La Truppa

No, this isn't written in Italian, La Truppa is a war phrase meaning "the rank and file". This story is focused mainly on America's struggles with England ( Who is called Britain in this story, get over it! ) during 1775 and 1783, also known as The American Revolutionary War. Be ready for the drama that is about to happen.

1773

The night seemed longer than usual, especially since America was writing a letter to Britain. Coincidently, the British man was writing a letter back on the same night.

America's letter was asking Britain why he taxed so much just on things like Newspaper and Tea. Britain's letter was complaining about the American's dressed as Native American's dumping tea in the sea.

Finally they both got tiered and went to bed.

1774

America glared at his step brother, ordering around some citizens. "More to the left, a little to the right. No! To the right!" America patted Britain's back. "How about speaking calmly, they will be more willing to do the job."

"Be quiet, they should understand commands already." America sighed, then forced a smile. "What ever you say ya' lobster back!" Usually Britain ignored America's jokes, but he got extremely angry. "What did you just call me?" He asked, eying the American. "Oh, nothing, ya' bloody back!"

"Stop calling me those names, it's rather rude!" America laughed, then tussled Britain's hair. "Just make sure to talk nicely to the American's, they are working very hard to put that picture of your king up. Remember, the heat is sweltering out here." Britain rolled his eyes, then looked away.

"Fine, go away. Do your farming or whatever." America nodded, then walked away. He looked back, expecting Britain to cool down and stop screaming. "Stop standing there like a bunch of lazy cows, you know you can work a little more!"

1775

America looked around at all the buildings. They all looked the same. Soon this one-on-no one eye spy game got boring. America began to skip around now, then all of a sudden heard a familiar scream. He followed the shouting, and the voice became more clear. America slid past a building, then saw Britain, and he was doing his bad habit of ordering citizens around.

"Put that down! That's mine! You can't steal whats not rightfully yours!" America spotted two teenagers on a pile of bricks, obviously messing about as a typical teen would do. "You want your hat, go get it!"

The teenager had many freckles on his face and red hair, not the kind of teen to mess with. "Hey, that was my hat! Who are your parents?"

"Our parents? We ain't got no parents. We left em' months ago." The teenager with black hair said. They both looked like their last grooming was years ago, and they were wearing rags.

"Well no wonder you're so disrespectful, I guess I'll have to punish you the hard way." Britain looked back, checking if anyone was secretly spying. America briskly moved to the side of the building, trying to blend in with the building. This was impossible though since he was wearing a very gaudy tie.

Britain brought out his musket, then aimed at the teenager with red hair. America was about to step up and stop this when the teenagers began to pick up bricks and toss it at Britain. One brick hit Britain's shoulder so he ran away.

America beamed, pleasured by his fellow American citizens. "That was a very... audacious act of you two to do."

"We know, we're used to it. We always rob shops and do bad stuff. I mean, who really cares, we don't have any parents."

America nodded, then patted their heads. "You guys look hungry, want some muffins." The teenagers nodded and followed America to his house. "Your house is a castle! It's so big!" The red head said in awe. "Oh please, it's my smallest house."

He lead them to a counter with many Royal Doulton bowls and cups. "Here they are." America served some muffins out. "What are your names?"

"Mines Robert Clark." Said the kid with red hair. "My name is George Pappleseed." The teen with black hair said.

"Oh! Pleased to meet you both, well, it's getting late, I have a party being held at nine o' clock. You two better run along, nice meeting you though." The teenagers began to make their way out the door when they halted. "Wait, can we have some more muffins?" America gave them the whole bowl. "Thanks so much, you're the greatest! One day we owe you our lives!"

"Oh, thats too much." America closed the door on the teens, then sighed. What if they did end up owing their lives, what if everyone did? What if a war broke out?

Later in 1775...

America looked at the news. He cringed at the fact that he would have to go out to war soon. War, with my own brother? This had gone from bad to worse.

America one day heard a knock on his door. He quickly rushed to his door, then answered it. He didn't expect to see Britain though.

"America, may I come in?" He asked, calmly. "You sure my not! What do you want?" America replied, rudely. "Well, that certainly wasn't nice."

"Go away, what did you come here for?" Britain gave a relaxed look, then smiled warmly. "Do you want to talk things over?"

"With you?" America spat in total disgust. "America, don't be rude. And yes, with me? May I come in?" America sighed. "Fine." He huffed.

Britain walked in, looking around the house as if he had never been in it before when he had. "Oh, you still have some British in you, good." Britain said, picking up a Royal Doulton bowl.

"Yeah, I do. So get to the point of why you came here." America sat on a couch, waiting. Britain became very irritated and shouted, "Just be patient! I need to relax for at least a day! I've been out fighting and you just sit here!"

America waited, giving an exaggerated smile. "OK, I came here to tell you that you have been lately cheating. You have been doing those guerrilla attacks on my men."

"There is never cheating in war. You just do what you can to win the war." America replied in a relaxed tone. "Yes there is, you cant do this! Besides, my army is far more powerful than yours."

"No, you are wrong there. I have more patriotism in my military, you don't!" Britain began to tremble in rage. "Don't you know anything at all!? Are you aware of anything!? My military has been around for hundreds of years, we are far more prepared and patriotic than your military!"

"Calm yourself Iggy." America said, knowing how his brother hated to be called Iggy. "That's not my name! And you calm down!"

"Am I the one who's screaming at the top of their lungs? No, didn't think so." Britain said, "I don't like your attitude towards me, neither do I like the fact that you personally insulted me a few moments ago!"

"You're talking bull!" America said, kicking Britain lightly with his boot. Britain staggered a bit, then said, "Why are you so disrespectful? Do you have an answer?" America nodded. "Cause I'm bad like that!"

Britain pointed his musket at America's face. America gasped, then fell to a complete silence state. Not that he had found tranquility, but more like the opposite of that.

Britain started to laugh at America harshly. "You fool, you know you'll lose this war. I just know it." Britain walked out the door with a skip in his step. America sighed, then broke out into tears. I know I'll lose, I have no hope for myself. Hopefully this wont end to calamitous.

1777

America felt above everyone now. Riding on his horse made him feel like a hero, a superman. He looked ahead of him. A long path. Training with a Prussian was great. Prussia was riding on his own horse, right beside America. "Thanks for helping me Prussia." America said.

"Oh, ja, mein stupid bruder helped those British. I can't believe him." America nodded, trying to understand Prussia's thick German accent. "He's a real idiot, a fool. I think he's the worst bruder ever!" America nodded again. "But just remember Amerika, embrace your awesomeness!"

America laughed a bit, then nodded. "Yeah, sure I will." Prussia moved away from America, then went to France. "I'm happy you joined America. It was awesome of you!"

"I know, it's about time I kick that Britian's ass!" Prussia nodded. "To bad Spain can't enjoy this experience like us. Then the whole bad touch trio would be complete!" France nodded.

America was listening to their conversation. He sighed. What happened to Iggy? I miss the old Iggy.

And there it ends. Not literally ending! Just this part, definetly not ending. I can't leave off here! Whatever. Yes, I never use profanity but I just did because that's how France would talk at this time.