A.N.) Please don't be offended, I meant no harm, I was just trying to joke a bit about how America had to fill the power vacuum left by Britain after WWII. Go easy on me, this is my first fic. Props to my Sis, who helped edit this.
America was minding his own business when England came over. England had decided that he could no longer deal with the problems of being a major superpower after all that he had suffered and lost in the last war.
"Here America, you want to run world affairs, right?" America considered for a moment, a part of him reluctant to completely forgo his past isolationism. But soon, he nodded eagerly, lusting after power and prestige.
"Great, take some of these off my hands, would you?" England piled responsibilities and global issues onto America's shoulders.
"Have fun being a super power!" England said before running off.
America wheezed, trapped under tons of problems, and realized being a superpower wouldn't be as fun as he thought it would be. Problems crawled all over him, making him feel unclean. Seeing as this was just after WWII, Germany came over to America and dropped a huge load of problems on him too, followed by many other nations.
Before WWII, America had his own problems; wars with Hawaii (before it was a state), Mexico, Spain, England himself, fighting off natives, the Civil War. But these problems involved many, many more nations, and this made them extra hard to fix. So now America was stuck with a lot of problems, especially those concerning the Middle East.
England, after running off and ignoring the struggling America, chuckled quietly to himself in an alleyway. Now that spoilt brat would finally understand the burden of responsibilities England had been facing for so long, see that it wasn't so easy to carry out the idealistic version of "justice" he touted. After regaining his composure, he got on a plane and went back to London, where he began focusing on the challenge of rebuilding his damaged nation.