To Lose One's Nation

by AmaiRin

After England finds that America had plans to declare war on him, it sent him a little over the edge to the point of signing his nation over to a magical third party. With his country left in ruin as a result it didn't work out as he'd hoped.

1. Chapter 1

To Lose One's Nation

Chapter One: A Push Over the Edge

-will be USUK-ish eventually

'You were planning to do WHAT!'

Canada glared at America with the greatest amount of passive rage he could muster, eyes fixated and fists clenched but despite his attempts at an intimidating stance, Alfred remained as casual as ever. The American was slumped, quite limply, on a comfortable chair and staring blankly at his television, doing his utmost to ignore the enraged Canadian situated to his left and remain engrossed in the latest instalment of his favourite reality TV show.

'It was nothing personal,' America murmured, still staring at the screen, 'you were just conveniently placed'

'Nothing personal! You wanted to invade me!'

'Pfft, you know you like it.'

'Al, I don't believe you!

'Well at least I didn't invade after all that!' Alfred exclaimed in a heightened air of annoyance at the distraction from his show.

'It doesn't matter! You were planning it! I hate you!'

America turned to face his brother, an expression of false remorse plastered on his face, 'Listen, I'm really sorry Matt. I'm a real jerk, okay?' he said, with tearful eyes, while subtly increasing the volume of the TV without Canada seeing.

Canada bit his lip for a moment, as if considering to possibly accept this apology but after thinking better of it, he shook his head furiously and shrieked, 'Yeah you are! You're the worst brother ever!' The room was silent; accept for the rather obnoxious noise emanating from the TV. America gestured as if he would reply seriously but before he had the chance, his brother angrily turned his back and stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him as hard as he could manage. America stared for a moment at where his brother had left. It was highly unusual for Canada to be so flustered, the revelation of War Plan Red must have really upset him.

'Why do I always do this…' America muttered to himself before snuggling back down into his cushions and allowing himself to become re-engrossed in the ridiculousness of his show.

Outside, Canada childishly tried to wipe his eyes with the back of his hands and regain some composure. He just couldn't believe it, the fact that his own brother would do something so treacherous against him was really painful, but what hurt the most, was that he was been so casual about it, there didn't seem to be even an ounce of remorse. Gulping a little, he moved to raise his head so as to see where he was going and found himself to be slightly surprised at what he saw. Brashly pacing toward him was a familiar figure. The scruffy blonde hair and wild, bushy eyebrows gave no doubt that it was Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the country of England, and judging by the sourness of his expression and the stiffness of his walk, he was most likely heading to America's to give him an earful about the whole battle plans incident. Trailing behind England were two other people Canada was defiantly not expecting to see and was thoroughly surprised to so much as lay eyes on. There was a man a little taller than England boasting the same scruffy hairstyle but in a dark shade of auburn rather than blonde and also a shorter figure with dark hair in a style that was a little similar to Canada's. They were none other than two of England's brothers, Scotland and Wales, neither of which seeming to be trying to hide the fact that they seemed to be thoroughly disgruntled to even be in England's presence.

As Arthur approached, his expression seemed to soften as he saw the dejected nation before him.

'Mathew…are you okay?' he asked, unlike America, showing some genuine concern.

'How do you think I am after finding that out!' Canada exclaimed, 'My brother, my own brother wanted to INVADE ME! You can't understand how that feels!'

England threw an uncomfortable look at his brothers and then chuckled rather hoarsely in reply 'you'd be surprised…'

'Can we just get this over with,' groaned Scotland from behind, 'isn't it your responsibility to deal with these problems anyway?'

'Well I thought you might like to come to be representative too...' England replied, somewhat quietly.

The shortest and shyest of the brothers followed Scotland's lead and joined the conversation, saying in a rather irritated fashion to the blonde haired nation, 'You haven't asked me to represent anything since you forced me to come live with you...'

'W-we're family!' England stuttered, 'We need to stand together sometimes…'

'Ha! Yeah like that's not a load of shit, you're very happy running things by yourself and pretending like we're not here when it suits you!' Scotland exclaimed as he began to ruffle his brother's hair painfully while smiling with a dark grin, before adding 'but just along as I can take what I want from your economy, it's all good'

'T-thanks brother…' Arthur whimpered.

'Hey everyone!'

The heads of the little gathering turned to see a rather jolly individual walking briskly toward them. His hair was a butter yellow in colour and tied in a small ponytail and his eyes as brilliant an emerald green as those of his other brothers. The lyrical accent to his voice could have classified this individual as no one other than Ireland and England's expression somehow dropped even lower than it had been previously as he wondered what the hell he wanted.

'Scotty! Wales!' Ireland said cheerfully, before narrowing his eyes slightly and greeting the final brother in a tone of far less enthusiasm, 'England.'

'What are you doing here,' Arthur replied bluntly.

'Thought I'd see what you'd say to America, since I was living at your house at the time, thought it might be interesting. I could do with a laugh.'

'How did you even know we were here?' England growled aggressively.

'Scotty told me of course!' Ireland grinned as his brother darted Scotland an annoyed stare.

'Brother Ireland, it's been awhile,' Wales smiled cheerfully as he returned the greetings.

'It has, I'm glad to see you little brother.'

'Hey Ireland,' Scotland started, 'Wanna go drink after this? Still haven't beat you at that drinking game'

'And you never will! Hahahaha'

'TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!' England shrieked angrily. 'Canada! Keys!'

The Canadian who had been somewhat forgotten in the discussion, fumbled around in his pocket for the spare house keys his brother had lent him and handed them to the Briton without question. England snatched them roughly and marched up to America's door, thrusting the metal into the lock and twisting it violently until it clicked open. He slammed open the wooden frame and allowed his eyes to fall angrily onto a very surprised American who still lay sprawled out on his couch, a little too taken a back at the entrance to make any comment. England marched over infuriated and thrust a handful of documents in his face while yelling 'America you pathetic excuse for a nation! What the hell is this!'

America pushed the papers out of his face and looking up at Arthur merely said 'Dude, if you're not gonna take lecturing me seriously than don't bother.'

'Woo you go little brother!' Scotland heckled as he poked his head around the door to witness the amusing scene unfolding, 'Show your authority!'

'This is your problem too!' England exclaimed 'Last time I checked, we were both part of Britain!'

'Nah I'd have declared my independence and left you to it mate' Scotland countered bluntly.

England opened his mouth as if to say something in return, but in thinking of nothing, closed it again and took his eyes of his brother looking somewhat dejected. America deciding to break the awkward silence, sighed and thinking perhaps some bonding was in order said 'Look, I'm sorry, alright? Can't we just forget about all this? Now, do you want some tea, or coffee, or something?'

Ignoring America's pleas to change the subject, England shook his head angrily and said 'America what's all this about, why in God's name were you thinking of attacking your brother out of spite to me? You've had your independence for a couple of centuries, what's your problem!'

Scotland coughed a little and trying to hold back his laughter and regain some composure entered the conversation. 'Yes America, tell Uncle Scotland what the problem is.'

England raised an eyebrow, surprised his brother was showing maturity in the situation.

'I understand why anyone would want to shoot this guy repetitively,' Scotland continued, while gripping England's shoulder and smiling sweetly, 'but why would you want to attack Wales, Ireland and me? And attacking your brother is just low.'

'What the f-!' England started.

'I agree,' Ireland interrupted, 'attacking ones family is a dear grievance'

'I don't believe you people' England growled enraged, shaking of his brother's painful hold on his shoulder and backing away slightly.

America gritted his teeth angrily. 'You'd know! Even I'm not that young! Look, I told you I wanted my freedom right?' he started, 'well, your empire posed a threat to my country! I was NOT gonna risk being taken back by you after all I've gone through to get the hell away!'

England quite surprised tried to interrupt 'Eh, we weren't-'

'I'm sorry but business is business,' America continued, ignoring him, 'And if my brother didn't want to see how controlling and needy you are, that's his loss. You can't count it against me for wanting to protect all that I've worked for since the 1700's! Now if you'll excuse me, I have issues to deal with.'

The Britons stared a little shocked at the American's outburst.

'You can't be serious? Do you really think you're all that?' Scotland piped up in surprise.

'And more! Get lost!'

'What kind of inconsiderate idiot did you raise England?' muttered the auburn haired man, staring in utter disbelief.

'Yeah even I'm a little shocked...' said Ireland quietly

'Me too' added Wales.

England merely allowed the palm of his hand to collide with his face to convey his response to the situation.

Scotland shook his head. 'Fine you American bastard,' he growled, 'I'll show you the true power of the Britannia Brothers! And Ireland…do you wanna join in? Get the old team back together?'

'Will you buy me a drink?'

'Yeah sure.'

'Then count me in' he grinned.

'D-do I get a drink…?' England enquired a little shyly.

'You can buy your own,' Scotland smirked.

'O-oh…'

'But,' the Scotsman continued, 'seeing wee wittle England getting drunk and running around nude again could be funny.'

'T-that never happened!' Arthur exclaimed as he felt a hot blush spread across his cheeks.

'Pfft your lightweight mind just can't remember, anyway, I'm declaring something for once, you got a problem with my island-'

'Your island?' England interrupted.

'Yes, my island! I'm representing for once!' Scotland snapped before turning his attention back to America, 'Then I demand you take it up with me man to man!' He cracked his fists and allowed his height to intimidate America who was still lounging around, not in any way phased, on his couch.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, a little amused at the idea of the fight been presented to him. 'Very mature,' he said sarcastically, 'if you want to fight, 'it's your funeral. But we're not fighting in the house, I just cleaned it.'

'You call this clean?' muttered England as he wiped a finger down America's mantelpiece to test this validity of his statement, 'anyway,' he continued, 'stop this right now, you've already caused enough trouble for one day, Scotland, let's go home alright?'

'What's with that attitude?' Scotland exclaimed angrily, 'You wouldn't have taken this lying down fifty years ago! What happened to Britannia ruling the waves!'

'That was then,' England replied with a complete lack of energy, 'I'm tired of fighting.'

'Well, I'm still proud of our house even if you aren't!' Scotland growled at his brother with an aura of complete disappointment, before returning his attention back to America and exclaiming with a war-like enthusiasm, 'Come on you bastard, let's take this outside!'

'You know, Britain was the one with an empire for a reason, you should listen to him more,' America groaned while gesturing to the disheartened England.

'Britain? His name is England damn you, we're all Britain!'

'Whatever, let's get this over with,' Alfred yawned as he stood up and headed for the door, 'so what are the terms? If I win, I want to humiliate you in a way everyone can see… perhaps tattoo my flag to your foreheads?'

'Whaaa, t-that sounds painful!' stuttered Wales tearfully.

'No worries brother Wales, we won't let him,' Ireland smiled while patting his brother's shoulder comfortingly.

'This is ridiculous!' England exclaimed, 'Look America, I want a proper explanation as to your actions and a formal apology. I know we've had history but I thought we were allies, since when were you so paranoid?'

'You're really asking that?' Scotland enquired, 'Stop been such a woman England, men talk with their fists!.' With that, and a long, echoing, battle cry of 'FREEEEEEEEEEDOM!' Scotland's fist collided with America's face, sending his body to enjoy the company of his hard, wooden floor with a loud, resonating bang.

'W-What the heck Scotland!' England yelled in protest to the sudden attack.

Quickly recovering from the assault, America clenched up his fingers and swept up his arm to hook Scotland's stomach from below, sending him back gasping a little.

'I SAID NOT IN MY HOUSE!' Alfred yelled, getting back to his feet, 'and only I fight for freedom bitch!'

Scotland grinned, 'Ha, you were only born yesterday, you wee baby!' He stood back up and spit onto Al's floor, much to the annoyance of both Alfred, whose floor it was, and England who thought that was quite disgusting, 'We've all fought for freedom,' Scotland continued, 'we're just not so obnoxious to always go on about it!' With that, the Scotsman, composure regained, proceeded to dash toward the American and rugby tackle him to the ground, 'and why the hell would I care for this shithole of a house!' he added as he tried to restrain the wildly flailing America without a single care for the amount of damage he was causing to his property in doing so.

As the two continued to fight violently, a chant of 'SCOTLAND SCOTLAND SCOTLAND' could he heard echoing as Wales and Ireland started calling their brother's name in avid support. England couldn't help but be irritated in the knowledge that they wouldn't be chanting his name if he was the one currently flailing on the floor and was left in a state of utter confusion on whether to try to somehow break up the battle, or leave it to continue. It was a shameful display, but seeing the two beat each other to a pulp was proving to be quite entertaining.

The two countries continued to throw punches at each other, doing all they could to gain the upper hand and cause the other as much discomfort as possible. In the chaos, Scotland reached out to America's face and with surprising care, lifted his glasses from the bridge of his nose, 'Hahahaha, hey Ireland! Try these on, they might suit you!' He laughed as he tossed Texas into his brother's hands.

'Give me back Texas you bastard!' Alfred yelled in quite some distress.

Ireland proceeded to try the glasses, 'Mm I don't know,' he said removing them, 'maybe they'd look better on England?' He slipped the glasses onto England's nose. 'Aw, you look good brother!' He grinned mischievously. Arthur could do nothing but look heavenward in the ridiculousness of the situation.

Standing a little way away from his brothers, the little personification of Wales looked at the glasses with envy, wishing that he could try them as well, 'everyone forgets about me…' he sighed.

'Me too.'

Wales flinched and turned to his left to see another figure standing beside him. He looked very similar to the man his brother was beating up a few feet away, 'h-how long have you been there?' Wales asked shyly.

'The whole time,' Canada replied.

The two became silent again, watching their brother's struggle with blank expressions. Wales glanced at the larger country for a moment and then turned his attention back to the brawl.

'So…' the little country murmured, 'nice weather we're having?'

Canada looked at Wales a little in his peripheral vision, 'Yes,' he replied, 'it's quite lovely.'

'Yeah…' Wales half-whispered, clueless of anything else to say.

America flung punches at his attacker enraged. Even though his eyesight was poor without his glasses, he had renewed energy from the fury in that they'd been stolen. 'You play so cheap!' he shouted furiously while blindly trying to claw his oppressor's face, 'Taking my Texas is low! Just what I'd expect from a country where MEN WHERE SKIRTS!'

'It's a kilt you bastard!' Scotland growled in response, 'and since you're so big and strong, it won't hurt to have a handicap would it?'

Alfred yelled at the Briton infuriated and sensing an opening, head butted Scotland hard in the chest, causing him to recoil slightly, but the smaller country wasn't deterred and lunged back at America's disorientated head and pulled him to a headlock, proceeding to ruffle his hair roughly, 'Hahahaha! That's my wee little nephew!' He jeered, 'I claim this territory in the name of Scotland!'

'What happened to representing Britain,' England muttered, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

'Let go of me!' America yelled before sinking his teeth down hard into Scotland's arm. The arm immediately loosened as it felt the sharp pain run into it and the American took the clear opportunity to wriggle out of the headlock while gasping for air. 'D-dude! Your armpits smell like crap! One word, four syllables, DE-O-DE-RANT'

The two battlers stood apart from each other, panting heavily in a mutually agreed ceasefire and instinctively rubbing gently at the developing bruises. America shook his head angrily and thrust his hand, slightly off target, at England in a clear demand for the return of his glasses, which the Brit didn't bother to contest as he placed them back into his hands. While reuniting Texas with his face he continued addressing the disgruntled looking Scotsman standing opposite from him, 'Look, this is completely pointless, what exactly are you trying to prove, that you're better than Artie of that you're better than me,'

Scotland glared at the American angrily. Canada becoming tired of the animosity stepped in, saying desperately, but still in his delicate tone of voice, 'can we just give him a lecture and move on with our lives?'

America looked around, 'did you hear something?' he said apprehensively as if he had detected the presence of a ghost. The face of his Canadian brother dropped slightly and he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder from Wales who gave him a consoling look.

Scotland and America regained their eye contact and stared at each other darkly for what seemed a long while, each looking thoroughly ready to lunge at the other at any sudden movements but eventually, the Scotsman grew tired and let his body relax into a disinterested shrug, 'I'm kind of bored now,' he said, while beginning to nurse the blackening bruises he'd obtained, 'you're weaker than I thought.'

'W-what-!'

'Just don't bother me and my brothers' he exclaimed defensively, 'accept England, piss him off as much as you want, would make me laugh to see his vital regions getting a bit of attention.'

'You sick-!' England started in utter disbelief.

'Hey Ireland,' Scotland continued, ignoring his little brother's complaints at the comment, 'let's go get a drink and catch up.'

'Right!' he replied joyfully.

'Wanna come have some fun too little brother?' Scotland questioned England with an evil grin plastered on his face.

England was silent for a moment. He did like alcohol. He liked it a lot. But he also greatly disliked the company of his brothers, and somehow that was the overriding factor in this case as he found himself replying with a half-decisive 'no thank you.'

Scotland returned the comment with a rather morbid glare and then proceeded to hit his brother hard on the back, causing England to cough up the air seated in his lungs, 'Well I'll see you later then, if you ever bother to pay me a visit.'

'Only if need ever calls for it,' England muttered under his breath.

'Hey Ireland, we should make him do that dance like at last New Years!' Scotland went on.

'Hahahaha, oh yes, England's always fine entertainment!'

'Just get lost!' England yelled angrily.

'Okay, okay, don't take it so personally' Scotland growled, 'come on Ireland.'

The two brothers proceeded to take their leave from America's house leaving Arthur feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

'Thank God they're gone,' he groaned as he allowed himself to slump against the wall.

'Why did you let them do that?' enquired Alfred, who to some surprise, was showing some genuine concern at the way England's brothers seemed to treat him. 'I used to love Uncle Scotty, when'd he get like that?'

'He's always been like that, at least to me,' Arthur grumbled in reply.

'Well whatever,' Alfred sighed, as he once again collapsed onto his overly comfortable couch, 'You gonna lecture me now? Tell me how stupid I am? Tell me how much you hate me? 'Cause I'm aaaaaaaaall ears!' He threw his head back against the seat, allowing his eyes to make contact with his ceiling and prepared his mind to dip into his 'Ignore Arthur Mode' which was most useful for such situations.

The Briton stared at him for awhile before saying 'Ugh, you know what?

'What?' Alfred replied.

'Just forget it. I can't be bothered with you anymore.' With that conclusion England proceeded to walk sadly towards the door. America removed his attention from analyzing his ceiling and returned it to the older nation, he had not replied in the way he had expected and it surprised him. Alfred thought of saying something in that moment, possibly an apology, or an invitation to reconcile their differences now the disruption of Scotland and Ireland had gone. Anything, just to make it that he didn't leave that room. The feeling in those few seconds was almost overwhelming as if he'd come to regret not stopping Arthur there and then, but Alfred didn't believe in premonitions or other such ridiculous notions and kept his mouth, allowing the dispirited nation to open his front door and slam it behind him.

'Well that went badly,' stated Wales.

'Yes it did, America, you're such a jerk, you know that?' added Canada.

'Matt, just shut up, I'm not in the mood,' Alfred growled, 'Do you need anything else or can I have some peace?'

'Fine, have your peace. I hope your mind's swimming with guilt. C'mon Wales.'

The two remaining guest countries in America's house also left, Canada remembering to slam his brother's door in the same fashion that the proceeding nations had done on their departures. Once again the American's property was silent, all accept for the continuous noise that his TV seemed to insist on radiating out to penetrate the quietness of the room. The room's only occupant had wanted peace but what he was left with was not the pleasurable silence it had been a short time ago. Despite dismissing his brother, he truthfully wished for someone to distract him, to give him something to listen to that wasn't the arguments of ridiculous people on some idiotic program that meant nothing.

'Why me…?' Alfred muttered to himself as he rolled over and buried his face into the cushions of his sofa. 'Dammit…they all hate me. Why do I always piss everyone off like this? And Artie…' He began to sniff a little and as no one was around, allowed his eyes to water up a little and dampen the material his face lay in. 'It's not fair…so not fair.'

Wales smiled at Canada as they proceeded to walk down the street. The two of them had quite a lot in common, a brother, or brothers, which were complete arseholes and a tendency to be forgotten to even exist. They could both see that this was a wondrous grounding for what could be a beautiful friendship. Ahead, Wales could see his blonde haired brother sulking, leant up against a wall and looking at the floor quite miserable. Wales considered walking on past but eyeing Canada's expression of concern in the corner of his eye, thought better of it and approached him.

'You okay?' he asked gently.

'Why do you care,' England muttered, 'you hate me as much as the rest of them.'

Wales bit his tongue for a moment but continued shyly, 'but you still look upset'

'Of coarse I am, I'm fed up with all of you,' he stated bluntly, 'I've lost nearly all of our Empire I worked so hard to accomplish, Scotland is been the bastard he always is and now I find out America was planning to do that…'

The small party was silent for a moment, Canada truly empathising about the pain of Alfred's betrayal to the two of them.

'M-maybe you should go back and talk to him?' Wales suggested after a while, approaching his brother warily.

'No!' the now volatile country shouted in return, causing Wales to flinch slightly, 'and in fact you know what? I quit!'

The smaller brother gave an expression of confusion 'Quit? Quit what?' he asked.

'Been a nation' England replied, 'it's more trouble than it's worth…I'm giving it up.'

-So this is the adaptation of a roleplay that me and my friend were doing for about 6weeks or 2months or something, the rules were that we could play any character we wanted but only she could play america and only i could play england and this is what we ended up with. It's been harder than I thought to convert our spontanious rp into pros and has required alot of work and editing, but I thought it was a good story. Also, if there are questions about what battle Canada and England are accusing Alfred of, it's war plan red, which was a planned attack on the British Empire vie Canada which didn't end up happening, probably because WW2 broke out. Needless to say it hurt American-Canadian relations when the plans were discovered xD