Hey Guys its xxAnime4everxx and this is the latest cosplay fight that myself and kirklandfangirl33 had on Facebook, for people who are interested I was America and Russia, she was England and we split France's bit, this is my first USxUK so please comment and give me constructive advice, and be nice please don't just say, this is a load of crap thank you...
Anyway here is… It's All My Fault Chapter One!
America and England was in the maths block, America was in a bad mood he and England was fighting again in a classroom, "This is your entire fault!" he snapped, England never noticing that America's eyes weren't the same colour, not his usual light blue, but a dark, almost black blue. "How the bloody hell is it my fault!" America pulled out his gun pointing it between England's, "This is your entire fault. Everything is always your fault!" England jumped back "WHAT THE FUCK! Why are you pointing that at me wanker!" America was glaring at him; England didn't notice America wince. "This is your Fault! Give me a good reason why I shouldn't shoot you on the spot here?" England was angry, he didn't do anything. "I'll give you two. One, I didn't do anything! Two, I'm a nation and I can't die from bullet wounds and plus France will do things, things he shouldn't. You know what I'm talking about; he'll do them, if you hurt me." America gave out a hysterical laugh, his eyes where pure black now. America gave an evil smile, "My dear, soon to be dead England, what you don't seem to understand is, in not scared of France like you and you never would have thought that I could do, much, much worse," there was evil in America's eye, he winced again, England still didn't notice, "I may not be able to kill you with this bullet, but I can serious injure you. Then I would have the ability to torture you, make you beg for me to kill you, I could do thing that even France would think was sickly to you." The evil in America's eyes has turned the colour in his eyes to a deep red, "and besides, killing you with a bullet would be too quick, and I want to have some fun Iggy… and don't forget the facts. You could never get over the fact that I won my independence, I left you, I defeated you and you will always, ALWAYS will be alone, no matter how many children you kidnap. Oh, and everyone, even France who lies about it, your eyebrows," England flinched, this was a touch subject for him and America knew it, "they could fit the largest whale on earth on there and still have room for another." England was stunned, "you… you… you WANKER! None of its true," he yelled, America laughed, he had hit the nerves to get England's reaction. "Oh England, it is, and the saddest part is…" he paused to see England's face, England was holding back tears best he could shouting at America, "YOU FUCKING UFO FAT DUMB THICK WANKER WE ALL THINK YOUR STUPID!" it was the best he could come up with, he was overflown with emotions that never had hit this hard before. "That may be England," clicking the gun into loaded, "but I'm strong I can handle the odd insult, and I'm stronger than you, reminding you I defeated you." England picks up his scone that was randomly lying there and threw it at America, America dodged it while England was running off crying, he ran into the other classroom down the hall, taking out a knife and slitting his wrists. America walked into the classroom to see the blood trickling down England's wrist and drip onto the floor. America starts laughing and the noise makes England look up, "and the only way to make yourself cope with it is this, self-harm, really, this is the big nation that raised me, do you know what that is… PATHETIC!" England felt a sudden surge of anger, "Yes, THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE DRIVEN ME TO!" England ran at America with the knife in hand and stabbed it into his arm, America felt the sting, and then warm blood stained his white shirt. America let out a loud laugh. "That was a big mistake," he aimed the gun at England's left shoulder, a loud bang echoed in the hall. England was overflowing with pain and anger; he stabbed America again, right in the heart. America fell on his knee's then onto his back; even a Nation can withstand that sort of wounds, so he passed out.
America eventually woke up; his normal blue was in his eyes. He started to get up, "Where the fuck , OUCH! Oh, that's going to hurt for a while," looking at the cuts over his body, he chuckled to himself, when he saw England in the doorway, "Hey Iggy, do you know how I got these cuts?" he said smiling. "A-America?" his emerald eyes were wet where he had been crying, his wrists were still bleeding. England ran out of the room, running as fast as he could, he had to get away. America was worried, what happened? "England! He shouted, while running after England, he caught up to him in the infirmary, grabbing his shirt then losing all his strength, fell backwards, England stop, feeling the pull on his shirt, he turned around to see, America falling on his back, England started to run again. "Igg's!" he heard America stutter! He stopped looking back, I can't leave him, he thought. He headed back to America, thinking he is just weak from when, I… I… never mind. He started to rip his shirt to make bandages. When he got to America he noticed the wounds were not just where he had hurt him, they were everywhere, his face, all across his body, without cause, or so England had thought. Suddenly Texas cracked and blood was all over America's body, England heard America's phone when off, a message from Russia.
Sent To: America
Hello America.
Da, its Russia.
Enjoy the nuke's I sent you! They should hit Texas, and well, all over. Da!
Kolkolkolkolkol…
From: Russia
England looked on the screen, his face turned from horror to anger, that Commie Bastard will pay! He decided to give Russia a call, using his phone of course. A heavy Russian accent answered the phone…