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The rain fell from the darkened clouds up above. The sounds of gunshots filled the air, and mother and child both shuddered. More than once, an innocent person was shot and killed, both on the English side and American side. This only made the war more intense. America gripped his rifle as the rain dripped down his cheeks. He took off his glasses, hastily wiped them on his coat, and sighed.
"How did it come to this?" He asked himself.
He and England used to be so close, and somehow, it just crumbled away in what seemed like seconds. Was it possible for a friendship to just disintegrate so easily? America wiped the rain and sweat away from his brow. He continued to walk with his troops standing behind him. He didn't care; if England wasn't willing to give him independence, then he was no friend of his.
England's eyes shifted frantically as he walked through the rain. He would be aware of any attacks from any one from America's team.
"Damn it," he muttered. "If that dumbass America thinks he's going to get independence from me, he's got another thing coming."
"England," a troop asked. "Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine. Just do your job, and keep a look out."
"England, I don't know what's wrong, but don't keep it from us."
"I said I'm fine!" England snapped. "Do your job, or I'll be forced to turn this rifle on you!" His troops shrank back, and just followed orders. "I can't wait until this war is over. I'm going to celebrate with a bottle of rum." He continued to walk further, keeping his eyes moving.
"Let's just hope you don't get too drunk," a voice said, causing England to jump up and point his gun at the figure.
"France? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Can't I say hello to a friend?"
"You're no friend of mine, you horny pervert. If you're on America's side, I'll be forced to kill you."
"Hmm…" France thought about it. "Being killed by you, Mon Cherrie, doesn't seem so bad." He stroked England's cheek and smiled. England smacked his hand away.
"Don't touch me."
"Alright, you don't need to take your sexual frustrations on me, England. I know you're dying to take them out on America."
SMACK
"Don't talk about him!" England yelled. "He's nothing but a low-life idiot."
"I agree with you about that. His life revolves around hamburgers and video games."
"What about yours?"
"My life? Oh ho ho~! Oh, you don't have to know about that." He giggled, turning around, and skipping away with his coat flowing behind him. England stared after him for a few minutes before leaving off to find America.
And then it happened. They met face to face. America looked so different than he usually did; his usual cheerful, clueless face was somber and serious. England was taken by surprise by his expression, but he paid no attention to it, and held his rifle.
America approached him. "England, I don't want to do this, but you leave me no choice."
"You leave me no choice, America," England replied.
"I want independence."
"But why? Didn't I do a good job with raising you? Didn't you like being my friend?"
America sighed and glanced away. "Well, yeah, but do you honestly think I would want to depend on you my entire life?"
"I thought you would. You're so clueless; I expected if you tried to take matters in your hands, you would die in like two seconds."
"Have a little faith in me, would you?" America smiled slightly.
"Sorry, that's impossible."
America kept silent; the rain continued to fall. It seemed like it matched both of their moods; each was battling themselves inside as well as each other. It felt horrible.
"Bonjour, all!" France yelled, skipping in middle of them.
"France?" America asked. "Whoa, what happened to your face?" He pointed to the red mark on France's right cheek. France flushed, and put his fingers to the mark; he smiled.
"I was flirting with some chick over there. Got a little too close, so she smacked me. But…" He winked. "You know she wanted me."
"…… No comment," England sighed. "And that's not what happened!"
"What do you want me to say? That you slapped me because I pointed out that you wanted to release sexual frustrations on America?"
"Ahhh! SHUT UP!" England yelled, turning bright red. "You horny Frenchmen, I don't want that at all! You're the one who said it."
"I say it because it is true," France said. "Though," he sighed. "I feel sad that you do not wish to be with me instead of that clueless idiot over there."
"Hey!" America shouted. "I'm standing right here!"
France giggled and jumped up. He ran in a circle for no reason at all. Just because he felt like it.
"Well," he yelled with a smile. "I'll leave ya to it!" And again, he ran off, giggling as he did so. The troops from the British and American side look at France with confusion. It was until England snapped at them that they turned their attention back to the war, and back to the two rivals.
"Pay no attention to what that idiot France was saying," England said.
"I'll try not to," America replied, taking a step forward with his rifle in his hand. "Now, I'm going to ask you one more time, give me independence."
"I would rather die."
"Then, you know what's going to happen."
"I won't be the one dying here tonight, Alfred." England gripped his rifle, stepping toward his former friend. He raised his weapon and pointed it at America, who returned the favor with a look of pure horror on his face; he didn't want to do it, but he had to. He had no choice. "I'm sorry."
"Arthur, this is the end," America said.
England's hands trembled, and the gun dropped onto the muddy ground. It splattered mud onto his white pants.
"I can't…" He dropped to the ground, in tears. "I can't do it, Alfred. I just…" `
"Arthur…" America dropped his gun as well. He knelt down beside England. The unexpected happened. England grabbed his collar and pulled him to him, forcing their lips to meet.
"WHAT THE HELL?" France yelled, jumping from the sky. "Iggy, how could you?" England blushed, pushing America away. "I thought we had something!"
"STFU."
"SACRE BLU!" France pushed America out of the way, and kissed England. "There! Aren't I the better kisser?"
"No."
"……. Fine…. I guess…. I'll go find a different country," France sighed, walking away. England sighed, following him. He put his hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay, France?" He asked. France turned around with a big smile.
"Yeah, I don't really care! I'm France! I get to molest all the countries!"
"…. Okay, then."
"Good luck to the both of you!" France cheered, running off once more.
"I'll be freaked out if he comes out of the ground next," America commented. France popped out of the ground. "AH, WTF?!"
"Bonjour! Goodbye!" He went back into the ground.
America slipped his hand into England's, and smiled.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Me too."
England kissed America on the cheek, and they hoped they would never have to relive a horrible incident like this again.
THEN, THE WAR OF 1812.
"Damn it," England growled. "Again?!"
"It seems like it," America replied.
France popped out of a bush. "Kiss again!"
America rubbed his eyes. He had that dream again. It seemed like it never happened, though. England didn't give him the time of day anymore, and they were constantly fighting.
"Get your ass in here!" England yelled.
"What the hell do you want, drunky?" America yelled back.
"Did you forget the meeting again?"
"Maybeeee~"
England Face Palm
"Let's have some dumplings!" China yelled, holding out a bowl of multicolored dumplings.
"Give me vodka, please," Russia spoke up.
"We don't need any alcohol!" England screamed.
"GIVE. ME. VODKA." A purple aura surrounded Russia, and his eyes turned red. China handed him a bottle of vodka. "Thank you."
"You need some alcohol," France replied. "You need to lighten up a little."
"Shut up, hooker," England scoffed. He began to walk toward his seat, when France put out his leg, causing him to trip, and land on top of America, which resulted in an accidental kiss.
"Oh ho ho ho ho!"
"What the hell' you frog?!?!?!?!?!"
"E-England?"
"What?!?!?!"
America turned red. "C-check where your hand is."
France held in a laugh. "England, you perv! Molesting innocent countries……. You said I was bad!!!!"
"Florida's been invaded~!!!!!!" China sang.
"I never knew that France influenced you, England." Russia laughed.
"Sorry, America!" England jumped up and ran out of the room. France laughed.

Description
The rain fell from the darkened clouds up above. The sounds of gunshots filled the air, and mother and child both shuddered. More than once, an innocent person was shot and killed, both on the English side and American side. This only made the war more intense. America gripped his rifle as the rain dripped down his cheeks. He took off his glasses, hastily wiped them on his coat, and sighed.
"How did it come to this?" He asked himself.
He and England used to be so close, and somehow, it just crumbled away in what seemed like seconds. Was it possible for a friendship to just disintegrate so easily? America wiped the rain and sweat away from his brow. He continued to walk with his troops standing behind him. He didn't care; if England wasn't willing to give him independence, then he was no friend of his.
England's eyes shifted frantically as he walked through the rain. He would be aware of any attacks from any one from America's team.
"Damn it," he muttered. "If that dumbass America thinks he's going to get independence from me, he's got another thing coming."
"England," a troop asked. "Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine. Just do your job, and keep a look out."
"England, I don't know what's wrong, but don't keep it from us."
"I said I'm fine!" England snapped. "Do your job, or I'll be forced to turn this rifle on you!" His troops shrank back, and just followed orders. "I can't wait until this war is over. I'm going to celebrate with a bottle of rum." He continued to walk further, keeping his eyes moving.
"Let's just hope you don't get too drunk," a voice said, causing England to jump up and point his gun at the figure.
"France? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Can't I say hello to a friend?"
"You're no friend of mine, you horny pervert. If you're on America's side, I'll be forced to kill you."
"Hmm…" France thought about it. "Being killed by you, Mon Cherrie, doesn't seem so bad." He stroked England's cheek and smiled. England smacked his hand away.
"Don't touch me."
"Alright, you don't need to take your sexual frustrations on me, England. I know you're dying to take them out on America."
SMACK
"Don't talk about him!" England yelled. "He's nothing but a low-life idiot."
"I agree with you about that. His life revolves around hamburgers and video games."
"What about yours?"
"My life? Oh ho ho~! Oh, you don't have to know about that." He giggled, turning around, and skipping away with his coat flowing behind him. England stared after him for a few minutes before leaving off to find America.
And then it happened. They met face to face. America looked so different than he usually did; his usual cheerful, clueless face was somber and serious. England was taken by surprise by his expression, but he paid no attention to it, and held his rifle.
America approached him. "England, I don't want to do this, but you leave me no choice."
"You leave me no choice, America," England replied.
"I want independence."
"But why? Didn't I do a good job with raising you? Didn't you like being my friend?"
America sighed and glanced away. "Well, yeah, but do you honestly think I would want to depend on you my entire life?"
"I thought you would. You're so clueless; I expected if you tried to take matters in your hands, you would die in like two seconds."
"Have a little faith in me, would you?" America smiled slightly.
"Sorry, that's impossible."
America kept silent; the rain continued to fall. It seemed like it matched both of their moods; each was battling themselves inside as well as each other. It felt horrible.
"Bonjour, all!" France yelled, skipping in middle of them.
"France?" America asked. "Whoa, what happened to your face?" He pointed to the red mark on France's right cheek. France flushed, and put his fingers to the mark; he smiled.
"I was flirting with some chick over there. Got a little too close, so she smacked me. But…" He winked. "You know she wanted me."
"…… No comment," England sighed. "And that's not what happened!"
"What do you want me to say? That you slapped me because I pointed out that you wanted to release sexual frustrations on America?"
"Ahhh! SHUT UP!" England yelled, turning bright red. "You horny Frenchmen, I don't want that at all! You're the one who said it."
"I say it because it is true," France said. "Though," he sighed. "I feel sad that you do not wish to be with me instead of that clueless idiot over there."
"Hey!" America shouted. "I'm standing right here!"
France giggled and jumped up. He ran in a circle for no reason at all. Just because he felt like it.
"Well," he yelled with a smile. "I'll leave ya to it!" And again, he ran off, giggling as he did so. The troops from the British and American side look at France with confusion. It was until England snapped at them that they turned their attention back to the war, and back to the two rivals.
"Pay no attention to what that idiot France was saying," England said.
"I'll try not to," America replied, taking a step forward with his rifle in his hand. "Now, I'm going to ask you one more time, give me independence."
"I would rather die."
"Then, you know what's going to happen."
"I won't be the one dying here tonight, Alfred." England gripped his rifle, stepping toward his former friend. He raised his weapon and pointed it at America, who returned the favor with a look of pure horror on his face; he didn't want to do it, but he had to. He had no choice. "I'm sorry."
"Arthur, this is the end," America said.
England's hands trembled, and the gun dropped onto the muddy ground. It splattered mud onto his white pants.
"I can't…" He dropped to the ground, in tears. "I can't do it, Alfred. I just…" `
"Arthur…" America dropped his gun as well. He knelt down beside England. The unexpected happened. England grabbed his collar and pulled him to him, forcing their lips to meet.
"WHAT THE HELL?" France yelled, jumping from the sky. "Iggy, how could you?" England blushed, pushing America away. "I thought we had something!"
"STFU."
"SACRE BLU!" France pushed America out of the way, and kissed England. "There! Aren't I the better kisser?"
"No."
"……. Fine…. I guess…. I'll go find a different country," France sighed, walking away. England sighed, following him. He put his hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay, France?" He asked. France turned around with a big smile.
"Yeah, I don't really care! I'm France! I get to molest all the countries!"
"…. Okay, then."
"Good luck to the both of you!" France cheered, running off once more.
"I'll be freaked out if he comes out of the ground next," America commented. France popped out of the ground. "AH, WTF?!"
"Bonjour! Goodbye!" He went back into the ground.
America slipped his hand into England's, and smiled.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Me too."
England kissed America on the cheek, and they hoped they would never have to relive a horrible incident like this again.
THEN, THE WAR OF 1812.
"Damn it," England growled. "Again?!"
"It seems like it," America replied.
France popped out of a bush. "Kiss again!"
America rubbed his eyes. He had that dream again. It seemed like it never happened, though. England didn't give him the time of day anymore, and they were constantly fighting.
"Get your ass in here!" England yelled.
"What the hell do you want, drunky?" America yelled back.
"Did you forget the meeting again?"
"Maybeeee~"
England Face Palm
"Let's have some dumplings!" China yelled, holding out a bowl of multicolored dumplings.
"Give me vodka, please," Russia spoke up.
"We don't need any alcohol!" England screamed.
"GIVE. ME. VODKA." A purple aura surrounded Russia, and his eyes turned red. China handed him a bottle of vodka. "Thank you."
"You need some alcohol," France replied. "You need to lighten up a little."
"Shut up, hooker," England scoffed. He began to walk toward his seat, when France put out his leg, causing him to trip, and land on top of America, which resulted in an accidental kiss.
"Oh ho ho ho ho!"
"What the hell' you frog?!?!?!?!?!"
"E-England?"
"What?!?!?!"
America turned red. "C-check where your hand is."
France held in a laugh. "England, you perv! Molesting innocent countries……. You said I was bad!!!!"
"Florida's been invaded~!!!!!!" China sang.
"I never knew that France influenced you, England." Russia laughed.
"Sorry, America!" England jumped up and ran out of the room. France laughed.