called to me. I stopped to look at him.'' `` May God protect you.'' 
 
 
 I chuckled at the monotheistic man. `` I think I'm gon na need more than one to win this war.''
